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adidastain · 2 months

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just you and me

90s matt stone x fem reader

warnings: implied smut, alcohol use

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 2217

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“Oh, Trey! Ah!”

I looked over at the man sitting next to me. He was pinching his nose bridge, groaning slightly.

A laugh escaped through my nose as the sound of steady thumping filled the room. My friend and I were over at her boyfriend’s house to watch football, and she sort of ditched the living room with her boyfriend to go fuck upstairs. Now I was left alone with Trey’s roommate, Matt, who seemed just as awkward as me.

My friend practically screamed, before I could hear Trey shushing her. I shook my head and Matt took his glasses off to run his palms over his face.

“Jesus Christ,” he exhaled, laughing slightly. I giggled and stood up to make my way towards the kitchen.

“You want a beer?” I asked, rummaging through their refrigerator.

“No thanks,” he huffed, standing up as well.

Matt joined me in the kitchen to toss an empty beer can in the recycling. Their kitchen was quite small, so he sort of had to shimmy past me and I swear I felt our hips brush together.

“Can you hand me that cheese?” he said.

The only cheese I could see in the fridge was a little bag of shredded cheese, labeled “Four-Cheese Mexican Blend.”

I watched him as he poured a pile of chips onto a plate, before sprinkling cheese on top and throwing it all in the microwave.

“Did you see me on Master Chef last season?” he asked, grinning. Thumping continued steadily upstairs.

“I knew you looked familiar,” I said, playing along with his joke. Matt giggled and looked down at his feet, shuffling in his position.

I watched him nibble at his fingernails as silence filled the room. He seemed so shy all the sudden; I guess that was just from the fact that we didn’t really know each other and only just met a few hours ago.

My friend had told me about him a couple times and suggested I go out with him. I think she just wanted someone to go on double dates with. It sounded pretty ridiculous, but I guess after actually meeting him I’d maybe feel better about it.

He seemed like the funny type; I could tell he and Trey were practically inseparable. They were perfect for each other. But Trey was loud, and Matt definitely wasn’t.

“It’s been five minutes now,” Matt said, looking at his watch.

“They usually go for about twenty,” I added. “Supposedly.”

Matt laughed softly. He had a cute laugh, sort of. The gap between his front teeth really did a lot for him as far as charm went.

Suddenly, the microwave beeped and he presented his award-winning dish to me. The cheese melted into one big glob that bound a bunch of chips together as well.

“Nachos,” Matt beamed.

I giggled and rolled my eyes slightly. This guy was a total dork. My friend did tell me it was time I gave dorky guys a chance, since all three of my previous boyfriends were either jocks or models. But they all sucked, so maybe she was right.

Matt picked apart the glob of chips and cheese, snacking idly. He never went back to the couch though, so long as I was still in the kitchen. I could hear Trey groaning loudly above us, while my friend whimpered and moaned with each thud.

“Great game, huh?” I asked, breaking the silence so we wouldn’t have to listen to our friends having sex for the next, who knows how many minutes.

“Yeah,” Matt said. “The uh, Ravens are really kicking ass tonight.”

He somehow kept a straight face. I guess I was a little buzzed and delirious after having one beer, but to be honest, anything was funnier than listening to people fuck.

“I don’t know anything about football,” I admitted, picking at my fingernails.

“Me neither,” he snorted. “I like basketball. And hockey.”

“Hockey’s cool,” I agreed.

Silence again. Except for the thumping and creaking and moaning.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, gripping my face with my hands. I ran my fingers through my hair, leaning forward to sort of curl up like a shrimp.

“They always do this when she’s over,” Matt sighed, his voice hushed. “Wouldn’t you think, y’know… maybe they’d get bored of it?”

I threw my hands up. “Exactly!” I huffed.

“I guess I can’t really say anything, though,” he mumbled.

“Why not?” I asked, rubbing my forehead.

Matt bit his lip, staring down at his feet. “I wouldn’t turn down getting laid.”

“Well, duh,” I snorted. “But would you ditch your friend to have sex? At a stranger’s house?”

Matt shook his head.

“Exactly,” I whined.

“If you wanna leave, I can drive you home or something-“ Matt offered.

I shook my head. “It’s fine. They’ll be done soon. Hopefully.”

“Okay,” he laughed.

I sighed again, letting my gaze linger on him for a few seconds. I studied the way the fabric of his shirt hung from his shoulders, which were slightly slanted and very broad. The fabric caught on his collarbone and clung to the muscles in his chest, which weren’t huge, but still prominent. The rest of his body seemed to drown in the shirt; he looked skinny but his chest and arms were fairly toned.

Matt’s eyes caught mine and I actually blushed. He simply smiled like a dork. He really was quite cute…

That’s when I got my brilliant idea.

“Wanna make out?” I asked, taking a step towards him.

Matt’s eyes widened and he snorted. His body shifted to the side, shoulders shrugging as he stepped closer. “Sure.”

I bit my lip and carefully grabbed his hands, letting my body naturally gravitate towards his while I stared into his eyes. I could see now that he had dark green irises behind those big glasses.

Before I knew it, his lips met mine in a very gentle, ghostlike peck as he tested the waters. Matt reached up to caress my neck; his hands felt absolutely colossal in comparison to my slim frame. They were warm too.

I was shocked at how gentle he was being. We kissed so carefully, barely grazing each other’s lips and taking our time.

However, after moving my hands from his arms to his waist, I pulled him closer by the hips and stood on my tiptoes, attempting to deepen our kiss and build more passion between us. I wanted to feel his desire and see just how good he was at this.

It was then that Matt started holding his breath. As I kissed him deeper and opened my mouth slightly, I could feel his muscles tense up and he became hesitant to move. It seemed he focused most of his attention on moving his mouth in time with mine, strangled exhales escaping his lips every few seconds when we’d pull away in between kisses.

My hand slid up his torso to caress his face as I leaned back and looked into his eyes. His face was slightly pink and his lips were parted.

“You’re a pretty good kisser,” I smiled, glancing at his soft, warm lips.

Matt grinned, tooth gap on full display. “Not so bad yourself,” he said softly.

I let my hands fall to squeeze his biceps. “But you’re all tense,” I told him.

“Am I not allowed to be a little nervous?” he laughed sheepishly. “I barely know you.”

“Aw, you’re nervous,” I whispered. I kissed him again. “How sweet.”

“Yeah, kinda,” he said defensively. “You’re pretty.”

I hummed, pulling him back in to shut him up. This time I backed up so that the counter was digging into my hips and he could press his body against mine as hard as he could.

Matt grunted, before briefly pulling away. “Is it cool if I put my hand here?” he asked, placing his warm hand carefully on my waist.

I nodded, sliding my arms around his long neck to pull him back in. Once Matt had a good hold on my torso, I could feel a warm, tingly sort of sensation deep in the pit of my stomach. I could still hear thudding from above and I thought about quickly fucking this dork in the kitchen before they were finished upstairs. The thought was quickly pushed away, however.

“Mm… this feels dangerous,” he mumbled in between kisses. I could feel his lips curl into a smirk against my lips as he spoke, his warm hands massaging my waist.

“What do you mean?” I asked, panting softly.

“I might have a thing for you after this,” he exhaled. “You’re so good…”

I swear I didn’t mean to, but I let out a very soft, barely audible moan as he said this to me. The last thing I expected was for him to talk like that, but it kind of drove me crazy.

Fuck.

Matt pulled away and looked me in the eyes, seemingly flabbergasted by the sound I made. The eye contact was so intense. My heart was pounding in my chest, even faster than the thudding from upstairs.

Between the few seconds we spent staring at each other, Matt leaned closer and closer, letting his forehead rest against mine. It was oddly intimate, but I honestly loved it. Something about the fact that he was practically a complete stranger to me, yet still able to make me feel so flustered and anxious but comfortable at the same time, drew me closer to him. I felt need, like if I didn’t have him now, I’d never have him again.

I can’t believe I proved my friend right again.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it. I can’t hook up with this guy here. Not right now. I felt insane for even thinking about it. I felt reckless.

My fingertip grazed over his lip, before leaning in to kiss him again, softly. I kissed him like I needed it to breathe, but not so much that I would die without it. Like I was kissing him just to kiss him. Taking time to breathe in between each kiss, letting my lips linger for a few seconds. The kind of kiss you’d share after having sex, when you’re exhausted and trying to catch your breath.

Eventually, we heard a loud, high-pitched whine echo from upstairs. We pulled away, giggling softly as the two lovebirds were seemingly finished doing their deed. Sadly, this meant my time with Matt was spent and I’d have to wait until our next meeting to do anything else.

“Hey,” he whispered, lifting my chin up so I’d look him in the eyes. “We should hang out sometime. Just you and me.”

I raised my eyebrows, laying my palms flat against his broad chest. “What would we do?” I teased, knowing damn well exactly what he had in mind.

“I dunno,” he giggled. “We’ll see how it goes.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Even if he was a sweet, dorky guy, he was still a guy. But who am I to judge? I almost tried to fuck him on his kitchen counter a few minutes prior.

“Okay,” I laughed.

Matt kissed me again, this time caressing my throat as he opened his mouth and licked my lips. I gasped and practically froze, immediately accepting the gesture by parting my lips and letting my tongue slide against his.

He tasted like tequila and the feeling of his hot, wet tongue against mine was absolutely intoxicating.

Unfortunately, after a minute or so, we heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and Matt let go of me. His warmth left with him and I felt cold as his body moved away. Aside from that, my face was on fire as my heart was racing and my lips still tasted like him.

Trey came downstairs alone, face probably just as flushed as mine and Matt’s. He let out a breathy “Hey,” before reaching inside the fridge to grab a cold beer. Matt and I responded in sync and I only felt my face grow warmer.

“Oh shit, Ravens are kicking ass. Sweet,” Trey said as he left the kitchen. I looked at Matt, who was biting his lip to stifle a laugh.

Eventually, my friend came back downstairs and we all gathered in the living room once again. Her and Trey were glued to each other of course, but instead of Matt and I sitting on opposite ends of the couch, I managed to squeeze in between him and the armrest.

Inevitably, my friend gave me that look, and I gave her the look. No words were said and none were needed. I couldn’t help but smile slightly, crossing my arms as I let my body ever so slightly lean towards Matt’s.

“When does hockey season start?” I whispered to him.

“It’s still going, I think,” he said quietly, looking down at me.

“Good,” I hummed, looking back towards the TV. Matt scoffed and I could feel him staring at me for a few seconds.

As the night went on and more drinks went around, my friend decided to sleep over with Trey, so Matt drove me home. Which was perfectly fine, because he ended up spending the night with me too. Though, to be honest, we spent very little time sleeping.

#i love dorky flirty matt #matt stone #fanfiction #fluff #x reader #baseketball #cannibal the musical #fem reader #mattrey #smut #matt stone x reader #trey parker #orgazmo

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callsign-joyride · 7 months

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for fluffy fall fantasy, could you please do 3 w/ rooster and hangman? thanks!

Love of My Life | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw + Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: You go into labor during a dinner party that you and Bradley are hosting. Jake helps the two of you out.

Content warnings: Pregnancy, body insecurities, labor/childbirth, fluff

Prompt: Already barely holding it together as they're getting their hand held but then they feel that reassuring squeeze and they just can't

This was written for my Fluffy Fall Fantasy event. Feel free to send in requests!

Bradley wanted to have a dinner party with everyone before you had the baby. You were around two weeks away from your due date, so you were mostly at home resting before the baby came, anyway. He told you that he would take care of everything around the house so that you could continue to relax, something that you were thankful for. (The dinner party was his idea and you would’ve ripped his head off if he asked you to cook for ten people.) Maverick and Penny were the first to walk in, handing you a gift bag full of baby stuff because they were out of town during your baby shower. You had been experiencing mild contractions throughout the day, but you were so close to giving birth that you passed them off as Braxton-Hicks.

You sat at the dining table in between Bradley and Hangman and you felt huge. You didn’t eat at the table often since getting pregnant because you didn’t feel as big as you were if you sat on the couch with your dinner. As you ate, the contractions started to get stronger and closer together, but you didn’t want to change the pace of the night.

Fanboy and Payback said that they were going to get the fire pit going, and you told everyone that they could go and have fun even though you were going to bed. So, Hangman was surprised to see you loading and unloading the dishwasher at almost midnight.

“What are you doing? You shouldn’t be bending over like that,” he said as he took over doing the dishes for you.

“I think I’m in labor,” you softly whispered. It took a moment for it to register in his head as he turned to you with a look of shock on his face.

“What? For how long?”

You glanced at the clock on the microwave and looked back at him.

“I don’t know, but it’s been like four hours since my contractions started getting stronger and closer together.”

“And you didn’t say anything?”

“I don’t think that’s the point right now. Let me go get Bradley and-,”

“He’s had a couple beers and you’re having contractions. It’s okay, I can take both of you, but I’ll go and get him.”

“Well, there’s another problem with that. The car seat is in the Bronco and he barely even lets me drive that thing. God, I could kill him right now. All of this is just so fucking stupid. Obviously none of us knew that I’d be in labor but - oh shit.”

You felt something pop before hearing a gush, and fluid was running down your legs and on to the floor. Both of you looked down at the puddle that you were standing in and Jake rushed over to you.

“Um, fuck, I don’t know how to help you. Sit down on, like, a towel or something, I don’t know. I’m gonna go get Bradley.”

Jake left once you nodded your head and waddled over to the linen closet to grab a dark towel to sit on. You were so worried about ruining the furniture that you sat on one of the throw pillows after putting the towel over it, just to make sure that you wouldn’t get anything on the couch. You texted a few family members while waiting for Bradley and Jake to come back inside. Bradley gave you a hug and squeezed your hand before telling Jake what to do. He was going to get the hospital bag while Jake helped you into the passenger seat of the Bronco, and Bradley would sit in the back with the carseat and hospital bag.

“This is the only time I’m letting you drive the Bronco. Be gentle. And she gets to pick the music,” Bradley said as he gestured to you and Jake. You laughed, but that was immediately followed by a groan from how much pain you were in. The hospital that you planned to have the baby at was fifteen minutes away, but it felt like it was taking an eternity to get there.

Both of them walked you into the hospital, with Jake giving your hand a tight squeeze as you were filling out the paperwork to get checked in. Once you got into the room, Jake was told to wait outside while the nurses gave you what you needed. Eventually, Jake’s options were to wait in the lobby or go home, but he had left his car at the home that you and Bradley shared, so he decided to wait in the lobby until the rest of the Dagger Squad showed up. Everyone came and went periodically as they waited to hear about if you had the baby or not. Bradley was sending updates to the groupchat since he didn’t want to leave you, even though you were starting to get the urge to punch him with how annoying he was being.

Things got to a point where Bradley decided to send everyone except for Maverick home. You weren’t really progressing and the nurses couldn’t tell when you were going to actually have the baby. Bradley eventually sent him home, too, saying that Mav would be the first to know when you had the baby. The decision was one that you were thankful for, as it took more than a day for you to have the baby.

You were able to leave the hospital a few days after having the baby. Everyone was still congratulating you and Bradley across social media platforms, but you didn’t really mind. The baby cooed in your arms as Bradley opened the front door to the house, deciding that he would park his Bronco in the garage at a different time.

There was a “welcome home” banner hanging when you walked in, and snacks were on the kitchen counter. Everyone slowly came out of their hiding spots as to not startle you or the baby, and your eyes lit up with glee when they all walked over to you to look at the baby. Everyone, even Hangman, thought that the baby was the cutest thing they had ever seen. He looked more like Bradley than you, which didn’t really surprise anyone that much because Bradley looked just like Goose.

“Jake, I can’t thank you enough for helping us the other day. You really didn’t have to but it means a lot.”

“He did it because he wanted you to name the baby after him!” Fanboy yelled from across the room. The baby started crying and everyone glared at him for ruining the moment.

“As much as we appreciate it, man, I’m never letting her name our baby after you,” Bradley told Jake. You laughed as Phoenix guided you to the kitchen for some snacks that everyone was sure you needed after being in the hospital for days.

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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years

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Movie Night / Umbrella Academy x Reader Imagine

Request: Hi Cee! I saw that you want a TUA request, and I managed to think of one. How about a movie night with Klaus (and maybe Ben)? That just sounds like a lot of fun to me. You can make it into either an imagine or headcanons, whatever works better for you.

Ahhh thank you so much my lovely @holymultiplefandomsbatman this sounds so cosy!!

Warning: very slight swearing, mentions of cigarettes and mentions of arson (Klaus being Klaus).

If you enjoy, PLEASE let me know and comment!!

(I do not own The Umbrella Academy or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @nomatterifyoureblackorwhite.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

You weren’t surprised to see smoke billowing out of the microwave?

Disappointed? Perhaps. Shocked? Not at all. You were even less amazed to see Klaus’ legs dangling out from over the counter, haphazardly balancing on the table as he used a dish cloth to try and whip away the smoke from the air. Sadly, he was not very successful, as the blaring screech and blips of the fire alarm sounding throughout the kitchen of the Academy quickly made apparent to you. The sound of Five’s groaning growl reverberating out of his room and down through the ceiling only made it all the more clearer.

‘Christ on a cracker... Ben, I thought I asked you to HELP.’

Ben is sitting on a kitchen stool next to a flailing Klaus. He’s nonchalantly sipping a glass of lemonade, and trying his hardest not to snicker as Klaus falls off the counter and teddy bear rolls onto the floor in an attempt to correct himself.

‘Why are you blaming me? It’s not my fault you have the brain of a peanut.’

Klaus looks incredibly disgruntled as his head pops up from behind the dining room table. His cheeks are covered in some kind of ashy soot, which he happily swells into a crystal cloud as he sneezes into Ben’s disgusted face. As Klaus hurls himself off the ground and tries to stop the shoulder of his shirt from smouldering by wildly hitting it with his ‘hello’ hand, Ben takes the opportunity to stop him from launching a barrage attack of talking.

‘I said I’d come to supervise, not to help. Maybe you should clear your ears out.’

‘Supervising is Y/n’s job, they’re the only one with a braincell in this house. Such a shame you were born without even one, Benny Boy.’ Klaus throws him a mock frown, shuffling forward on his knees to lean his arms on Ben’s lap and slap his kneecap.

‘That was a terrible comeback’, Ben snorts as he reaches past Klaus’ ears and tries to take the strangely popping, twisting and still expanding bag of popcorn out of the melting microwave to open it. When he’s greeted only by another outpouring of smoke and a hacking cough in response, he decides to drop it in the sink and douse it in water. They’d been lucky enough that Luther hadn’t already come stomping down the stairs to tell them to quit their racket, or that Diego hadn’t come in and yelled at them for setting the alarm off while he was trying to nap. He nearly jumps out of his skin when Klaus yells out and opens his arms wide, flailing.

‘Y/n! Where the hell have you been! How could you leave me alone with Ben?!’ He comes sprinting towards you, giving you only a few seconds to widen your eyes in shock, stumble backwards, and try to brace your arms to protect yourself before Klaus has leapt and is now straddling your waist in a bone crushing hug. He doesn’t care that the selection of movies you had snuck up and stolen from Allison’s rooms have all scattered to the floor, he’s too busy nestling his head into your neck and crushing all the air out of your lungs.

‘Klaus... for the love of- I’ve only been gone for fifteen minutes and you’ve already managed to burn down the house.’

He only dramatically kisses the top of your head before dropping his feet back down onto the floor. ‘Who cares, right? I mean, we all hate this house anyway, and dad’s dead’, he grins, holding his hand out beside him as if in a half shrug. ‘So I guess the house is ours to do with as we please!’ He does a ostentatious spin around you, the ruffles of his leather skirt flowing over your abdomen like the old tune of a long ago dream. He eventually stops to place a forearm on your shoulder, leaning in close so he can whisper into your ear with a high-pitched giggle. ‘I vote arson.’

‘And I vote that you both help me carry these snacks and soda bottles before I collapse’, Ben calls from where he’s half hidden behind the snack cabinet. You can barely make out his hoodie moving, shuffling what you can only guess is approximately five massive bottles into the brackets of his elbows.

��You don’t get a vote - we’ve already established you don’t have a braincell.’ Klaus squats down on the floor beside you and helps you gather up the discs one again, bundling them into your arms as Ben yells out in mock insult.

‘Oh, quit your yapping and come on! If we don’t get into the living room now then Luther’s going to come down and start doing his evening yoga again’, he shivers, ‘and I do not want to be there for that again. Last time he roped me in, and the nightmares I’ve had about doing the downward double dog pose-’

You snort and hit him in the side, the brightest smile on Klaus’ face as he turns to you and laughs, his mirth filled with all the joy and love in the world. Ben comes staggering round to your other side, and you do your best to loop your arms round both of theirs, as they do in return, before you all set off through the door. I mean, you try - but mostly you all go sauntering towards it and then realise when Klaus bumps against the doorframe that three people going through at once is not going to work. Instead of doing the normal thing of letting the two of you go first, he decides to just jump onto your back and you have to give him a piggy back ride through the house before dumping him down onto the sofa.

Ben flops down on the cushion next to him, waiting for you to set up the small television set Grace had kindly got out from the locked cupboard and wheeled in for the three of you, before the two of them scoot sideways and leave you space to sit down between them. You’re sitting knee to knee for a while, dragging the lone blanket you found in your room down from the back of the settee to instead cover your laps. As the intro credits begin to roll, and the dim light of the slightly dinged and ancient T.V. blares into your eyes, Ben grabs a few cups and starts handing out drinks.

Klaus takes his with a flick of his hair, downing it all in one go as Ben looks on with a mix of resignation and absolute horror. When he’s finished, he tosses the mug onto the carpet and leans back against the armrest. To your own despair, as he does this he simultaneously swings his legs up so they’re lying over your own lap.

‘You know, I once had a boyfriend who looked exactly like Hugh Grant.’

‘As if’, Ben retorts as he opens a packet of gummy sweets and offers to the two of you. Klaus just grabs them from his fingers and dumps them into the ornate bowl Reginald Hargreeves had left on the living room table - the same precise one he had forbade any of the children from ever touching lest it loses its unspeakable value. Between the sugary cracks of the sweets, you could still make out the remnants of crater burns of cigarette butts.

Ben snuggles down against your shoulder, and you happily open up your arm to allow him to rest the back of his head against your cheek. The warmth of his body, and the way he lifts his hand to rub tenderly against the hand you’ve rested against his neck already fills you with a tenderness as warm as a sunned cat. Feeling left out, Klaus earns an irritated whine from the two of you as he suddenly tries to twist himself around. He looks like a bug trapped in a spider’s web, punching out and trapping himself in the blanket before he finally settles. He kicks his legs into the darkness over the edge of the sofa, choosing instead to shove the blanket onto Ben and rest his head on your lap, the curls tangling up your abdomen.

‘I did too’, he manages to mumble out as he shoves his face full of a handful of chips. ‘He was a terrible kisser, but he did make the most wonderful pineapple upside down cake.’

‘Okay, now I know you’re lying’, you state, reaching down to scrape your fingers over Klaus’ scalp. He twitches happily in your lap as you say, ‘I’ve never seen you eat fruit in your whole damn life.’

‘I’ll eat it if it’s in cake.’

‘Oh my god’, Ben despairs, sliding down further into your side whilst shaking his head, covering his eyes with with his hand.

‘What!? Mr. ‘I’ll only eat waffles for dinner’-’

‘Hey, waffles count as breakfast and dinner food. I’m in the right here. I’m valid.’

Klaus tries to throw a gummy work at Ben’s face, succeeding only at tossing it through the door way. He hits his target on the next go, though, and leaves Ben wiping his nose with the edge of his sleeve as he reaches out to grab more. Ben’s faster though, dipping his hand into the own packet of chewy sweets he dumped beside them and whirling them at Klaus’ head until Klaus has melodramatically fallen down onto the floor.

The night ends in its usual way, with Diego sauntering down the main stairwell and peeking through the hallway door to see what the heck all the noise is, holding a knife at the ready in case the Academy was being ransacked or burgled. He’s greeted by the sight of you standing on the living room table, arms pull to the brim of popcorn kernels. Ben has taken refuge under the table, his raven hair absolutely drenched with soda, as well as half the askew paintings and bookshelves behind him. Klaus has knocked the sofa onto its side, and has managed to falter in throwing his handful of gumballs over the top as he spots his other brother.

At first, Diego only sighs and puts his knife back away into his belt, preparing himself to turn and leave. When he feels a sweet hit the back of his head with a thunk... well, let’s just say that Five comes storming down to see what on earth is going on about ten minutes later, only to find you all in roughly the same positions... as well as Diego swinging from the chandelier with chip crumbs on his shirt.

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mouschiwrites · 3 months

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Hiya! Congrats on 300 followers, omg!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

I’d like to request if it’s still available, I’ll take one-shot 3 and 15 with Cole from Ninjago x depressed reader, like reader had enough with their life and feel helpless or whatever negative thoughts, but Cole come to console them, like hurt/comfort and later fluff, it’s kinda depressed, so it’s okie if u feel uncomfortable for this

Of course my friend!! Thank you sm for your support! :D

Word count: 1.3k

Ninjago - 3. "Please don't go." and 15. "You're safe with me." (Cole) (300 follower event)

You hadn’t moved since getting home; you’d thrown your bag on the ground, planted yourself on a chair in the dining room, and stared blankly at the table in front of you for hours.

You weren’t zoned out; quite the opposite, really. You were painfully aware of your surroundings. The blinking digital clock on the microwave, the shutters that you’d been too tired to close and now displayed nothing but the blackness of night, the empty silence, but most of all, the hollow feeling inside of you. It was all making you miserable; more than you were already.

Moving for the first time in a while, you brought your elbows to rest on the table so you could hold your head in your hands. The effort was herculean, and you only felt disappointed in yourself as you tired at the negligible motion; all the more reason for you to bury your face in your palms.

You felt like crying, but somehow you were beyond that in terms of sadness. You were just tired.

You took a shuddering breath, cringing at the warbling noise that disturbed your quiet bubble. When you exhaled it took everything in you not to just collapse right there, let your head drop to the table with a thud, but you resisted the urge.

A buzz in your pocket caught your attention, but you didn’t feel like checking it. If anything you’d pull it out just to throw it away; and your hands moved to do just that. But as you lifted it, preparing to languidly toss it across the table, the screen illuminated, and your eyes locked onto the notifications cluttering it.

Sighing, you unlocked your phone, driven by a vague and dull worry that something might have happened. You hesitated for a second, your thumb freezing mere millimeters above your messaging app. Do I really care?

With another sigh you tapped the screen.

You were met with several messages from Cole, starting over three hours ago.

4:07: Get home ok?

5:30: Y/n?

5:31: Want me to bring dinner over?

5:40: You’re probably busy lol, ttyl

6:53: Yo! Want me to order takeout?

6:59: I’m ordering your fave

7:24: Omw, you can’t escape me

You blinked at your phone, hardly processing the words. The last text was sent ten minutes ago; but then what was that notification that you got a second ago?

You closed the app, opening your notification hub to check for the most recent notification. It was a voice message, left by Cole, of course. You tapped it and let the message play.

“Hey, Y/n! You haven’t been answering your phone, and I’m getting a little worried… Well, uh, I’m here at your place, just about to walk to your door right now. See you in a second, hopefully. Love you.”

As if on cue, there was a knock at your door a second later.

You didn’t think you had the energy to deal with this right now, but apparently your body had been holding back. You found yourself walking across the floor, your feet dragging, but still making good time to open it.

The first thing you noticed was the smell of your favorite restaurant. Your eyes landed on a white plastic bag dangling from Cole’s fist, and usually your mouth would have watered, but today it stayed dry.

Cole had been smiling, but his grin faltered when you didn’t even look him in the eyes. “Everything okay?”

You closed your eyes, letting out a weighted sigh while your shoulders slumped. You couldn’t even deny your misery; that would require energy, which, again, you did not have.

Cole’s face twisted into a frown. He was about to ask if he could come inside, but you stepped aside, apparently sensing his intent before he could voice it. He nodded gratefully, putting an arm around your shoulder to guide you away from the door as he walked past.

He guided you to your table, where he set down the takeout and pulled two chairs adjacent to each other, seating himself on one and you on the other. You rested one elbow on the table and held your head with your hand.

“I’m just so tired, Cole.”

Cole’s grip slid down your arm to enclose your other hand, which was lying limp on your knee. He gave it an encouraging squeeze, prompting you to elaborate.

“Everything in my life is out of my control. I can’t do what I want; I have all these stupid responsibilities that suck the life out of me.” You shook your head, your fingers pressing harder into your temple as you rambled on. “I never know what’s coming next; it’s just blow after blow, and they get worse every time.”

You opened your mouth to continue, but your throat suddenly tightened, and tears misted your eyes. You closed your mouth, swallowing hard before trying to speak again. “I don’t know what the point is. Is there a point? Or is it all—” you sniffled, your voice cracking, “futile?”

Cole shook his head, squeezing your hand tighter and stooping to meet your gaze as your head drooped miserably. “It’s not pointless, Y/n. I’m so sorry you feel that way, but I can tell you right now that it’s not.”

Your head jerked up, eyes meeting Cole’s for one fleeting moment. “How do you know? How do you know that tomorrow I won’t just be hit by a truck or something and it will all have been for nothing?”

You let your head hang low, half from despair and half from embarrassment at your outburst.

“Nothing like that is going to happen to you,” Cole said, “I won’t allow it.” He grasped your hand tighter still, drawing closer to you so that your knees were touching.

You shook as you cried, keeping your face downturned and letting the tears fall straight on your lap. You heard his words, but you couldn’t believe them.

He held your hand firmly, letting you unleash your tears for a while. He rubbed a thumb over your knuckles, offering what little comfort he could. He was wishing he could do more when an idea came to his mind, and he stood up suddenly.

“Please don’t go,” you managed through trembling lips, your head slowly raising to look at him. You cursed yourself for scaring him off with your problems.

But Cole just stooped down, snaking his arms under yours and around your torso. He lifted you carefully, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding your legs on either side of his waist. “I’m not going anywhere, he said, giving your back a little rub as he marched into your living room.

He lowered himself onto your couch, reclining slowly and positioning you like a child against him, your head on his chest and one strong arm around your middle. With the other he cupped your face, brushing away a tear with his thumb.

“I’m never, never, going to let anything happen to you. You’re safe with me.”

Your eyes went wide, sparkling at the sincerity you saw in the warm depths of Cole’s dark eyes. You hadn’t believed him when he said it before, but now there was no room for doubt.

You broke down again, this time from relief. Your entire body wracked violently against Cole’s, no matter how much you tried to still yourself. He just ran a hand along your back, letting you wet his shirt with your tears while he shushed you soothingly.

It was a while before you could speak again. But at length you sniffled, lifting your head and planting your chin on Cole’s chest so you could look at him. Your throat felt raw and your eyes were sore, but the worst of your pain was definitely in your stomach.

“Can we eat?”

A grin spread on Cole’s face, and you knew you had said the exact right thing.

“I was wondering when you’d ask.”

You both giggled, you even more so when Cole scooped you up bridal-style and carried you into the kitchen to eat your favorite food, peppering your cheek with kisses every step of the way.

Thank you for taking part in our event!! And thank you for reading, take care my duckies <33

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wooahaes · 11 months

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i want to be with you more (like the sun sets and rises again)

pairing: non-idol!jihoon [trsr] x fem!reader

genre: fluff!

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: food mention, one suggestive reference, mentions of a migraine + taking medicine for it. abrupt ending, probably, bc writer doesn’t know what she wants.

daisy’s notes: i forgot i wanted to go see a movie like. weeks ago. movie theater popcorn i miss u...

Jihoon could hear you sneezing the moment he came into your apartment. Honestly, even though he already had plans to spend your birthday with you, knowing that you were sick only made him want to stay there more.

The plan had been that the two of you were going to catch a movie together that you’d been wanting to see for a while. You’d sneak candy in through your purse, he’d pay for the popcorn because he’s a gentleman who won’t let the birthday girl (who’s, y’know, smuggling candy in) spend extra money for their date, and he’d maybe try to steal a few (or more than a few) kisses from you throughout the movie. Except you woke up this morning with a migraine and your allergies kicking your ass, so the two of you ended up missing the showtimes so that you could rest up. He’d listened to you make a couple phone calls throughout the day to family, and decided maybe he’d just surprise you himself.

So when you decided you’d take a nap while you waited for medicine to kick in (in hopes that it’d help get rid of the migraine once and for all), he ran to the store. He found microwave popcorn (your preferred brand, because it was deliciously buttery), a couple of drinks for the two of you to share, and whatever boxes of candy that he knew both of you loved... but mainly the ones you preferred, because it was still your day.

With his return to your apartment to find you still resting, he knew what his second move would need to be. He’d leave the popcorn until he knew that you were feeling better, but in the event that you were, everything needed to be cozier. So he texted Hyunsuk to ask if a blanket fort would be feasible (who immediately complained about how he texted him before anyone else... before giving out the information he wanted), and got to work.

“Babe?”

He perked up when he heard your voice, sitting up from his spot on the floor where he was spreading out another blanket (thank you for your love of blankets, by the way--it truly helped Jihoon make everything a thousand times cozier) to see you standing nearby.

“What are you doing?”

He ignored your question in favor of checking on you first. “Do you feel better?” He stood up, hands reaching for your own. “Does your head still hurt?”

“No, but...” I asked you a question, he knew you were going to say.

“Since we couldn’t go out,” he took a tiny step back, pulling you with him. “I made things look nice. I know it isn’t the same because we can’t see the movie you wanted, but... I have a few accounts--” Not all owned by him, since Hyunsuk was the one with the Disney+ account so he could watch marvel movies. “--And I thought we could have our own movie date here...” He paused, squeezing your hands a little. “Happy birthday?”

You felt sheepish, heat rushing to your face at how casual he was about all of it. As if throwing things together because your girlfriend had a migraine was the completely normal course of actions. “What if my head still hurt?”

“I’d take it down and we could do it later,” he shrugged. “Its your birthday. Even though we missed the movie, we can still have fun here.” While still holding your hands, he gently pulled you down onto the floor with him as he knelt down. “In more ways than one...”

You let go of his hand in favor of gently smacking his arm. “You dork,” you said. “Maybe later.”

He laughed, leaning in to give you a quick peck. “You wait here,” he said as he hopped back up, before pushing the bag of candy toward you. “I’ll go make our popcorn.”

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noface-phantom7 · 2 years

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Merge: Always Be the Bigger Person

(Non - SCP Short)

I am roused in the middle of the night by the sound of my apartment door swinging open, followed by a slam that seemed to shake my walls. I almost wanted to jump out of bed, grab the bat that sat near my bed, when I heard a loud frustrated groan somewhere outside my bedroom door, followed by a loud thump—and I immediately knew who it was.

“Daniel?” I called out, throwing the blankets off as I reached for a shirt on the dresser beside my bed.. “Is that you?”

In response, I got a muffled answer against the door and another thud like palm against wood. I sighed, and pulled the door open. Daniel didn't even look up once it was open, instead he let his forehead fall against my chest and his arms wrapped around my shoulder; it was a common way of Daniel letting me know how he was feeling. I returned it, and patted his back as I led him towards the kitchen to get something, and he relented almost wordlessly.

“Bad date?” I asked him once he was seated, taking stock of the clothes he wore as he sat down on the chair, still not meeting my eyes. It may have been, considering he had been talking about it for weeks until a couple of hours ago; plus, Daniel has been my best friend for years, I know him like the back of my hand.

“Yes.” He almost whispers, just as I popped my leftovers in the microwave. Daniel lived across town but his date earlier was close by so I had guessed he would mostly turn up here after. I took a seat across from him, and tried to catch his eyes that were cast down. He didn’t seem to have cried yet, though he looked like he was trying not to. He rubs one hand against his eyelids, until I catch it and set it down—careful not to squeeze tight lest they fuse.

“Okay, then tell me.” I told him, patting the back of his hand. “How bad was it? He stood you up”

Daniel takes a deep breath as his eyes start to fill with tears, he shakes his head, and wipes them away before responding. “It would’ve been better if he just stood me up.” His voice cracked, though he did try to show a smile. “He was an asshole, he berated me the entire time.”

I stayed silent for a bit, recalling the guy he showed me a while ago: Eric McConnell, I knew the guy from my gym, never thought he swung the same way as Daniel until he showed me their conversations from some dating app. I had warned Daniel though, but didn’t discourage him and even gave in to the benefit of the doubt, because I could see how happy he was from the entire thing.

Eric seemed to be a high school jock still, but in the body of a twenty-five year old man. He would stride inside the gym with his ‘dudebros’ entourage, almost obnoxiously, yet no one could do a thing considering they were the biggest guys there. And I’d have to admit, he looked good too.

“And don’t say ‘I told you so’, okay?” Daniel added, feigning humor though he bites his trembling lips. I just sigh and offer a smile, but as soon as my hand lands on his shoulder, his own smile falters slightly as a sob pushes through despite him biting it back. “Aw shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t…mean to—I just—fuck.”

Daniel swiped at his tears as I reached for a roll of table napkins to offer him, as well as an apologetic smile as I grabbed the food off the microwave. I knew better than to make him stop, instead I took a few utensils out and slid the food close to him followed by a glass of cold water. He mutters thanks between each sniff, and I just sat there watching him stuff his mouth with spoonfuls of rice and fish—the same way he has done every time he was down like this.

A plan had been formulating in my head the moment he mentioned Eric; and it’s frankly something I’ve been thinking of for months ago even right as I took this current body. I’m sure Daniel wouldn’t mind, and I’m even banking on the fact that because of their last encounter, he might even encourage me to do so. I sat in silence whilst he finished every morsel of his food, and he didn't complain.

Once he was done eating, his tears have likewise stopped—and he drank the entire glass in a few long gulps. “Thanks, Alan.” He tells me after, smiling again followed by a sigh; until he sees my expression at least. “What? What are you thinking of?” I only chuckled, and leaned in forward as if beckoning conspiratorially. I grinned, and folded my hands together. “Would you like me to do ‘it’ with Eric now? I mean, he’s a dick so…”

Daniel’s eyebrows drew together in confusion for a moment, his head tilted a little to the side as he leaned in. Then once realization hit him, his face lights up as a mischievous grin permeates his lips. “Wait, that thing? Didn’t you just get that body nearly six months ago?” He asked, though I could see in his bleary eyes a hint of excitement.

He wouldn’t be wrong and I nodded with a wink. “I know, but I have been thinking of merging with Eric too way before Yuan came along.” I grinned, recalling how I ended up with this body from last April; oddly in a very similar situation with Eric right now, though I was in Daniel’s spot.

The aspects of my merging were very simple: I could merge with anyone once I either pushed myself into them or squeezed any part of their body hard enough until their body gave way to my own flesh. It’s an almost flawless process too—once I’ve slipped it, our masses would be joined and I would be able to immediately take control; it feels rather amazing to experience the euphoria of myself sinking into a bigger body and feeling my muscles swell in real time.

Though there was a catch; our faces would likewise merge to create a new visage, memories would intertwine too although mine would still be dominant—and that anyone other than myself and the person to witness it would know the merge even happened. In short, the person would cease to exist to the world, and everyone else would think I, Alan, have always looked like this.

I could only chuckle at the thought. I’ve merged with Kai, a guy I also met through an app. He was a nice guy, very smart too, though it was only after five dates and hookups that I discovered he had a girlfriend he was cheating on with me. I was furious, but I didn’t tell him until that night when I had invited him in for another night.

What Kai didn’t know was that it would be his last. As soon as I had told him to strip down, I had immediately rendered him unconscious by the use of a chloroform-soaked cloth. It was easy to incapacitate him, and by the time he had stopped struggling, his back had already started merging with my bare torso—slipping in through his smooth back and making my new body expand a little. Kai was pretty lean, as did the body I had at that time so the merging was relatively quick.

My favorite part was stuffing my member inside him, pushing it in until I had reached his own shaft as if pushing my length into a sheath that made it both thicker and longer. Kai would be my sixth body then, so I had accumulated a rather impressive length and girth that would seem almost disproportional with the body (though I was excited for Eric, because it would fit that body.).

And so once I was all in, I pushed my face through the back of his head, and felt myself sink in. My features had already started shifting at that moment, though more of Kai’s features shone through considering the previous guy I merged with before him, Yuan, had nearly similar ones. Once I was finished, I had looked a few years younger and even looked much more innocent.

Daniel had been there the entire time, of course, it was my second merge that he had witnessed and he had been awestruck. I remember flexing and flaunting my new physique to him at that moment, and I had fun teasing him about the way he had been staring at me.

Back to the present, I could feel from the tell-tale thumping on the wooden floor that Daniel’s knee was bouncing again—the same way it always did when he was excited. His tear-stricken face seemed to be glowing in joy now, and I grinned at this, especially as it seems to have put him in a better mood.

“Well if you’re sure, then I won’t say no.” Daniel tells me, a smirk already curling up a corner of his lips.

“I just needed your go signal.” I responded, offering him the same smirk as we planned what to do the next day.

–

Daniel miraculously knew where Eric lived; he told me the night before that the man had the audacity to make Daniel walk him home despite making fun of him the entire date. I knew he lived close by, though I was plainly surprised to find out he stayed in an apartment just a street away from mine—I didn’t even need to drive to get there.

“This is the place.” Daniel told me earlier once we stopped on the steps of the four-storey building. Eric stayed on the third, the first room to the right. I nodded after, and he pushed the door to open to let us both in.

The plan was simple; Daniel went in first, knocked at Eric’s door, and then distracted him. Once the man’s guard was down, I slipped in and used my old trusty chloroform method. I was still hesitant with using other ways of knocking them out, yet this was the best one—of course I could just force myself into them to merge, but that would always be too much of a hassle not because they could fight back but because it could cause complications such as aligning a part on a wrong limb..

Nonetheless though, the operation was a success, and all that needed to be done now was to merge.

“There we go.” Daniel tells me once we’ve settled Eric’s limp body on a chair (pants still on), ready for me to jump in. He had grinned the moment I clasped the cloth over Eric’s mouth and nose (with minimal trouble, he was still bigger than me after all). “Do you need me to hold him for you?”

“I got this, don’t worry.” I told him, cracking my neck and stripping my clothes off right after. Daniel’s eyes lingered on me for a while, before he backed out with a sly grin and let me stand behind Eric’s body on the chair—his wide back seemingly calling to me already.

I rest a hand against one shoulder blade, massaging the spot in an almost sensual way until the spot felt soft. I could almost laugh; I’ve spent months staring at this muscular back and now I was going to have it for myself. With a sneer, I pushed my hand in and watched as my left arm started to sink in.

Eric’s back almost straightens the instant my forearm was in, though he merely groans as I watch his arm start to balloon and swell, the sound of rubber stretching filling the air as our entire arm merges. Once I had sunk my left arm, the feeling instantly returned and I clench my new fist, flexing my new biceps. I could see Daniel somewhere in my periphery, tugging at his pants, and I smirked at how he found this entire scene arousing. I did the same with my right arm. I flexed both of them, hearing groans and soft moaning from both Daniel and Eric.

With my new powerful arms, I undid the remaining buttons and zipper from Eric’s waist. Once it was all off, including his underwear, I smirked. I had him lean forward, my already throbbing member rubbing against his opening. I had no need for lubricant, my ability was enough for me as I drove it in. Eric halk-awakes as he lets out a cry of pleasure—something even I could feel as I thrusted in, felt my crotch and legs start to get sucked in as my mass contorted to fuse with his.

The experience was, as always, beyond blissful. I felt in every single motion how my length slipped into his; the length was already impressive, so was the girth, and I felt prec start to leak and get pushed out as my member fused into his with a slight zap of pleasure. In the background, I could hear Daniel cursing while breathing heavily.

I was almost there, I stood at an impressive height with my limbs almost doubled—so it was time for my torso to sink in. I pushed my chest into his back, my stomach too using my arms to push against the wall. I slipped in almost effortlessly, feeling our lungs combine and expand, likewise my chest started to balloon and push out. I had gasped the moment it was done, and I took the air in, felt my new body, and even grazed a hand over my member’s head. I turned back to Daniel with a smirk, who already looked like he was nearing climax.

With a wink, I pushed my face into the back of Eric’s scalp, earning a loud groan from him as our faces mixed and rearranged itself—his memories started flooding into mine. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, though most of the memories that played out themselves were off-putting so I pushed them out; not as if I needed them anyway.

The moment the merge was complete, I couldn’t help but thrust my hip out, moan, and felt as strings of white shot out of my tip—one that was worth a few men that immediately started to pool in front of me. At the same time, I heard Daniel likewise doing the same, I threw my head back and moaned as each shot brought me more pleasure.

Daniel and I finished at roughly the same time, though even once I stopped shooting, a steady stream still leaked out at every movement. By that point I was already smirking, flaunting my new body and running a hand over my hard muscle and much more impressive physique.

“Like what you see?” I asked Daniel once he was in his afterglow, back already on the bed while he tried to catch his breath.

“Yeah,” He replied, I could sense the smile in his voice despite his panting. I had put the pants back on at that point despite the leaking, and stared at my new form in the mirror. “Very much…” He adds, trailing off a little.

Kai and Eric had different features, and what resulted was an entirely new face. I smiled, it had been a while, so I inspected my new face and explored my new body. I stared for a few more minutes at my reflection before getting cut off by a soft snoring in the background.

I turned around and found Daniel, already dozing off from the pleasure. I could only chuckle and stare at the happy content look on his face as I slid onto the bed, sitting beside him before I let myself fall back into the mattress similarly basking in the afterglow.

The best feeling comes right after the merge—with our muscles and bones still fresh from stretching and combining, as well as my still hard member tenting against my pants. I debated whether or not to go at it again as I ran a hand over my tight chest and abs, fingers playing along my nipples. Instead, I stretched one hand to my side and found Daniel’s open.

With a sigh, I held his hand and clasped it tight.

In the end, pleasure and oblivion won out as I felt myself slipping into slumber with the soft mattress beneath me and a warm hand clasping mine—this was undoubtedly another great start in a new body for me.

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 2 years

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Word Count : 0.9k TW : yandere!themes A/N : @whatudowhennooneseesyou I added you to the taglist for Jealousy Is... thank you so much <3 Request : Can I please request a headcannon with yandere Lee Know where he thinks he can shower you with love & care to make you stay with him? Pairing : yandere!Lee Know x GN!Reader

Day 315, almost a year since you had attempted to break up with Lee Know for his overly possessive behavior. It had been 314 days since Lee Know had come to pick you up from your own apartment, the promise of one last date, the pretense, the reason why you had agreed to go with him. 313 days since the day you had first woken up in the bed that you had become all too familiar with now, and 313 days since you had been locked away in the lavish house that was Lee Knows.

“Are we happy today, my love?” Lee Know asked as he walked through the front door, kicking off his shoes as quickly as possible to walk over to where you stood in front of the kitchen sink, washing up the dishes that had built up from making dinner. You nodded swiftly, turning your head to meet the kiss that you knew was coming, knowing that if you didn’t he’d throw a fit and you didn’t want to deal with that side of him, not tonight at least. “That’s good, your happiness is my happiness, you know that.” He had made it clear enough already, the first time you had tried to leave he had broken down in tears, his fingers wrapped tightly around your ankle when you were on your way out the door. The second time you tried to leave was when he was at work, something that you thought had been the best move until he found you on the bus and walked you back to his own home and locked you in the basement for a few days. It wasn’t that your happiness meant anything to him, it was simply your presence, knowing that he had you.

“Sit.” You motioned to his seat at the table, forcing a smile as you grabbed his plate from the fridge and heated it up before pouring him a drink. You were wise to what made him tick, and you did your best to keep him calm. “How was work today?” You asked, doing your best to sound interested as you sat across from him with what would be your third cup of coffee for the day.

“It was alright, I missed you painfully while I was away. Did you miss me just as much?” His eyes bore into yours as he awaited your response, his knee bouncing, knowing exactly what you wanted to say, but there was an excitement, a sense of power that washed over him when you altered your answer to fit what he wanted to hear.

You hummed in false agreement around the lip of your cup, jumping up at the sound of the microwave beeping to grab his plate. “I’ll take a shower while you eat and I’ll be back out to clean the dishes when you’re done.” The tone of your voice was almost robotic as you set his plate down in front of him, about to turn to walk away when he grabbed your arm, pulling you down onto his lap and resting his chin on your shoulder, letting out a chuckle when he felt your body tense up.

“I’d really like your company while I eat. I haven’t seen you all day.” He whispered, his lips brushing against your neck, sending goosebumps all across your skin and a shiver up your spine. “And I’ll finish up the dishes when I’m done eating so that you can shower and I’ll be able to meet you in bed when you’re done.” You could feel his lips raise at the corners when you sighed reluctantly and moved back to the chair across from him.

That was the thing that made it hard to leave him, the fact that he seemed to care, that he seemed to love you genuinely, it’s just that his love was… strange. It wasn’t what you were used to, and you knew that no one else would ever understand this kind of love, but it wasn’t bad… it was just… domineering and restraining. You couldn’t do much, but he had promised to do everything for you. You couldn’t go anywhere, but he swore that he’d get you everything you needed. All of your friends had been cut out of your life because to him, he was the only person you needed. It was scary at times, but mostly his love was just suffocating. Sometimes you wished that it truly did suffocate you, that you’d cease breathing and finally be free of his constraints, but you knew that he would lose his sanity, and a Lee Know that didn’t have you was a Lee Know that had not a single care in the world, and that wasn’t the kind of person that you’d want to let loose in the world.

“My love, what is it that you’re thinking about?” He asked, reaching across the table to brush his fingers across the back of your hand, pulling your mind back into your confusing reality, his head cocked to the side as he looked at you.

“How much I love you, Lee Know…” You whispered, flipping your hand over to hold onto his, sighing softly when you felt his thumb brush over yours, a wide smile spreading across his face. It wasn’t bad, it really wasn’t, as long as you reacted the way he wanted and said what he wanted to hear he would treat you like a queen, and he would love you, and after such a long time, a small, similarly strange part of you loved being loved like this by him.

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paeries · 1 year

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another teaser.. domestic!harry

........"So, naturally I, being the absolute angel that I am, took one for the team.” I shrugged, elbowing him in the side teasingly and reached over to his bowl of popcorn to fish one out. “They’re not stale, are they?” I asked, pausing just before popping one into my mouth, who knows when it was made. He widened his eyes at me and reached into the bowl to toss a few my way. “I made a bag about two hours ago thinking we were gonna try that movie out! Dickhead!” I laughed and threw my handful at him as well. “I’m sorry, I forgot! At least I was miserable. Doesn’t that help console you in any way at all?” Doesnt it help knowing I’d so much rather have been here curled up with you? “I suppose so.” He grumbled, grabbing the bowl and moving to stand. “C’mon,” He started, acting exasperated. “Let’s go make another.” And reached his hand out to help me up. “Grab that blanket too, will you? Just had it washed, I’d like to enjoy it, thanks.” He added, his eyes darting directly behind me to the blanket folded over his headboard. I laughed, my jaw falling slack at the newfound attitude. “Yes, sir.” I giggled, grabbing the blanket and stood, “Brought a pizza home too to share. Lost my appetite at the restaurant so I stopped on the way home.” I explained as I made my way to the kitchen again, Harry trailing behind. “Always so thoughtful, kitten, thank you.” He hummed, striding to the furthest wall of the kitchen, poking his head through the cabinets as he rummaged around for another bag of popcorn. “Would you grab the parmesan and pepper flakes, while you’re in there please?” I asked, opening the box to plate up the pizzas for us and moved into the living room to set the plates down on the coffee table, hearing the microwave beep as he punched in a timer for the bag. “S’really comin’ down out there, isn't it?” Harry said after some quiet, looking out the kitchen window as he waited for the popcorn to finish. I watched as he lost himself in thought, staring out the window, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was so distracted with. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears, my throat, even my fingertips, as I set my hand over my chest to try and calm the throbbing that was bursting through my chest.

“Yeah,” I responded quietly, not really sure if he was talking to himself. “Ominous, isn't it? Should’ve known it would be a shit night once the thunder cracked.” I caught a hint of a smile from the tops of his cheeks, his head still turned mostly away. “Tried t’warn ya, did it?” He laughed, finally turning his head to me before retrieving the popcorn from the microwave and dumping it into a bowl. “Hey! Grab me a beer, would you?” I asked quickly, before he could leave the kitchen. Harry turned on his heel, grabbing two beers, “That bad, huh? Y’never go f’beer.” He teased, turning the light off and taking a seat next to me on the couch. “Alright, y’settled? Better take a pee break now because m’not pausing for any reason this go around, got it?” He warned, laughing as I sheepishly got up to go to the bathroom just in case, he’d say. “The pizzas goin’ cold, Harry! Just start the movie.” I laughed, trying my best to get him to hear me through the door.

After I washed my hands, I sped through the hallway to sit back down, opening a beer and pulled my legs up onto the cushion. “Which one did you end up picking?” I whispered, taking a good swig before setting it back down to pick up my pizza slice. “Interstellar. S’a big movie, lots of things to miss. S’why I made y’go to the bathroom beforehand.” He explained, pulling the throw blanket from his room over his lap, spreading it out to reach across my lap too. “Comfy?” He whispered, grabbing his own slice off his plate to take a bite. I nodded, watching his portion of a bite before getting back up, “M’bringing the whole damn box over.” I laughed out, hurrying into the kitchen to grab the entire box, as well as the rest of the six pack of beer in the fridge. “Hurry back, it’s starting.” He hissed, playfully glaring as I sat them down on the coffee table. “Alright! Alright.” I giggled, taking my seat next to him, watching intently as the beginning scenes unfolded. I risked a glance at Harry from the corner of my eye, he hardly moved if not for the slow rise and fall of his chest in order to breathe. His jaw tense, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes flickering quickly about the screen, he was focused. When he moved to grab a beer, I jumped and he laughed. “Y’can’t watch the movie, if you’re watchin’ me.” He mumbled, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I wasn’t watching you,” I giggled, swallowing thickly, “I was thinking about whether I locked the door behind me, and how I was going to tell you without bothering your focus.” “Y/N!”

yes, its another friends to lovers, suueee meeeee. this is just a section from what I have so far and its untitled as well, i've had her labelled as 30.

#harry writing #harry one shot #harry fic #harry styles #harry on tour #harry styles x reader #harry styles reader insert #harry styles friends to lovers #harry styles one shot #roommate!harry

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Those Eyes: Rise! Leo x OC

Chapter 2

Just to mention that Lala and Leo are 14 in this part of the fanfic, hence the turtles trying to stop The Foot from getting the pieces to the Shredder armor. Throughout this (if I can stay committed to this for as long as I plan to lmao), they will age from 14-18 and I will be sure to mark the time skips.

Also, Lala’s apartment is supplied by The Foot. She ain’t got the $$ for that at 14 lmfao

ALSO, I don’t think I’ll be writing in specifically Leo’s POV. I love the way the RotTMNT writers wrote him and I don’t wanna attempt to write his inner thoughts and feelings in his perspective when his character and how he processes his emotions is still up in the air on account of the show being canceled before he reached his true character arch (along with the psychology videos I’ve been watching on him. They’re all great but still just assumptions and none of them are done by the writers. If the writers/creators have made any social media posts about his psychology, please feel free to point me towards them). So I’ll be writing in the third person for him throughout the fic, especially if I get to the point where he’s older than the movie version of himself. My fear is miswriting him and not making him true to his character in the show. I hate reading fanfics that make me go “they would never say/do that” and I’m sure most of you guys do too. I’m sure I’m looking too far into this but I want all my writings of pre-existing characters to be as accurate as possible. Thank you for reading and enjoy the fic! Also pay attention to the warnings this chapter!

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Warnings: Mild Language, manipulation, trauma maybe?

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In my apartment, I unwrap an unpopped bag of popcorn and throw it into the microwave and set it for two (2) minutes and twenty (20) seconds. I trudge over to the couch and grab the remote, turning on the TV and flicking on a random movie on Netflix. It didn’t matter what is was. The Foot Lieutenant and Brute will be over soon and I’ll be in so much trouble.

That mutant. They had told me a while ago about him and three other ones who looked like him. Something about “high-jacking their plans” and them being “incessant adolescence”. Whatever that means. Overall, they made them seem like our enemies.

But if they’re so awful, why would one of them save me?

For hours, I’d been thinking about the one with those bright red stripes down his face and the blue bandanna. When he had saved me, he looked at me strangely, and I’m pretty sure I looked at him the same way. It felt like I had stared at him for minutes after I said “thank you”.

He had this look in his eyes I can’t get out of my head. At first, there was a cocky grin when the Paper Ninjas first turned to shreds, but then I moved my hair to get a better look at him and we made eye contact. They contained this… surprised expression almost. I couldn’t really read him well. I first tried to brush it off and act like he was a hero doing hero shit. I finally gave in after the looks began to consume all my thoughts.

These thoughts are obsessive. I kept thinking about what else I could’ve said. Maybe “who are you?” Or “what are you?” Or “I’ve heard of you.”—anything to keep him talking to me so I could know what all this bullshit about “those blasted turtles” was about—but all those outcomes led to him leaping onto the rooftop and running away from me in my own mind.

What’s wrong with me? Why is he in my head? I’ve never thought about someone like this.

Suddenly, there’s an aggressive knock on my door followed by the microwave going off. Looks like they’ve picked up on my routine.

I sigh as I stand up and walk over to the door. I slowly turn the knob and barely open it before the Foot Lieutenant pushes the door open, forcing his way in. The Foot Brute follows closely behind.

“Yeah, screw my privacy, I guess.” I say sarcastically as the Lieutenant brushes past me further into my apartment as the Brute slams the door behind him.

“The privacy that we gave to you because you refused to live in the base.” The Lieutenant says harshly.

I roll my eyes. “Because it’s filthy there. You say I’m one of your best assets but you want me to live in a cockroach infested single room. That’s prison.”

He quickly approaches me until his face is inches away from mine. “No. The best asset. So much so that I offered you an official ceremony that you so rudely refused. I should be more angry about this, but you’ve done something else nearly unforgivable.”

I shrink away slightly, bowing my head and crossing my arms. I hate it when he gets like this. I don’t take either one of these men seriously, but I’ve never liked people being this close to me. Especially when I’m in trouble like this.

“I’ve done nothing.”

“‘Nothing’, you say?” He chuckles darkly, the Brute taking my popcorn out of the microwave and stuffing his face. Goddamnit, that was my last pack.

Unable to continue speaking due to my heart nearly beating out of my chest, I stand still, avoiding his angry glare. He finally backs away, but I can still feel his gaze burning into my forehead.

“The recruits searching for you said you made contact with one of the turtles and didn’t plan on reporting back to anyone, nor try to stop him, nor try to get any useful information out of him. Why?” I jump as he slams his hand on the kitchen counter. “The turtles are our enemies! They are prolonging and distracting us from our main goal: to bring back Master Shredder. I’ve told you about them, so why didn’t you do at least one the most simple things I’ve asked you to do when you see them or make contact with them?”

I only shrug. I wish I did, I think, but not for any of your purposes.

“You don’t know…” he chuckles at the Brute and points his thumb in my direction. The Lieutenant looks back into my direction with a smirk on his face, the flame upon his head writhing in frustration. “Tell me, Lala, are you siding with the enemy? After all we’ve done for you? After we took you in all those years ago and taught you everything you know to this day? Are you planning to betray us?”

After a few seconds, I shake my head and mumble, “I don’t even know him. Or any of them. And I’ve never denied the things you’ve done for me.”

The Lieutenant approaches me again and places his hand on my shoulder. “Listen, child, we are so close to our goal. You may feel like you can’t do the things you want to do in this very moment, but when we bring back The Foot’s true leader, you will be able to do whatever you please.” He lifts my chin with his pointer and index finger to force me to look up at him. “We will rule all. We will be all powerful. People around the world will cower at the mention of our names. But to achieve this, we must get rid of everything and everyone who interferes. Including the turtles.”

I had thought about that possibility recently as the Foot Lieutenant talked more and more about it. Yes, it would be nice to be able to do whatever I wanted. Maybe even have people do things for me. But I couldn’t bare the thought of people—everybody—being afraid of me.

The farthest back I clearly remember was when I was ten-ish (10-ish). I remember being in elementary school in class. There was a girl in there I had been friends with for a few weeks and I wanted to invite her over to my house, which was the living facility in the Foot Clan base. She made me realize how filthy it was: the roaches, the occasional mouse, the exposed leaky pipes.

The following day, I saw the entire fifth (5th) grade class surrounding her desk as she talked about the conditions of my home. When she saw me, she audibly gasped, which caused the whole class to turn to me and quickly disperse. I feel like most people would be more concerned about the fact that their business was being spread around, but I was upset at her and the class’s reaction to me walking in.

Did they expect me to not come to school? To be so ashamed that I hide away and never show my face again? How was I supposed to know those conditions weren’t adequate when that was the only place I had lived since before I could remember?

Anyway, ever since then, people acted like I was one of those mice that would crawl around my room and make nests in my walls. They avoided me up until middle school, but that was only because most of my class had gone to other middle schools because the school zoning had changed.

The girl who had snitched to my class went to my middle and now in my high school. We don’t talk or even really look at each other. She’s knows what she did to me and she feels guilty, I used to think. But now I think she’s still afraid of me.

I never had the urge to befriend anybody else since then. I don’t talk to anybody in any of my classes. I just pop my AirPods in and silently read when I have free time. I just don’t think I could go through something like that again. I also demanded for my own space and have had my own apartment since.

I’ve never told anybody this, especially on account that I had snuck her in in the first place. The avoidance I experienced was purely my fault.

“Tell me that this will never happen again.” The Lieutenant demands from me. “And I will forget this ever happened.”

I shrug his hand away and stare at my bare feet. “It’ll never happen again…” I say barely above a whisper.

Without another word, he and the Brute walk out of my apartment.

I rush to the bathroom and empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet. That memory always makes me feel queasy.

After I feel like it’s over, I stand to my feet and try to pull myself together while staring into the mirror. I take several deep breaths before my attention is directed onto the metal ring around my neck. It’s been there forever. I’ve tried to pry it off, but nothing has worked so far and nobody will tell me what it’s there for in the first place. It makes me feel queasy too, but I resist the urge to throw up again. I need fresh air.

With that final thought, I open the bathroom window and hop onto the fire escape. This night, I hope to forget everything and live freely for the night.

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Leo’s mind has been occupied more than usual. He stopped thinking about the look that girl had and started wondering more about her.

Why was The Foot after her and why wasn’t she freaked out when she saw him?

Why had his brothers not seen or heard her?

Was she a ghost?

Leo flops down on his bed and sighs in exasperation at his own thought. Of course she isn’t a ghost. Ghosts aren’t real.

Despite this, the girl has haunted his thoughts for hours. Anything he would think about: missions, Raph’s lackluster plans, pizza, skateboarding, the cunning museum puns he had come up with, she took them over instantly.

It frustrates him. Not necessarily because he was upset with the girl, but for not quipping or just saying a quick “no problem” instead of running away like he did. But what was he supposed to do? He was out of the shadows dumbstruck by some random girl. Anyone could’ve seen him and he simply didn’t acknowledge that in the moment. It wasn’t his fault… was it?

He hastily sits up and stares at a Jupiter Jim poster on his wall. Of course it wasn’t, he thinks, but he quickly forgets what he’s even blaming himself for and throws himself back on his bed.

Strangely though, he still needs answers. Or… something! Something tangible. Something to stop this random feeling of guilt he can’t quite find the source of.

He decides to venture out into the city he grew up in. Maybe he would find the answer there.

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Hope you guys liked this chapter! I know it’s mostly centered around Lala, but I promise the next chapter is in the works and will be more Leo-centered.

Like I said, the next chapter is almost done, but I may post it in a couple days or so for revision as Leo has a lot more dialogue.

Stay safe!

-ℍ𝕒𝕟𝟟𝕒

#fanfic #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt fluff #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt reader insert #rottmnt leo #rottmnt #rise leo #rise raph #rise michelangelo #rise of the tmnt #rise of the turtles #rise movie #rise leo x reader #rise donnie x reader #x reader

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daredevil-1910 · 2 years

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Olympus Calling prologue

A/N: This is an AU where the characters are all aged up, there are all mostly in starting college, UA is a college, I will be adding my own spin by adding Greek mythology to the story, ships will change and ships will be added. pls keep this in mind while reading, and lastly, pls enjoy and feel welcome to leave your feedback.

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“Mei, Did you mess with my socket wrenches again?!” Yori looked at his toolbox, he isn’t the most organized person but he does like a level of organization with his tools just so he can find them when he needs it.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Mei doesn’t even bother to look up from her table.

“Whatever, it’s getting late why don’t you head home, ill close-up shop.” Yori suggests, and watches as the pink haired girl stands up with her papers and heads outside mindlessly.

“OK, see you tomorrow” She walks out the door and the sound of heavy rain fills the shop.

“well tonight’s going to be cold.” Just then his phone dings and he picks it up to find his dad texting him.

Just got home.

Picked up a pizza, I’ll put it in the microwave for you.

Yori snorts, his dad always sounds robotic when he texts him.

Ok dad, thank you. Go to sleep, it’s getting late.

He sends the text message and hears the doorbells clanging together and the sound of heavy rain entering the shop again. He walks upfront to see who decided to come in the shop so close to closing time.

“Hey, we are about to close the sh-“ He stops in his tracks when he finds a small brown-haired Girl, walk into the shop, a sort of lost look on her face.

“aah, what can I help you with ma’am”

“um, my Bike, the tires are flat, I was wondering if you sold them here, I know its late, but I really need it it’s the only way I can get around, and with tomorrow being my first day of school and all.” She looks at him with her big brown eyes.

“Yeah, let me check in the back, what size tire are they?”

“I actually have no idea” She looks at the bike next to her, trying to see if it says it anywhere.

“You look about 5 feet tall; I think 23 is the tire.” Yori scurries to the back of the shop and finds a twenty-three tire.

“Here let me see.” he compares them and finds the tires to match.

“perfect I’ll get this sorted out for you and you’ll be on your way.” He stands back up and The girl hands him the bike. Which he picks up with ease.

“So, school tomorrow, are you excited?”

“Yeah, it’ll be my first day of freshman year.”

“Really, I remember my freshman year, I’m in my second year now”

“That’s awesome, what’s your name?”

“Yori, how about you?”

“I’m Ochako” she says excitedly

“Great to meet you Ochako, I’d shake your hand, but they are kind of dirty at the moment.”

They both chuckle, Yori finishes the tire, makes sure there is no leaks mounts it on the bike and puts it back on the ground.

“Ok, all set, here you go.” Yori smiles and heads to the sink.

“Oh, wow it’s still raining” Ochako peers outside the window.

“You know you don’t have to leave just yet; you can ride out the storm in here, I still have a few things to do before I leave.”

“Oh no, don’t worry, I have my handy dandy poncho” she smiles brightly.

“So how much do I owe you?” She opens her coin purse.

“Nothing, it’s on the house” Yori smiles again

“Oh, come on, for real, how much”

“I’m serious, you don’t owe me anything, it was a simple bike tire change, nothing too fancy. Are you sure you don’t want to stay I could maybe give you a ride.”

“No, I’m sure, thank you, you have no idea how much you’ve helped me.” She says throwing her poncho on.

Come on Yori, do something, ask her out, ask for her number, something.

“Well, ok then if you are sure, hey you think I could get your num..” he turned around to find that she had already left.

“Huh, well would you look at that, didn’t even ask her what school she was going to, Idiot” Yori talked to himself. He went back to cleaning up before leaving. Making sure the sign on the door said closed.

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cinema | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.2k words. request: yes/no by @lovely-leclerc: "hey love! please could you do number 10 with charles <33 thank you so much, i adore your writing 💗" thank u so much! i hope you like this<3 prompt: movie night from this prompt list. & fluff 10: "stop moving and let me braid your hair." from this prompt list. warnings: aah maybe language, mild spoilers for crazy rich asians (the movie), mentions of the panoramic. idk what else. a/n: omg day five! just like my xmas fics, PLEASE DON'T SEND REQUESTS FROM THE VALENTINE'S PROMPT LIST. i'll tag all the fics as illicitvalentine's so it's easier to keep track of them.

my masterlist / valentine's day masterlist

(i love him)

you sit on the couch, the bowl of popcorn in your lap as charles sits down next to you with two bags of chips in his hands.

“everything ready?” he asks.

“yup,” you nod your head, taking the remote in your hand. “what do you feel like watching tonight?” you ask as you scroll through your netflix feed.

“horror?” he asks, you raise an eyebrow. “i’ve been wanting to watch that flower girl movie,”

“are you sure you’re up for it?” you ask, genuinely concerned for him. you know how he gets when he watches something even slightly scary.

“is it bad? like… gory and stuff?” he slides next to you, being careful with the food next to you.

“yup. and we definitely shouldn’t be watching this at night.”

“but… the movie looks so bright, so colorful,” he pouts, and you chuckle, pecking his lips.

“that’s the point,” you explain. “we can watch it if you want to, just…” you shrug your shoulder.

“let’s watch something else instead. we can watch a commentary about it on youtube instead,” he rushes the words out. and he sounds so serious and so determined that you just nod and keep scrolling. “crazy rich asians?” he suggests.

“you sure?” you ask.

“is it good?” you feel his hand around your shoulders, and you rest your head against his.

“very. i think you’ll like it,” you press play and leave the remote on the arm of the couch. you munch on your snacks as you watch the movie, and charles gasps, laughs, and sighs during the right scenes.

“i like her friend,” he refers to peik lin, the main character’s best friend.

“i know, she’s hilarious,” you agree.

by the end of the movie, you can help but tear up a little at the airplane scene, even though you’d already watched the film countless times. your eyes drift to your side, where charles is trying his hardest not to let his tears fall.

“charles,” you whisper, throwing an arm around his shoulder.

“he loves her so much,” he sighs, and you pepper his entire face with kisses as he keeps watching the movie. “oh, there’s a party,” he continues, wide eyes watching everything. “oh, she better have her happy ending!” he points to the screen, where gemma chan’s character makes eye contact with an attractive guy. you just laugh, squeezing him close to you as the movie comes to an end, a cover of coldplay’s yellow is everything you can hear.

“so, verdict?” you raise an eyebrow, smiling as charles cleans his face.

“please tell me this movie won at least one oscar,” he holds your face in his hands.

“sadly, no,” you shake your head, “it won best comedy at the critics’ choice, though,”

“that’s bullshit,” he says, you just nod your head. having been a fan of movies almost your entire life, you’d lived the shock and backlash online.

“yeah. what do you wanna watch next, loverboy?” you kiss him again, standing up to stretch.

“la la land,” he answers immediately.

“you can put it on, i’ll go make more popcorn,” you lean down and grab the empty bowl, walking to charles’ kitchen and opening a new bag. you place it in the microwave, watching the bag spinning around, inflating as the corn begins popping. you hear charles’ footsteps behind you.

“i’d kill for a slushie right now,” he says as he slides an arm around your waist, placing his chin on top of your head. you hum.

“me too. i miss the movie theater so much.” you let out a sad sigh. before miss rona, you’d visit the cinema almost weekly, sometimes twice a week when you wanted to rewatch a really good film. but now, things were still so complicated that you hadn’t had the courage to go back yet.

“soon, lovie,” he reassures you, and you nod your head. the beep of the microwave startles you both, and you reluctantly leave his arms to attend to the popcorn. “i know watching films here, in my couch with homemade snacks is not the same, but,”

“no, no, i didn’t mean it that way. it’s just… films, and the cinemas have always been such a big part of my life, and it’s been hard not having it anymore.” you say, smiling sadly, “and i know that it’s so stupid to complain about it when i have the opportunity to be safe and watch them at home, when there’s people out there that have it way worse than me. but… i just miss it,” you ramble, leaning against the counter.

“baby, no, it’s not stupid. we’re both really privileged people but… we all miss the world the way it used to be. and it’s been hard on everyone… not having the things that you loved doing.”

“and i love watching films with you. and i love that you’re not afraid to hide your emotions when you think a story is sad, or happy, or both,” you chuckle. “and i love explaining all the little details to you, and i love that you listen to me.” you tell him. “i just love you, completely.”

“wow, thanks for making me cry… again,” he laughs, leaning down to kiss your lips softly, his knuckles rubbing your cheek. “i love you, too. completely. now, come on, let’s go watch a movie, promise to not move and let me braid your hair,” he says as he runs a hand through your hair. he always loved playing with your hair because he knew it helped you relax.

days later, you find yourself repeating that night’s routine, you and charles, sitting on his couch while you eat junk food and watch movies. you’re currently watching ‘harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban’.

“did you know that this was the first movie that i ever watched in theaters?” your fingers are playing with charles’ hair, his head is on your lap.

“really? mine was ‘shrek’.” he says, and you let out a laugh.

“that makes so much sense,” you nod your head as you speak. feeling the same mix of emotions as you watch the last thirty minutes of the film. “i solemnly swear that i am up to no good,” you recite the last line, taking a deep breath as you smile, hearing the familiar and comforting music as the credits roll. “i would do anything to watch this movie for the first time again,” you say, your fingers tangling with charles’s soft strands of hair.

“it’s so beautiful, you know?” he says as he smiles at you.

“the movie?” you nod, but he shakes his head side to side.

“your love for movies, stories,” he lifts a hand, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “no matter how many times you watch a movie you always get so excited, like it’s the first time you’ve watched it.”

“because every time i watch a film i discover new things,”

“exactly. you notice things most people don’t. it’s beautiful,” he lifts his head from your lap, locking his lips with yours. it’s messy and awkward because he’s sideways, but you melt into it nonetheless.

“i should go now,” you whisper on his lips, leaning back a little.

“stay, it’s saturday tomorrow,” he whimpers.

“i can’t. i changed my meetings to tomorrow so i could have valentine’s day free, remember?” you peck his lips as you try to lift him off your lap.

“i’ll drive you to work tomorrow. just… stay tonight,” he pouts, hands around your waist to keep you in place.

“fine. but i have to get up early, okay?” you say, knowing that you have everything you need for the next day here.

“sure,” he says, snuggling his head against your stomach.

“you won’t complain when i wake you up early in the morning?” you smile, fingers on his hair.

“maybe a little. but i’ll get over it. now, put on another movie,”

“okay, just don’t fall asleep on me, mister,” you tease, knowing that he’s absolutely going to fall asleep on your lap.

it’s sunday, the day before valentine’s. you’re spending the afternoon with charles and sleeping in his apartment that night. you open instagram as you wait for your meal to cool a little. you sigh as you see stories of some of your friends together in the cinema, watching the new spiderman movie. there’s a knock on your door, you try to erase the sadness from your face as you open it, seeing charles holding a sunflower.

“thought of you,” he smiles as he hands it to you. you smile, but it doesn’t reach your cheeks, which he notices. “is everything okay?” he asks as he walks in and closes the door behind him.

“yeah, i just… i’m being melodramatic,” you fake a smile, feeling charles slide his hands around your waist.

“my love… what is it?” he asks, and you shake your head.

“nothing. it’s just… i miss the cinema. it’s dumb, i know, we’ve already been over this,” he cuts you off by placing his lips on yours.

“exactly, i already told you that it’s okay to miss thing you love, okay?” you nod.

“can we- talk about something else? i don’t-” you don’t finish, just shrug your shoulder in defeat as you grab charles’s hands.

“of course. do you have everything you’ll need?” he asks, changing the subject. you nod your head.

“yeah, i packed my bag a few hours ago,”

“did you-”

“i packed the onesie, yes,” you interrupt him, laughing as his cheeks redden.

“perfect,”

after finishing your meal, you grab your stuff and walk out of your apartment holding his hand. he leads you to his car, helps you in and places your bag on the backseat. he starts to drive away from your apartment building, and you notice he doesn’t take the left turn to go to his.

“where are we going?” you ask, frowning a little.

“you’ll see,” he can’t help the small smirk that settles on his face.

after driving for a few more minutes, he reaches a beautiful house. there’s a huge garden in front, with flowers and a few trees.

“this is our home for today and tomorrow,” he says as he parks in front of the house.

“charles,” you whisper, a grin slowly making its way on your face.

“come on, there’s still something i want to show you,” he says as he turns off the car. he grabs both of your bags, which now you understand why he wanted to place your bag in himself, and steps out of the car, you following shortly after.

there’s a whitepicket fence around the house, the grass is a bright green and the flowers are colorful, they don’t care that it’s the middle of winter. you step inside the property, feeling excited butterflies fluttering inside your stomach.

“can you get the key?” charles asks, turning a little on his side. you nod, taking the key from the pocket in his jeans. you walk the few steps up to the front porch, noticing the wood porch swing sitting in front of a window, and open the door.

“charles, it’s beautiful,” you whisper once you walk in. it is everything a home should be. big open spaces, a set of double french doors leading up to what you assume is the backyard. you can’t really see because there is something covering it. “i love this,”

after dropping off your bags in the master bedroom, you walk downstairs, where charles tells you he has a surprise prepared for you.

“you know i don’t like surprises,” you give him a small smile. he just shrugs his shoulder as he leans in an places a soft kiss on your temple.

“i think you’ll like this one,” he says, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the house through the front door. you follow him, and he takes you through the side of the house, where you can see a big tree right by the back fence. you keep walking, watching the sunset sneaking in through the leaves and branches of the tree. he stops you just when you’re about to reach the end of the house and finally see the backyard. “are you ready?”

“i don’t know,” you laugh nervously.

“go ahead,” he instructs, nodding his head. he lets you lead, and you feel his hands on your waist as he walks behind you.

covering the double french doors is a white projector screen. there’s a blanket on the grass, with soft pillows and cushions. there’s a projector set up, and on the screen you can see the paused title screen for ‘harry potter and the prisioner of azkban’.

“i know it’s not the real cinema, but i thought-”

“it’s perfect.” you cut him off, turning around in his arms. you place your hands on his face and lead his lips to yours. “it’s perfect, i love you. i- thank you.”

after he showed you everything he’d prepared, all the snacks he bought from the theater and brought home with him, you two settle down on the blanket, surrounded by all the pillows and spend the rest of your night watching movies you both love.

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nnatsume · 2 years

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I'VE HAD THIS IDEA SINCE FOREVER, HEAR ME OUT

Mika and his s/o finding a stray kitten who's eyes are the same as Mika's! (y'know, heterochromia)

Ficlet or headcanons, as you wish! Thank you so much

a / n: BABE WAKE UP THERE’S MIKA IN THE INBOX. i always get a little excited when i get to write mika bc i love him so much.. anon thank you for trusting me with this brilliant idea i sincerely hope i did your giant brain justice. you just came in yesterday but god this request.. microwave sounds

✦ – finding a cat with mika's eyes !

your mika always worked so late into the day. with valkyries sinking reputation and funds, you understood that they couldn’t afford to reject many offers, despite shu’s unwillingness to comply with most of those requests. but this? you stared into an alley, littered with trash and dust and all kinds of filth. the rain blurred your vision, and under the veil of darkness, you could only see a ring of light around a pathetically small door. seriously? your heart sank a little.

it is what it is, you guessed, looking up to watch the raindrops race down to the edges of your umbrella. mika should be out soon.

it took a while before the ring of light widened in the corner of your vision. the door creaked, red and orange light spilling out of the small pub. mika stepped out, waving into the room before turning to face you. he looked oddly happy when you consider he was coming out of a dirty, no-name facility. throwing an arm above his head, he hurried over under your cover.

“ehe, sorry for makin’ ya come all the way.. i was meanin’ to take one w’ me but i forgot..”, he scratched the back of his head, giving you that smile. the golden details of the valkyrie uniform glistened back at you, as he breathed a little heavily into your shoulder. you could feel the happiness brimming at the back of his throat.

you shook your head. “it’s alright. i’d come anytime.”, you spoke with a wave of your hand. mika looked as if he was about to combust, grin reaching his cheeks as his face ran bright red. “did anything special happen? you seem very happy today.”

“ah.. yes!! ya should’ve come w’ me! oshi-san was awesome today.. he took the thing an’ he went woosh! an’ then he put his hand out li–”, mika’s wild gesturing was interrupted by a loud, metallic banging from the back of the alley. both your heads snapped in that direction–a trash can had tipped over, littering everywhere.

mika blinked, giving you a confused stare. “well.. the wind’s strong today! should we cle–”

he shrieked again as something rustled–some cans tipped over. rhythmic taps, as if something was dripping on plastic, followed. you squinted into the darkness, to see a tiny silhouette dancing across the litter. a small, black cat soon stared back at you with eyes of too familiar colors, meowing.

“aww!”, you cooed, watching as the cat marched out of the dark with clumsy little steps. “it’s just a kitten.. look at it!! awww!”

mika was already crouching onto the pavement and scrubbing his fingers together. “pspsps! c’mere, little kitty!”, he chanted. the cat seemed to like that—swishing its tail, it trotted up to you both, taking a seat under your cover. the kitten meowed when mika reached his hand out for pats. “it’s so small.. look, ‘s like my hand!”

you crouched down as well, offering the hand that wasn’t holding your umbrella to the kitten to take a sniff. it seems that you have passed the test, as it rubbed its head against the back of your palm. something about it reminded you of something. “it’s so cute.. and friendly! i don’t think it has an owner though. look, no collar.”, you deducted, tilting its chin up slightly.

the kitten then made its way back to mika. it was when you had them both in view that made you realize what seemed so oddly familiar about this cat. as mika laughed, mismatched eyes glistening with happiness, it hit you like a boulder. the cat looked back at you with the same kind of eyes, and you gasped. the boy looked back at you too, confused.

“mika.. you have the same eyes.”, you clarified, pointing between him and the animal. two pairs, one golden and one azure, looked back at you.

mika blinked again. “..wait a minute.”, he spoke, turning back to pick up the kitten from the ground. you watched him process things for a moment. the kittens eyes were the exact same shade to the last drop of color–he only thing being different was that they were switched on the kitten, the golden one being on the left. they matched. he looked like he was about to start bawling right then and there.

“yer so cute! nhaah, the eyes suit you so much better than they suit me! aww, i could hold ya forever!”, he sang, placing the animal back down and stroking a hand over its coat. “it looks so cute–i think it’s a girl, tho’! she looks so cute ‘n pretty! can we take her home, somewhere?”

“mika, stoop! the cat’s a clone of you! or maybe your soulmate familiar.. i think you’re both so cute. you have the prettiest eyes, you both, i’m almost envious!”, you muttered, watching his face go up in flames. “i think we should keep her. it can’t be a coincidence! what do we name her? mika junior. or minika? mini-mika!”

he covered his face. “nwaah, stooop, or i’ll die! ya.. yer cuter!”, he whined, shaking back and forth, flustered. it never took too much to have mika at your mercy, a few words and he was rolling on the ground. your chest puffed with pride. “i’ll have to ask oshi-san about her when he gets out.. nhah, i really wanna keep her now.. here, kitty-kitty!”

you laughed. it seems there was going to be a new addition to your tiny family. you doubted shu could withstand the kitten's charms, as it rubbed up against mika’s hand, purring loudly.

#📖.my writing #enstars #ensemble stars #mika kagehira #mika kagehira x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader

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junghelioseok · 3 years

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heart-on.

↳ your one-night stand definitely isn’t relationship material, but maybe—just maybe—your manager’s son is.

◇ hoseok x reader ◇ smut | strangers to lovers!au ◇ 10.1k [1/1]

❛❛ my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick ❜❜

notes: welcome to the first installment of the serendipity series! we’re starting with hoseok, because, well, have you met me? 🤣 be warned, however, that this isn’t anywhere near as edited as i’d like so i’ll probably give it another read/edit tomorrow but for now!!! here it is!!!

⇢ series masterlist. | inspired by this post.

warnings: dirty talk bc hoseok’s got a bit of a mouth on him, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), sexting. dick pics, obvi. brief mention of a dead pet goldfish :(

You’re refilling your mug when you hear it. Voices filter out from the kitchen, floating past the coffee station where you’re pouring yourself another drink and hanging in the open air of the hallway that leads back to the rest of the office. They’re familiar voices, too—voices that belong to the resident gossips of your workplace. Lottie’s pitchy, nasal tone melds with Hyejin’s higher one, their conversation interrupted every so often by an exaggerated exclamation or gasp from Sandra, the third and final member of their trio.

“Haven’t you heard? Carolyn’s divorce was finalized over the weekend, the poor thing.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine how she’s feeling. I mean, getting back into dating at her age? Goodness!”

“And now she’ll be all alone at the holiday party, too. How sad is that?”

“It’s tragic. Poor thing.”

Rolling your eyes, you grab a packet of sugar and tear it open, upending it over your mug and watching the crystalline granules fall into the dark liquid within. You know for a fact that Sandra and her husband can’t even stand to be in the same room for an extended period of time, considering how they’d spent most of last year’s holiday party talking to entirely different groups of people. You’d sat two tables away from them during dinner, and they hadn’t even made eye contact once. And as for Lottie and Hyejin, well, you’re certain that their relationships aren’t much better. All three of them are miserable people as far as you’re concerned, and you make a mental note to check in on Carolyn—a sweet woman in her thirties who always keeps chocolate bars in her purse—on your way back to your desk.

“Sheesh. Vultures, the lot of them. Don’t you think?”

You whirl at the sound of your manager’s voice. Kyunghee Jung is a dark-haired woman in her late fifties, and she laughs when she sees your startled expression, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Easy! You’ll spill your coffee if you’re not careful.”

“I’ll probably have a heart attack first,” you reply, pressing a hand to your chest. “What was your job before this? Some kind of intelligence operative? Are you a super spy?”

Kyunghee laughs again and joins you at the counter. “Nothing even remotely as exciting as that,” she answers, plopping her mug down beside yours. It’s decorated with what looks like every color of the rainbow, a massive smiling sunflower taking up the majority of the surface, and the only remnant of the ceramic’s original color is on the very edge of the handle where there’s a lopsided little patch of white. The piece is clearly handmade, and a stark contrast to the simple mint green cup that houses your coffee. Looking at it, it’s impossible not to smile.

“I love that,” you remark, inclining your head at her mug. “Was it a present from one of your kids?”

“Hoseok,” she confirms, running a fingertip along the imperfect handle fondly. “I’ve told you about him before—he’s right around your age.”

You chuckle. “Right, I remember. That’s why he’s the perfect match for me, right?”

“Come now, there’s more to it than that,” Kyunghee defends, waving a hand. “But yes, to answer your question. He gave it to me as a birthday present when he was eight.”

“Well, you never told me he was an artist,” you tease. “Does he have an Etsy? Can I buy one of these off him? Does he do custom orders, maybe?”

Normally, your manager is more than happy to play along with your jokes, but today Kyunghee fixes you with an uncharacteristically serious look. “Why don’t you ask him yourself?” she asks. “He’s coming to the holiday party, after all. I figured you could finally meet.”

You blink. Kyunghee has been making offhand remarks about how well you would get on with her son, Hoseok, for over a year now, but you’ve never even come close to broaching the topic of meeting him. You don’t even know anything about the man beyond the fact that his name is Hoseok and that he works somewhere downtown. He also favors tall socks and yellow suspenders if the framed photograph on Kyunghee’s desk is any indication—or at least, he certainly did when he was still in diapers. Whether he still does, is anyone’s guess.

“Wow, I had no idea he was even interested in coming,” you manage when you’ve recovered from your surprise. “Did you bribe him?”

If Kyunghee notices that your voice is a few pitches higher than usual, she doesn’t remark on it. “Oh, you know. I just told him that this would be his last chance to score free booze on the company’s dime.” She laughs. “Three more months and it’s going to be all beaches and sunshine for me. I might even become a cruise person in my retirement.”

You gasp and slap a hand to your heart. “Kyunghee! Think of the environmental impact!”

“I said I might!” she retorts immediately. “Sheesh. Even in my old age, it’s hard to conveniently forget how shitty and unsustainable those damn boats are.”

You pick up your mug and raise it in a salute. “Well, the oceans thank you.”

“My husband doesn’t,” she answers with a sigh. “He’s been dying to book one of those trips that stop all along the Mediterrannean coastline, and I can’t exactly blame him.”

“That is tempting,” you admit. “You’ll have to send photos, if you do end up going.”

“You’ll be sick of me and my photos before the first day is even up,” she promises. Then she pauses, her eyes darting toward the kitchen where silence has fallen in the last few minutes. “Speaking of being sick—you think the vultures are still hovering around in there? I haven’t had lunch yet, and I need the microwave.”

Obligingly, you edge a little closer to the kitchen doorway and poke your head around the frame, scanning for Lottie and her sidekicks. “Coast is clear. Enjoy your lunch, Kyunghee.”

She nods and raises her mug at you, returning your salute. “I always do.”

///

As soon as the work day ends, you fall into your usual routine. Your commute home is easily walkable on nicer days, and though the winter weather is brisker than you’d like, you decide to walk for the sake of stopping at the convenience store on the corner of the block.

Once you arrive back at your apartment, you change into your comfiest sweats and a loose tee. You turn on some music while you throw together some dinner, and settle onto the couch half an hour later with a full plate and Netflix. Television is a welcome distraction from the events of the workday, and you manage to get through three full episodes of your current show before your pesky brain decides to revisit the events of today, replaying the conversations that you’d both had and overheard.

There’s no denying that you’ve been single for quite some time now, and for the most part, it’s been by choice. Ever since graduating from university, you’ve chosen to focus more on your career, and it’s paid off both in terms of the important position you hold in your company and your above average salary. And yet, you can’t help but think back to the gossip you’d overheard earlier—about the supposed tragedy of being single and attending the upcoming holiday party alone. Your mind wanders to Kyunghee’s son, Hoseok, and how he’ll be in attendance this year. You wonder what he’s like, and whether he really is perfect for you, as Kyunghee seems to be so fond of mentioning.

And then your mind goes to Jay.

You met Jay two months ago, on a well-deserved night out after a hellish workweek. The bar was crowded, and the music coming from the neon dancefloor in the back was just loud enough to drown out your inhibitions. That, combined with the alcohol swimming through your system, made you bold. You sashayed your way across the dancefloor, dodging inebriated bodies and swaying limbs as you fixed your attention on the head of pale lavender hair and deliciously broad shoulders that awaits you just behind the bar counter. The bartender is nothing short of gorgeous, and you’ve thrown all caution to the wind. Sure, several other women are eyeing him like he’s their next meal—several men are, too—but you need another drink. And while he prepares it, you plan to flirt.

A lot.

The bar counter is sticky with spilled liquor, but you don’t pay that any mind as you lean across it, the wood digging into the narrow strip of exposed skin left by your cropped top. “Hi!” you call, and the bartender looks up from where he’s just finished pouring a round of shots for a group of raucous young men.

“Hi yourself,” he says, his pillowy lips stretching into an easy smile. “What can I get you?”

You pretend not to notice the way his eyes flicker down to the dip of your cleavage and instead put on the sultriest smile you are capable of mustering. “Vodka soda,” you tell him, injecting a bit of purr into your voice. “A bit of lemon too, if you have it.”

“Trust me, I have it,” he assures, his smile growing as he reaches for a clean glass and a clear bottle. “Name’s Jin, by the way. I’m here all night, if you need anything e—”

A loud clatter and the sound of breaking glass interrupts the rest of his sentence, and all eyes at the bar go to the source of the disturbance. Conversations stutter to a halt, and even the thumping bass of the music seems to dull. Jin darts to the other end of the bar, where you can see that one of several barstools has fallen to the ground. There’s a man on the ground as well, surrounded by shattered glass and spilled dark liquor, and your eyes widen when you realize that you know him.

And arguably, a little too well.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. People are starting to lose interest in the spectacle, turning back to their own conversations and continuing on as if nothing had happened at all. The man is beginning to clamber to his feet, and a few people lend a helping hand as Jin begins barking out orders for everyone to step back so he can sweep up the broken glass. You seize upon the opportunity, latching on to the nearest arm and pulling them close so you can hide behind them. Vaguely, you’re aware of them sputtering in surprise, but you only have eyes for the man who had fallen off his stool, watching him carefully as he brushes himself off and tries to play it cool despite the sizable patch of whiskey soaking his white shirt.

“Hey, uh…” Your human shield is speaking. “Are you okay? You’re squeezing me pretty tight.”

That draws you out of your daze. Abashed, you loosen your grip on his arm and look up into his face, your throat going dry when you realize how handsome he is. His black hair is parted over his forehead, a stray strand falling into warm brown eyes set above a straight nose and an inviting mouth. There’s a freckle above his top lip, just shy of the center, and your inebriated brain wonders just what it would be like to kiss it.

“I, um—” You clear your throat and try again. “Sorry about that. I just didn’t want him to see me.”

Your newfound companion raises an eyebrow and glances over his shoulder at the drunk man, who is now being ushered out of the bar by his buddies. “You know that guy?”

You nod, cringing. ��Yeah, his name’s Trent. I… may or may not have dated him for a few months last year.”

The man laughs out loud. “You dated a Trent?”

“What, like you’ve never made a questionable life choice?” you challenge. “Besides, you shouldn’t judge someone based on the sins of their parents. It’s not his fault they gave him a terrible name.”

“Sure, but it is on him for going along with it,” he replies with a shrug. “I would’ve changed my name as soon as I could if my parents had named me Trent. But hey, that’s just one man’s opinion.”

You laugh. “Okay then, Not-Trent.” Relinquishing your grip on his arm, you let your fingers graze his hand before pulling away entirely. “What do you say we continue this conversation over a drink?”

The man, whose name is decidedly not Trent, catches your fingers in his and gives them a gentle squeeze. “Happily.”

One drink turns into two, and then three. By the end of the hour, you are feeling pleasantly warm, the alcohol spreading through your veins like molasses and turning your surroundings into a hazy blur. The music has grown even louder, pounding against your eardrums, and you grab onto Not-Trent’s wrist as he sets his now-empty glass back down onto the counter.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” you ask, raising your voice to be heard over the thumping bassline. “I can’t even hear myself think.”

“The parking lot’s out back,” he suggests. “Why don’t we get some air?”

You nod and stand up on wobbly legs, cursing your decision to wear heels when you stumble into your companion. He steadies you with a gentle but firm hand, and you don’t miss the way his touch lingers on your lower back, his palm warm through the material of your blouse.

Together, the two of you pick your way through the throng of swaying bodies on the dancefloor. The bassline thuds in your ears, dark and hypnotic, and you can feel the reverberations thrumming across the slats of your ribs and echoing in the cavern of your chest like a second heartbeat.

It’s almost a relief, then, when you step out into the cool night air. Your ears continue to ring for a few seconds, but it soon fades and leaves behind only the muted hum of traffic from the street and the faint sound of music from inside. At your side, Not-Trent releases a long breath and leans against the brick wall of the building, and you turn to take in the steep slopes of his side profile as he tilts his head up toward the velvety night sky.

He’s handsome. Dressed in ripped jeans and black leather, he’s a sight to behold, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been craving a bit of intimacy for quite some time now. The alcohol swimming through your system makes you bolder than you normally would be, and you reach out to lay a hand on his arm. He turns toward you with a silent question glimmering in his irises, but you simply step closer, until you’re pinning him against the wall with your body and you’re breathing the same air.

“Hey,” you say, your voice an airy whisper. His eyes are near obsidian in the dimness of the parking lot, illuminated only by the orange glow of the streetlamps on either end, and your gaze flickers down to his mouth before roving to the freckle that sits upon his top lip. “Kiss me?”

Your companion’s eyes widen. His lips part, but no words come out, and you’re about to repeat your question when he finally finds his voice again.

“That’s really… that’s not a good idea.” Awkwardly, he clears his throat, but the hoarseness of his voice and the harsh bob of his Adam’s apple give away his true desires. “Look, you’ve been drinking. We both have, and—”

You cut him off, pushing up to your tiptoes and planting a messy kiss to the soft dip just beneath his bottom lip. “Don’t care,” you mumble against his skin. “I want you.”

Your companion laughs weakly. His hands find their way to your waist and pause there, as if he can’t decide whether to push you away or pull you closer. “You don’t even know me,” he murmurs.

“I don’t have to know you,” you reply. Your fingers drag down his chest, trailing along the delicate silver necklace that rests against the black of his shirt. From the chain hangs a round pendant, the surface engraved with the letter J. Slowly, you trace it with a fingertip, the metal shining even in the dim light, and satisfaction blooms in your heart when your companion’s throat bobs again. “I want you,” you breathe, soft but insistent. “Isn’t that enough?”

“I—” He clears his throat and tries again, and you wonder if he realizes that his hands have slid down to your hips, or that there’s a growing hardness against your lower stomach that’s becoming increasingly harder to ignore. “Look, I’m flattered—really, I am. And you’re… I mean, fuck, you’re gorgeous. But I don’t think we should do anything when you’re clearly not in the right frame of mind to be making this kind of decision, and—”

“And, nothing.” You wind your arms around his neck, pressing close and grinding subtly against the bulge in his pants. You smirk when he releases a low hiss from between his teeth, and hide it by laying a trail of kisses along the stretch of bare skin exposed by the dip of his collar. “Stop being such a gentleman,” you whisper. Your fingers trail down his chest, past the silver of his pendant and down to the faded denim of his jeans, teasing at the cool metal of his belt buckle. “I want this. But if you’re not interested, I can always go back in there and—”

The rest of your sentence dies in your throat. Your companion has tugged you flush against him in one smooth motion, and your gasp is cut off by the firm press of his mouth against yours. Immediately, you melt into the kiss, and a moan tears from your lips when he spins you around and pins you against the brick wall of the building.

“You’re a spoiled little thing, huh?” His breath fans hot against your cheeks, and you shiver when you meet his eyes and see the dark promise reflected there. “Used to getting what you want, huh, princess?”

Your breath hitches at the endearment—something your companion doesn’t miss. “Oh, you like that?” He chuckles hoarsely, and when he speaks again it’s in a rasp that sends heat straight to your core. “What else do you like, hmm? You want me to be rough with you, princess? Or should I be gentle and treat you like a queen?”

You reach up, raking your fingers through his hair and skimming across the soft strands of his undercut before finding purchase at his nape. “You talk too much,” you whisper.

And then you’re crushing your mouth back against his, whining when he immediately takes back control of the kiss. His grip slides downward, his fingertips digging into the skin just above the curve of your ass, and you squeak when he grabs the back of your thigh and hooks your leg around his waist.

“You feel that?” he rasps into your ear, nipping at the delicate shell and chortling when you keen. Your skirt has ridden up dangerously high on your spread thighs, and you let out a soft whimper when he grinds harshly against your center. The lace of your panties and the denim of his jeans are the last barricades between you, and you wonder, vaguely, whether your companion has a bit of an exhibitionist streak when he slides one of your sleeves down your shoulder and begins kissing a trail down to the swell of your cleavage. “You feel how hard you’ve gotten me?”

You lean down, kissing the soft spot where his jaw meets his ear before letting your teeth graze against his skin. “Why don’t you do something about it then?”

He hisses out a sharp breath, his hands tightening their hold on your hips. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, huh? I can’t wait to make you eat your words.”

Any retort you may have had is interrupted by a sudden swell of music and the sound of a slamming door. Whirling to face the source of the noise, you immediately spot a familiar head of lavender hair atop broad shoulders encapsulated in the black uniform of the bar. Jin hasn’t noticed the two of you yet, his attention fixated on his cell phone screen, but he looks up when you let out a little squeak of surprise and shove your companion’s chest in an attempt to create some distance between you.

“Hey.” Jin raises a hand in greeting, a knowing smirk curling his lips. “This phone call shouldn’t be too long, so please. Don’t stop the party on my behalf.”

Heat floods to your cheeks. There isn’t much use protesting against his insinuation, considering the rather compromising position you’re in. Much to your relief, though, your companion simply huffs out a chuckle and waves Jin off. “Thanks, man, but we’ll get out of your hair.” Lowering his voice, he turns back to you. “Coming, princess?”

You nod. He offers you his hand, and you take it gratefully, adjusting your skirt so that it drapes properly over your hips and thighs again.

“Have a good night!” Jin calls after you, amusement lacing every word. You can’t work up the nerve to respond, and luckily, you don’t have to. Your companion leads you around the corner of the building, where several rows of cars are parked beneath an orange streetlamp. On this side, the exterior brick wall is painted with a mural, and you admire the colorful galaxies and nebulae swirling amidst silvery white stars and the word serendipity spray-painted in pale blue.

The last car in the row is parked just beneath the letter Y, and it’s here that your companion stops. The sleek black vehicle has an almost vintage feel to it, and you glance up when you hear the jingle of metal.

“I’m guessing this is yours?”

He nods, pulling a set of keys from the pocket of his leather jacket and inserting one into the lock. “Yeah. You like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” you tell him, tracing the edge of the passenger window “Makes my car look like a total piece of shit by comparison.”

Your companion chuckles, pulling open the driver’s side door, and you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the window as he presses a button to unlock the rest of the doors. Your hair’s a bit of a mess and your mascara has smudged beneath your right eye, and you hurriedly swipe at it as your companion turns his attention back to you.

“So,” he says. “Now what? I can give you a ride home, if you want.”

Deliberately, you let your gaze drop down to his crotch, where his bulge—albeit waning—is still visible. “Seriously? I thought you were going to… what was it again? Make me eat my words?”

And just like that, it’s as if a switch has flipped. His eyes darken to obsidian, his lips settling into a stern line, and you barely have time to draw in a breath before he’s caging you against the side of his car and molding his mouth to yours. Your lips part beneath the onslaught, and he wastes no time in dipping inside to explore, licking into you until you’re both breathless.

“Inside,” he breathes once you’ve broken apart, and you instantly obey. You wrench the door open and all but tumble into the backseat, and he isn’t far behind as he slots himself between your spread thighs. Your hands fly to his shoulders where you help him shuck off his leather jacket, tossing it carelessly to the front where it lands in a heap on the dashboard before focusing your attention on the hem of his black t-shirt. Your companion obliges you as you push it upward to expose his toned abdomen, grabbing it by the collar and pulling it off the rest of the way when your reach falls a little short in the cramped interior of the backseat.

“Your turn,” he whispers when you try to reach for his belt, his hands settling around your wrists. “It’s only fair, princess.”

Pouting, you let your hands fall limp in his grasp, and he chuckles as he leans down to pacify you with a kiss. Deft fingers find the hem of your blouse, pushing it up until you can twist out of the material. You throw it aside with no regard for where it lands on the ground, and lay back as your companion drinks you in, his dark gaze raking across the lacy black lingerie that decorates your curves and skims you like a second skin. “Fuck,” he breathes, his voice hoarse with a combination of amazement and disbelief. “You’re stunning.”

You smile, trailing a fingertip from the dip of his collarbone down to the silver necklace that sits prettily against his bare chest. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you tell him, tracing the letter engraved into his pendant. “Jay.”

Your companion—newly dubbed Jay—smiles back. “You’re something else, princess,” he murmurs, before leaning down to kiss you again. He explores your mouth thoroughly—languidly—before moving down to nip at your neck, and already, you can feel the beginnings of marks beginning to form, blossoming across your skin as irrefutable proof of your tryst.

It isn’t long before Jay frees you from your bra, watching with carnal fascination as your breasts spill out of the lacy material. You whine when he reaches out to cup one, his palm hot against your bare skin, and he smirks crookedly when a pinch to your nipple makes your back arch off the leather of the seat. “So pretty,” he rasps. “I can’t wait to see how you look stretched around my cock.”

“Stop waiting, then,” you tell him, trying again for his belt buckle. This time, he lets you fumble it open, leaning back to watch you work with hooded eyes and a lazy little smile. Emboldened, you push aside the denim of his jeans and free his cock from the confines of his underwear. He’s hard and hot and heavy in your palm, and your tongue darts out instinctively at the sight of the pearlescent precum beading the tip.

“Jay,” you murmur, thumbing across the head of his erection and smirking when he hisses in pleasure. “Fuck me.”

Jay seems to consider your demand, mischief flitting across his features before he manages to school his expression into something more neutral. “Where are your manners, princess?” he asks, pushing your hand away and giving himself a few long, slow strokes. “Say please, if you want it so bad.”

For a moment, you consider refusing. Jay seems to be the type of man who enjoys a good game, but between the state of his cock and the earlier interruption, you’re pretty sure he’s nearing his limit. And even if he isn’t, you are. And so, you shelve your pride for the time being, and trail a hand down the length of your bared body as you bat your lashes up at him. “Fuck me, Jay,” you repeat. “Please. Want your cock so bad.”

His answering smile is equal parts amusement and satisfaction, and altogether sinful. “That’s my girl,” he rasps, before shoving your panties aside. Lining the head of his cock up, he enters you in one smooth thrust, and you moan as your walls stretch to accommodate his girth. You’re more than wet enough to take him in his entirety, your eyes fluttering shut when he bottoms out, and he groans hoarsely as he takes a second to relish the feeling of your walls gripping him so tightly.

“Fuck. You’re so wet, princess.” Jay dips a thumb into your slick, spreading it across your clit and rubbing a few experimental circles around the sensitive nub. He groans when you clench around him, his hips stuttering, and you squeeze around him again just to hear him grit out another curse. “Shit. I’m not going to last long at this rate.”

“Don’t care,” you murmur, rocking against him and sighing when the motion sends him a little deeper into your core. “Just fuck me, Jay. Please.”

Jay leans in, a dark lock of hair falling across his forehead as he plants an indulgent kiss on your waiting mouth. “Anything for you, princess,” he breathes. Slowly, he pulls back until only the tip of his cock remains inside you. Then he’s slamming forward, and you can’t even find it in yourself to care about the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin or the way the car rocks. Jay’s thumbing across your clit in tight circles that he times perfectly with the rock of his hips, and you wonder whether the rapidly building pleasure in your belly is due to your dry spell or if he’s just that good. You can feel every inch of him as he fills you up repeatedly, his brows furrowed in concentration and his dark hair flopping as he drives deeper in search of the spot that will have you seeing stars.

You know he’s found it when the pleasure in your belly spikes, your back arching off the backseat. Your skin is sticky against the dark leather and you’re certain the sweat gathering at your temples has destroyed the last of your makeup, but Jay alleviates your concerns with a particularly well-timed thrust and a harsh nip to the soft spot at your clavicle. You keen out something unintelligible, and his lips stretch into a smirk against your skin.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Cum for me, princess.”

That’s all it takes for the mounting pressure to snap. Your body collapses into a searing orgasm, the pleasure flaring out like a supernova and spreading through your veins like wildfire. “F-fuck, Jay—” you gasp, your fingers scrabbling at his back for purchase and no doubt leaving scratches in their wake. “Fuck, you feel so—”

The remainder of your words trail off into garbled nonsense, and Jay huffs out a strained chuckle as he begins chasing after his own orgasm, rutting against you in a way that both prolongs your pleasure and sustains his own. “Shit,” he groans, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck, that’s it. Look at you—taking my cock so well. So pretty and perfect and—”

Whatever he was going to say dissolves into a groan as he gives a few more erratic thrusts before his release overwhelms him. Creamy warmth floods through you, and you rub his back tiredly as his head drops onto your shoulder, his breath flaring hot against your skin as he rides out his orgasm.

It takes several long seconds for the pleasure to recede. Your legs are still shaky when Jay pulls away, straightening up and tucking himself back into his jeans. There’s an empty ache in your core now that you are no longer stuffed full of his cock, and already, you are missing the feeling. Still, you push that aside as you sit up, adjusting your panties and wincing at the wetness that soaks the material and sticks to your skin.

“So,” Jay says after a moment’s silence, and you glance over at him when he huffs out a short chuckle. “That was fun.”

“Not bad at all,” you agree weakly, an irrepressible smile tugging at your lips.

Jay grins. It’s a bright, infectious grin—and it’s one that you’ve already grown rather fond of in the short period of time you’ve known him. It’s a grin that showcases his perfect teeth and crinkles his eyes into crescents, and one that all but forces you to grin back.

“Here, give me your phone,” he says, and you watch as he punches in his number once you hand it over. “Just in case you ever wanna do this again,” he tells you, handing it back. “Don’t be a stranger, princess.”

You glance down at his contact information, saved under the moniker you’d given him and affixed with a short string of emojis. “I won’t,” you tell him, chuckling. “In fact, I just might take you up on the offer.”

The screen of your laptop has long since gone dark, and you stretch your arms overhead before waking it again. Rolling your shoulders, you navigate back to the main Netflix menu, hovering over the resume button and watching the trailer loop in the background.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about Jay often. You’ve texted each other quite often since that night in his car—usually when you’re bored and alone and have had a few too many glasses of wine in the evenings. You’ve found yourself tapping on his name instinctively during those odd, ambiguous hours—when late night and early morning meld together and you’re aching for a bit of relief.

And as if he knows you’re thinking about him, your phone buzzes against the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a familiar name.

[11:22pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: thinkin about u, pretty girl 😘

It’s followed by an image, and your heart rate picks up, thudding loudly against your ribs as you open it.

Fuck.

Your memories of Jay’s face—made all the more hazy by the alcohol and the amount of time elapsed since your first and only meeting—truly don’t do him justice. Though the photograph cuts off just above his nose, you can still admire the sharp angle of his jaw and the fullness of his puckered lips. His skin is golden against the white of his t-shirt, and you lick your lips before thumbing across your screen to respond.

[11:23pm] You: yeah? what else are you thinking about, hmm?

His response is instantaneous.

[11:23pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: thinking about that pretty little pussy of yours

[11:23pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: how good it looked in that pic u sent me tuesday 👅

You barely even notice the way your hand begins trailing down your body, pushing aside the elastic waistband of your sweats. It’s as if you’re on autopilot, as your fingers find their way to the damp spot growing on your panties.

Yeah? you write back with your free hand, already teasing at your clothed folds with the other. Tell me more.

///

It’s an uncharacteristically warm Friday morning when you find yourself in the elevator with Jimin, a good friend of yours who works on one of the lower levels of your office building. “Morning,” he says as he steps in, a large iced coffee in hand despite the fact that it’s still very much the middle of winter. Then he squints, leaning a little closer. “Oh my god. You got laid!”

“Oh my god, not so loud!” you hiss, whacking him on the shoulder and jabbing the button to close the elevator doors. “And no, not exactly. I’ve just been texting Jay.”

“Texting, sure.” Jimin mimes air quotes around the word and rolls his eyes. “You’re sexting him, and we all know it. How many pictures of his dick do you have saved on your phone now?”

“Oh my—” You sigh, trailing off. “Can we not talk about this right now?”

“Right, of course.” Jimin takes a sip of his coffee and pretends to check his watch. “When would you like to talk about it then? Do you need to check your calendar? Can I book an appointment for later this afternoon?”

You stick your tongue out at him. “Shut up.”

Jimin just grins, his lips puckered around his straw. “So, how’s Jay? Have you asked for his real name yet?”

You shrug. “What’s the point? It’s not like we’re friends or anything. We’ve literally only met the one time.”

“Yeah, but that’s just because you’re a coward,” Jimin points out. “What’s stopping you from meeting up with him again? You have his number. You have at least one photo of his dick. Ask him out already!”

“It’s not that easy, though,” you sigh. The elevator doors open to let a few more people in, and you move to the side and lower your voice so that only Jimin can hear. “Jay—he’s not exactly boyfriend material. I mean, we fucked in his car the first night we met.”

“So?” Jimin frowns and takes another sip of his iced coffee. “You talk about things besides sex, don’t you? You definitely told him about your goldfish dying, at least. I mean, you told him before you even told me!”

“Yes I did, and he was appropriately sympathetic about Mustache’s passing, unlike some people,” you sniff. “Get over it already, won’t you?”

“Never,” Jimin replies, ignoring your pointed jab. “I’m sure you only told him because you knew you could get a sympathy sext out of it. How many dick pics did you get out of that night, anyway?”

“You’re gross,” you tell him, punching him in the arm. “Not to mention that’s exactly why Jay’s not boyfriend material. He’s perfectly happy with—whatever it is we’re doing. I can’t just ruin that by asking him to get dinner.” You frown, gnawing on your bottom lip. “I don’t want to make this into something that it’s not.”

Jimin hesitates. “Fine, okay. I guess I can understand that.”

“Yeah.”

There’s a pause, as the elevator makes a few more stops. You watch the numbers crawl higher, and know that you’ll soon have to part ways with your friend..

“Hey.” You nudge Jimin with your shoulder, just as the elevator doors close and you begin the ascent to his floor. “Wanna know something interesting?”

Jimin looks up from his phone, where he’s scrolling through Twitter. “Always.”

“My boss’ son is coming to the party tomorrow.”

Jimin’s eyebrows disappear into his ashy blond hair at your revelation. “Kyunghee’s son? Hoseok, or whatever?”

You chuckle. “The one and only. She’s found about a million ways to bring him up in conversation this past week. She thinks we’re a match made in heaven.”

“Wow.” Jimin releases a long breath. “I wonder what he’s like, then.”

You shrug, adjusting the strap of your work tote over your shoulder. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

///

The morning of the party, you wake up to an empty refrigerator. Half stale cereal and the last dregs of milk from the carton become your breakfast, and you munch on that as you mull over the contents of your closet. You’re still in your pajamas, but you pull out your comfiest jeans and a sweater to change into after you finish eating. Then you turn to your collection of dresses, rifling through them and mentally debating the merits of each material and color.

You could go in one of two directions tonight. On the one hand, this is still a work party, and as such your attire should probably maintain a certain level of decorum. But on the other, you’re meeting Hoseok Jung for the first time tonight. You aren’t necessarily looking to start anything with the man, of course, but you do want to look good. With that in mind, you eventually settle on a deep red number that you pull out of the very back of your closet, made of a silky material that skims your curves and accentuates your best assets. Laying it on the bed, you begin your hunt for a pair of matching shoes. Twenty minutes of searching and another five of agonizing later, you step into the bathroom, intent on showering and getting on with the rest of your day.

Upon exiting the bathroom, you decide that tackling the state of your refrigerator takes top priority over your other weekend errands. Sitting down at the dining table, you take stock of what you have in your pantry, planning out your meals for the upcoming week and making a list of what you need to purchase in order to make them a reality. It’s just after one in the afternoon when you exit your apartment with a completed grocery list and your purse stuffed full of reusable canvas bags. The store is a short walk from where you live, and you decide to put in your earbuds as your feet navigate the familiar route. The temperature is surprisingly mild for winter, and the sun shines bright from its perch in the cloudless blue sky. It’s perfect weather for a walk, and the fresh air clears your mind and eases your heart.

At the grocery store, you forego the stack of baskets and instead grab a shopping cart. Weaving your way up and down the aisles, you check items off the list on your phone one by one. Eventually, you find yourself in the cereal section, grabbing a box of granola before turning to where your favorite cereal normally sits. It isn’t there, and you turn in a full circle, confused, until your gaze finally lands on the familiar box on the top shelf.

Great.

Sighing, you push up to your tiptoes, stretching your arm as far as it can reach. Your fingertips graze the shelf, but you can’t quite get a grip on the box itself. Glancing down, you scan the bottommost shelf and wonder if you can step on it to give yourself a boost.

“Need a hand?”

The voice comes from behind you, and a vague sense of familiarity sparks in your brain. Slowly, you turn around, and your entire body freezes when your gaze slides up to the speaker’s face.

“Jay.” The syllable escapes you in a near whisper. “H-hi.”

“Hey.”

Jay stands before you, looking like sin incarnate in a faded denim jacket, black sweatpants slung low on his hips, and not much else. At his throat, his silver necklace sparkles, the silver J pendant glinting beneath the fluorescent lights of the store, and you’re suddenly beyond grateful that you decided to put on a decent sweater before leaving.

“Here,” he says, stepping forward until he’s close enough that you can smell his cologne—sandalwood tinged with sweet citrus. “Let me help you with that.”

The sudden proximity has your breath hitching in your throat. Your heart thuds erratically against your ribs as he reaches around you, the denim flaps of his jacket gaping in a way that exposes even more of his bare chest. By the time he pulls back with your cereal box in hand, you feel almost faint, belatedly realizing that you’d been holding your breath.

“You wanted this, right?” Jay asks, and you aren’t sure if you’re imagining the innuendo underlying his words or the teasing inflection of the syllables.

“Y-yeah, that’s the one,” you manage, fighting to quell the uneven tempo of your heartbeat as you accept the box. “Thanks.”

“Happy to help,” he replies. Then he leans in, close enough that you can feel his warm breath fanning your cheek as he murmurs his next sentence into your ear. “Anything for you, princess. You know that.”

Heat floods across your cheeks. Your heart skips two full beats before taking off into a sprint, and it’s impossible to ignore the way your core begins to thrum, as if anticipating a repeat of that night you first met all those weeks ago. Almost instinctively, your eyes dart up to the ceiling where the security cameras are, and Jay follows the trajectory of your gaze with a low chuckle and a soft brush of your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Sorry, princess. As much as I’d love to get my hands on you, I’m kind of on a time crunch today.”

You can’t stop the wave of disappointment that washes over you, even if you’re in the exact same boat. “Rain check, then?”

“Rain check,” he agrees. Slowly, you reach up to touch the engraved silver pendant resting against his chest, rubbing it between your fingertips before tracing the curve of the J, and he catches your wandering fingers between his and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“You know how to reach me,” he murmurs with a mischievous wink. His gaze lingers even after he’s released your hand, and you clear your throat awkwardly before turning to deposit your cereal box into your shopping cart.

The two of you go your separate ways then, exchanging goodbyes. You finish the rest of your grocery shopping in a daze, idly going through the motions at checkout and letting muscle memory guide you back home. Your arms are aching by the time you step past the threshold of your apartment, and you heave your shopping bags up onto the kitchen counter with a relieved sigh before returning to the entryway to toe off your shoes. You throw together a sandwich as you unpack your groceries, taking a big bite as you walk back to your bedroom to look at the dress you’ve picked out. Pacing over to the closet, you double-check your shoe choice. Briefly, you debate whether or not to wear flats instead of heels.

There are still a few hours left before you have to start getting ready, so you take the last of your sandwich back to the kitchen and whip up a smoothie to go with it. You scroll through your phone as you eat, browsing through the latest news headlines and scrolling through your social media accounts. Just before six o’clock, as the sun starts setting beyond the horizon and casting long shadows across your living room, you start getting changed. You snap a photo in the mirror once you’re dressed, pulling up Jimin’s name in your phone and sending it to him.

[6:13pm] You: last chance to come tonight

Your phone buzzes with a response almost immediately.

[6:14pm] Jimin: nah. i’d hate to step on hoseok’s toes.

You laugh. Not so fast, you text back. We don’t even know anything about the guy yet. What if he’s boring? Or sexist?

[6:15pm] Jimin: if u think kyunghee raised a sexist you’re seriously deranged

[6:16pm] Jimin: now stop taking selfies and get your ass out the door! you’re gonna be late!!!!

///

Each year, the holiday party tends to be a little over the top, and this year is no exception. The company has bought out the entirety of a restaurant for the evening, and you glance around in amazement at the twinkling lights and lush evergreen boughs decorating the walls and strung up along the ceiling. An assortment of sparkling ornaments hangs from the massive tree in the far corner, interspersed between silver tinsel and more lights. Grabbing a champagne flute off a passing server’s tray, you head farther into the restaurant, skirting around tables draped in creamy linen and greeting your colleagues and friends.

“Is she alone?”

“Figures.”

The voices come from the direction of the open bar, and somehow, you just know that they’re talking about you. Lottie, Hyejin, and Sandra are clustered in the corner with glasses of wine in hand, casting glances around the restaurant and gossiping about anything and everything with a pulse. You’re sorely tempted to grab the nearest pitcher of water off a table and pour it over their heads, but you suppress the urge and instead head over with a saccharine smile. “So lovely to see you, {Name},” Lottie says as you approach.

“I love your dress,” Sandra adds. “Very slimming.”

“Thanks,” you reply, putting on your brightest, fakest smile. “Yours is great too. How are you and your husband enjoying the party so far?”

Sandra’s face sours, and you hide your smirk in your champagne flute. Maybe it’s petty to bring up her rocky relationship, but you’ve been subject to snide comments from Sandra and her friends for years now and it’s become increasingly hard for you to bite your tongue. A few tables away, you spot Sandra’s husband, Rodney, take an enormous gulp of his whiskey and wince as it burns down his throat.

“We’re all having a wonderful time, aren’t we, ladies?” Lottie cuts in when Sandra takes too long to answer. “Hyejin’s date is over there with Rodney, and my boyfriend is fetching himself a drink. You remember Dev, don’t you?”

You nod, even though it’s a lie. “Sure. Say hi to him for me.”

Lottie’s lips curve up into a smile, her head tilting to the side, and you’re suddenly reminded of a snake rearing its head back for the kill. “So, what about you? Have you brought someone tonight, or—?”

“Hi ladies!” Kyunghee materializes at your side, her lips painted a festive red shade to match her dress. She’s wearing the disingenuous smile that she reserves for the resident gossips of your office, and you try not to let your relief show on your face when Lottie’s attention refocuses on your manager.

“So good to see you, Kyunghee,” she simpers. “Have you been here long?”

“Not as long as you,” your manager replies, nodding at the near-empty wineglass in her hand. “I see we’re already making a dent in the wine supply, and you’re falling behind, {Name}. Why don’t we go remedy that, hmm?”

She doesn’t give you a chance to respond, grabbing your arm and leading you away. Kyunghee is surprisingly spry for a woman her age, and you follow after her with some difficulty as she marches through the throngs of conversing people, all the way to the line at the open bar.

“I’d like you to meet someone,” she says, gesturing at the man standing at the end of the line with his back to you. “{Name}, this is my son, Hoseok.”

The man turns around at the sound of his name, a warm, affable smile stretched across his face. “Hi, I’m H—” he begins, but he’s cut off by your sharp intake of breath. His eyes go wide, his smile fading as his mouth falls open, and you’re certain you’re wearing an even more dumbfounded expression. “It’s you,” he says, his voice hoarse.

“Wh-what… how…” You trail off, speechless. The words flounder and die in your throat as your brain struggles to process this development, and you practically feel the way the gears in your head churn to a stuttering halt.

Because this man standing before you, the one that Kyunghee has just introduced as her son, is none other than Jay. He looks completely and utterly devastating in a navy waistcoat and matching slacks, a green tie shaped like a Christmas tree knotted loosely around the white collar of his shirt. His dark hair is parted, his undercut exposed, and you can’t tear your gaze away from the loose strand that has fallen across his forehead.

“H-hi.”

Jay—Hoseok—swallows. “Hi.”

Kyunghee glances between the two of you, her brows furrowing. “I take it you two already know each other?”

Hoseok’s ears begin taking on a scarlet tinge, the color spreading to his cheeks as he struggles to find his vocabulary again. “I—yeah. Yeah, we’ve met.”

“Right. Do I even want to know how?” she asks dubiously, before shaking her head and huffing out a sigh. “No, forget I asked. I don’t want to know. I’ll just leave you two to… catch up.”

Waving goodbye, Kyunghee disappears back into the crowd of partygoers milling around. Hoseok turns back to you, sucking in a deep breath, and you fight the urge to stare down at your toes as his gaze roves across your face.

“I can’t believe this,” he says, breaking the silence that’s fallen between you at last. “My mom’s been talking about you for months, but I never imagined that it’d be you.”

“You’re telling me,” you reply, finally having recovered your voice. “Kyunghee brings you up all the time, but I never thought… I mean, we didn’t even know each other’s names, and now…” You shrug. “Here we both are.”

“It’s a pretty crazy coincidence, huh?”

“Definitely.”

A beat passes, and then two. You’re fully aware that you’re staring, but you don’t dare blink, afraid that he’ll disappear if you close your eyes. Of all the things that you thought might happen tonight, this particular meeting wasn’t even close to making the list. Never would you have thought that the man you only knew as Jay would turn out to be Kyunghee’s son. Never would you have connected Jay to the photographed little boy in yellow suspenders on Kyunghee’s desk, or realized that they were one and the same.

From behind you, someone loudly clears their throat. Another voice calls for you to get a move on, already, and both you and Hoseok belatedly realize that you are still standing in line for the open bar. Hoseok’s eyes go wide again, and you nearly tread on his toes when you both try to move forward. “After you,” he says with a chuckle, gesturing for you to go in front of him, and that’s enough to break the tension. You step ahead of him with a laugh, catching up to the line, and Hoseok doesn’t stray far as he follows your lead.

“So, what are you drinking?” he asks, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Vodka soda with a twist?”

“Actually, I think I’m going to stick with wine tonight,” you reply, peering at the bottles lined up on the counter. “What about you?”

“Hmm. Jack and coke, I think. Nothing else is really calling my name right now.”

Grabbing your drinks, the two of you begin searching for a place to sit. You spot Kyunghee at a table near the front, and she smiles knowingly and offers you a thumbs-up when she catches your eye. Eventually, you settle on a table near the Christmas tree, the lights glimmering off the glasses and reflecting off your knife as you pick it up to butter a slice of crusty bread from the basket in the center. Hoseok follows your lead, grabbing a piece for himself, and the two of you munch in silence for a few seconds before Hoseok breaks it.

“You know, my mom says you’re the perfect girl for me” he says with a dry little chuckle. “Think she’s right?”

“I don’t know,” you answer. “It’s funny, though—Kyunghee’s been telling me the same thing. She sings your praises all the time.”

Hoseok laughs and scratches the back of his neck. “Oh, jeez, that’s kind of embarrassing. I’m glad she’s saying good things, at least.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you tell him, grinning. “She’s only shown us one photo album from your childhood.”

His face crumples. “Was it the Disneyland one?”

You nod, fighting back laughter, and watch as Hoseok groans and lets his forehead meet the linen-covered tabletop with a dull thunk.

“I don’t like rollercoasters,” he mumbles into the tablecloth, his voice muffled by the material. “They make me queasy.”

“Even now?” you ask, and he nods.

“Yep.”

The clinking of a fork against a wineglass—amplified and broadcast through an array of invisible speakers built into the restaurant’s walls—interrupts any further conversation. You twist in your seat to watch your company’s leadership give their opening remarks, listening as they congratulate everyone for a great year and wish you a happy holiday season. The servers begin going out with plates of food, and you thank them as they set yours down. Hoseok does the same before raising his glass in your direction, clearing his throat and offering you a crooked little smile.

“Here’s to second meetings.”

“Third, if you count the store earlier,” you correct, and he chuckles and nods in agreement before clinking his drink against yours.

You spend the entirety of dinner chatting with Hoseok, getting to know him beyond the few facts Kyunghee has mentioned and what little you’ve gleaned from texting him the last two months. He tells you all about his dance studio, Hope World, where he teaches both contemporary dance and the occasional Pilates class. You find out that in addition to rollercoasters, he also dislikes sour foods and raisins, but he loves mint chocolate and sweet and sour pork. He also has a very low tolerance for alcohol—something he tells you as he tilts the rest of his drink into his mouth. “Should I be worried?” you ask as he sets his glass back down, and he chuckles and shakes his head, sending the loose tendril of hair flopping across his forehead.

Dessert is served, and subsequently eaten. The music is turned up, and people slowly begin finding their way to the open space that serves as an impromptu dancefloor. Hoseok rises to his feet and extends a hand toward you, and you only hesitate for the briefest of seconds before accepting it. He leads you out amongst the other swaying couples, his hand finding its way to the curve of your waist, and you rest your hand on his shoulder as he begins guiding you in a slow, simple waltz.

“So?” Hoseok’s voice is a low murmur, soft and gentle against the shell of your ear. “What’s the verdict?”

You blink. “The verdict?”

Even without looking, you can tell that he’s smiling. You can hear it in the lilt of his voice, and imagine it in the curve of his lips. “About me,” he clarifies, carefully pulling back so you can spin in a circle beneath his outstretched arm. “About us. My mom will never let me hear the end of it if she turns out to be right, but I still wanna know. So what are you thinking?”

“Are you asking if I think we’re perfect for each other?” you ask, giggling. “I don’t know if I believe in all that, to be quite honest. Destiny and soulmates—I mean, doesn’t it seem a little too good to be true?”

Hoseok hums. “Maybe. But considering all that’s happened to us in the last couple of months, don’t you think there’s a chance that it's all more than simple coincidence?”

“Maybe,” you concede. “Still, I don’t know if I can give you a verdict just yet. We haven’t even gone on a date.”

“We did do things a little backwards,” Hoseok admits, tugging you close and winding his arm around your waist. “Let me make it up to you, then. Are you free tomorrow?”

“What if I am?” you challenge.

“Then, I’d like to take you out for breakfast,” he replies without missing a beat.

The prospect of a proper meal with Hoseok Jung does something funny to your insides. Still, something makes you hesitate, and you avert your gaze as you search for your next words. “I wasn’t expecting to end tonight with a date,” you admit slowly. “I honestly didn’t even think you were interested in… well, anything beyond sex, to be honest.”

Hoseok’s face creases into a frown, and you look up again when he murmurs your name. “I understand why you would think that,” he says. “Really, I do. But honestly? I had every intention of texting you and asking you out properly. I was going to play it cool and wait a few days, which was stupid in retrospect. And then you texted me first.”

“I texted y—” You trail off. “Oh, god.”

“It seemed like you’d been drinking,” Hoseok says with a shrug, and you press a finger to his lips before he can say anything more. You remember the night in question, and you remember the bottle of wine you’d consumed. And you definitely remember the photographs you’d sent of yourself, and the ones Hoseok had been kind enough to send in return.

“Wait, so you were going to ask me out? And then I… I sexted you?”

Hoseok nods, and you groan and bury your face into his chest.

“I can’t believe this,” you mutter, and you feel laughter rumble through his chest before a hand comes up to stroke along your back.

“Believe me, I’m not complaining,” he assures you. “But I’d still really like to take you out, so what do you say?”

His gaze doesn’t leave yours for a second as he awaits your answer, and your heart skips a beat when you look up to see the earnestness in his eyes and the hesitant smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Breakfast sounds wonderful,” you whisper, and the smile that blossoms on your companion’s face is nothing short of radiant.

“Good,” he says. “Great. Breakfast tomorrow, then. Now, can I kiss you?”

You’re already pushing up to your tiptoes, your fingers fisting in the soft hair at his nape. “God, yes.”

///

“Hey, you made it!”

You beam. “Hi.”

You and Hoseok are about to commence your first date, having just sat down at a cozy little café for breakfast. Hoseok has pulled your chair out in true gentlemanly fashion, and you can’t help but smile over your menu at the few lingering snowflakes that have yet to melt into his dark hair.

“So, here we are,” you remark. “Our fourth meeting.”

Hoseok’s lips stretch into his signature grin, breathtakingly bright and infectious. “And hopefully many more.”

You grin at him. “Yeah? Too bad this is breakfast, because I’d drink to that.”

He leans forward, his grin widening. “Next time,” he says as his hand finds its way around yours, his fingers slotting comfortably into the spaces between your own. “We can do dinner, maybe. Or I can cook for you. But for now, I’m just happy that we’re finally doing this.”

You give his hand a soft squeeze. “Me too.”

“Just promise me one thing?”

The sudden seriousness of his tone has your brow furrowing in concern. “Sure, of course,” you reassure. “What is it?”

He winces. “Please don’t tell my mom about all the dick pics.”

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cherienymphe · 3 years

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Fine Line (Harry Styles x Reader)

WARNINGS: darkish themes, slight dubious consent, drug use, this is the tamest thing I’ve ever written

! PLEASE DNI IF THIS OFFENDS YOU !

➥ divider by @lootbox

summary: your friendship with Harry has teetered on the edge of something more for years, the lines blurring until they were hardly visible. Harry has grown tired of this game

You could feel his eyes on you.

You could always feel them on you, the heat of his gaze so suffocating in a way that was hard to ignore. You didn’t even have to turn around to see the way his pink lips were pressed together, jaw clenching ever so slightly as the green of his eyes darkened just a tad. You’d witnessed it enough times to picture it as clear as day in your mind. A shudder passed through you, and the handsome blond before you noticed.

He was some lanky fratboy type, a bit too into himself, but a nice distraction nonetheless. The rowdy bar was filled with a seedy crowd of prospects, the pickings slim, and the man before you seemed like the best route to go. You hadn’t even wanted to come out, but Harry had given you some half-assed tale, voice gruff on the other end of the phone, as to why you should when Sarah had suggested the idea. His drummer loved a night out on the town.

It wasn’t shocking to find the brown-haired boy occupied with a fiery-haired model type whose smile seemed a tad bit wide. You had scanned the crowd for any other members of his backup band, but upon failing to find a familiar face, you’d reluctantly made your way to the bar. That was how you’d run into Tyler, the fair-haired man’s eyes lighting up the minute he noticed you. You took a sip out of the drink he’d bought you.

“Cold?” he wondered, and you started to shake your head, but decided against it.

How could you explain to him that your shivers had nothing to do with the temperature but instead the paralyzing gaze of your friend?

“A little,” you replied with a sheepish smile.

Ever the gentleman, or simply a guy who knew how to play the game to get what he wanted, he peeled his own jacket off. You took in the way his shirt clung to him, and as you raised your brows at his exposed arms, you thought to yourself that he wasn’t as lanky as you believed. Maybe the night would prove to be more fruitful than you thought. He’d only just moved to throw it around you when he paused, and even before his dark eyes fell onto something behind you, you knew what had made him stop. That suffocating heat clung to your back, draping over you like a blanket, much like the arm that found its way over your shoulder.

“I didn’t see you come in.”

His chest rumbled with the low timber of his voice as he pulled you against him, his hand coming around to brush his fingers along your exposed collarbone. You fought the urge to roll your eyes, but couldn’t hold back your grimace as the man before you flickered his gaze between you and the brunette at your back. His face fell, and even though you’d still been undecided on whether or not you were going to go home with him, you still mourned the loss of the possibility.

“Oh...uh-.”

“Oh, hey man. Harry,” your friend introduced himself, and you almost sneered at the way he pretended to only just notice the person you’d been talking to.

He stuck his hand out, but Tyler only responded with a forced smile.

“Nice to meet you,” he tersely said before his gaze fell onto you. “...you too. It was nice talking to you.”

The disappointment in both his eyes and voice was almost enough to make you tell him that the guy behind you wasn’t a boyfriend. Far from it even, but Harry’s deep chuckle stopped you from calling the man back, and you turned to face him with a frown.

“You’re a jerk, you know that?”

You downed the rest of your drink before walking past him, and Harry kept up with your pace, hand coming up to rest on the back of your neck as his stride matched yours.

“...and what have I done?”

“You know what you did,” you complained with a scoff.

“You’ll thank me later, love. That guy looked much too tame for you.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice, and you shook your head.

“I’m going home. I shouldn’t have come out anyway,” you grumbled, and surprise filled you when Harry followed you to the door.

“I guess I’ll be joining you then. Not much worth giving my attention to in there…”

You glanced up at him just as the door of the bar shut behind you, cutting off the noise of customers and drunkards alike.

“The redhead looked interesting enough,” you commented.

He didn’t respond right away, and when you glanced at him again, his eyes were on you.

“Paying much attention to us, were you?”

You shoved him away from you, and his laugh reached your ears.

“Hardly. You were the one who begged me to come out remember? The least you could do is greet me at the door.”

You yelped when Harry wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him.

“Missed me?”

Now it was your turn to chuckle, and you ignored the way his gaze zeroed in on you, like he was trying to devour you and figure you out all at the same time.

“...and if I said yes?”

He ran his eyes over your face, the green of them a tad brighter from the glow of the moon, a cool breeze ruffling his dark curls.

“Then I’d have to remind you that I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

Unable to hold his gaze, something you’re rarely able to do, you glanced away. Your eyes found the sidewalk as Harry continued his trek, pulling you into his side. The warmth of him seeped through your dress and clung to your skin, like every part of him seemed to do. Your friendship with the former teen band member turned rockstar was very...strange.

You’d met years ago, only months before the release of his first album. You’d been the friend of a friend and had met at some party hosted by someone you couldn’t even name now. You were a different person then. Legs wobbly and brain fuzzy from the many drinks you’d downed, you’d mistaken Harry for your boyfriend.

The singer had had no desire to correct you as you fisted your hands in his hair, tongue halfway down his throat as he basked in the taste of some fruity drink on it. The lighting at the party had been dim, and you’d only realized your mistake when you were seconds away from shoving your hand down his pants in some bedroom. The empty boudoir had been bathed in light, and you still remembered the way he’d laughed when realization hit you. You were embarrassed as you stumbled into the hallway and downstairs, in search of your boyfriend.

That particular relationship ended up not lasting another week, and the next time you met Harry, it had been a much more formal setting. You’d officially been introduced and could hardly meet Harry’s eye as he shook your hand, a teasing smile on his lips. Despite the interesting start to your friendship, it was one that grew to stand the testament of time. Harry meant the world to you, and you were the first person he’d call when he had too much to drink and needed a place to crash. Your friendship was great…

...if you ignored the tension.

A heavy air had descended over your friendship forever ago, perhaps from the first night you’d met, and it had never seemed to go away. You could never pinpoint what it was or where it stemmed from, but it was there in the way Harry’s fingers tapped along your thigh while he drove. Or the way he’d wrap his arm around your neck when you’d be standing with your friends, nose brushing over your hair every once in a while. Or the way he’d find his way into your bed during the early hours of the morning when he stayed over, burying his face into your neck, sleep claiming him once again.

For so long, your relationship teetered on that line between friends and something more. You’d thought that all friendships were different and this was just how yours was, but eventually you had to admit it to yourself that the lines were blurred. They always had been, and you wondered to yourself how you’d ever begin to unblur them. That was what you wanted right?

“You mind if I crash at yours t’night? Your pullout is more comfortable than my bed.”

Harry’s voice pulled you from your trance, and you gave him a shaky nod. With a crooked smile, he pulled you closer, burying his nose into your hair as he led you to your apartment. The rest of the walk was quiet, and the silence felt heavy for some reason as you finally walked up the stairs. You guessed that Harry had way more to drink than you did because he wasted no time before heading to take a shower, clearly desperate to get what you guessed was some much needed sleep.

He’d made a habit of leaving clothes over at your place, so finding something to place on the bathroom counter for him was no hard task. The low timbre that was his voice could be heard as he hummed a few notes, and you busied yourself with warming up some leftovers, determined to get the taste of alcohol out of your mouth. You were done eating by the time he came out, and you wondered to yourself why this always happened.

If things between the two of you were tense and bordering the line of something more around your friends, then it was something else entirely when you two were alone. Harry liked to study you, emerald eyes focused on you any chance they got as he gave you his undivided attention. It made you feel like every twitch of your jaw, every frown, every grimace was accounted for. Nothing concerning you got past him.

Harry watched you like a lover.

“There’s plenty more in there,” you told him as he made his way into the kitchen.

“You shouldn’t eat so late,” he chided, and as you glanced at the ‘3:00’ on the microwave, you supposed that he was right.

You shrugged before standing, moving to put your dishes in the sink. You could feel him behind you, and you ignored the way goosebumps broke out over your skin. You weren’t surprised when his arms came around you, the appendages pulling you back into his chest. You glanced down at the ink that covered his arms and swallowed.

“Do you work tomorrow?”

Confusion filled you at his question, but you answered nonetheless.

“No. Why?”

You tilted your head to look at him, eyes widening a bit as you realized your lips were a hair’s width away from each other.

“Niall’s in town. He’s throwing a little get together and wants you to come…”

Something in his eyes gave you pause, and you got the feeling that he didn’t want you to go. Was it because you had a habit of letting go at any party you went to? Or was it because you and Niall got along so well? Almost as well as you and Harry. You resisted the urge to sigh at yourself, telling yourself that you were overthinking it. Maybe Harry didn’t want to go and was looking for an excuse not to.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t seen the blond singer in over a year and missed him too much.

“Sure! Just let me know what time…”

Harry swept his gaze over you, so quickly you thought you’d imagined it, before sending you a tight smile.

“Great.”

He left you, and as you turned back to your dishes and Harry made quick work of pulling out the couch, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t think it was so great.

“I miss the blonde.”

That was the first thing you’d said to Niall, and he only laughed before pulling you into a tight hug. He hadn’t been around for nearly a year, but it did nothing to deter people from showing up. You could hardly move through the large apartment without brushing shoulders with someone. Harry had long left you to get something to drink, but you surmised that the brunette got distracted with either a familiar face or a pretty one. Maybe both.

By now you were way more relaxed than you were when you arrived, alcohol coursing through your system as you chatted with Mitch and Charlotte. The guitarist and piano player were catching you up on what you and Harry had missed last night after you left the bar. Something about cheating boyfriends and a fight. You were mid laugh when you glanced over and made eye contact with someone you thought you’d never see again.

An old flame. Someone whose name you didn’t even want to speak let alone think. You two had never been official or anything, keeping things casual, but the eventual fall out had been messy and certainly wasn’t something you wanted to revisit. His jet black hair looked as neat as ever, bright eyes wide from some fashion drug, no doubt, and you suddenly had the urge to hide yourself away.

“I’ll be right back. Need to use the bathroom,” you told the pair before you.

You excused yourself before they had a chance to reply, making your way down the extensive hallway before depositing yourself in the very last room. You didn’t even know that him and Niall were friends, but you couldn’t blame the Irish singer for his actions. Your fling with the man in there had been lowkey, kept under wraps, so it’s not like Niall would’ve known.

Harry did though, and luckily for you, he was the one that intruded on your solitude.

“There you are,” he drawled, closing the door behind him. “I saw Andy come in...figured I’d find you hiding somewhere.”

You rolled your eyes with a shrug.

“I’m a coward. What else is new?”

You started to stand, but paused when Harry joined you on the bed, reaching into his pocket.

“What are you doing?”

“Well,” he started, pulling out the blunt and a lighter. “I had planned to welcome Niall back properly, but I think you need it more than him.”

You couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled in your throat, no attempt to deny his statement. You accepted as he passed it to you, unable to remember the last time you’d gotten high. You didn’t know how many minutes passed like that, the both of you sitting next to each other in silence, but eventually, like always, you felt Harry’s gaze on you. It was warm and pressing, and when you looked up at him, he didn’t bother to look away.

He was never ashamed of getting caught.

“Why do you do that?” you suddenly asked him.

“Do what?” he wondered.

The smirk on his pink lips and the mischievous glint in his eyes told you that he knew exactly what you were talking about, and you told him as such. His smirk simply grew, and when you reached for the blunt, he held it out of reach. You didn’t know what game he was playing at, but he brought it up to his lips instead, and your eyes widened with realization as he neared you. You knew what Harry was going to do, and while you were unsure if you wanted him to, you didn’t make any moves to stop him. You were paralyzed.

The last time you kissed Harry, you could barely remember what it felt like...what he’d felt like. Not this time. His lips met yours, the feel of them soft and tasting faintly of alcohol. For a moment, you forgot that he wasn’t just kissing you, and your eyes fell closed as you basked in the feel of him. Parting your lips, you inhaled the smoke that escaped his own, and your lashes fluttered at the feel. Harry held himself there for a moment, letting you breathe it all in before eventually pulling away.

Your heart was pounding.

There was a grin on his face when his eyes met yours again, and you watched in awe as he stood up, holding out his hand. As you took it, allowing him to pull you to your feet, you wondered to yourself how he did it. How could he be so casual while you were still reeling, feeling like you’d inhaled not only the smoke, but him as well? How could he take your friendship in his hands and dance along the line so well? Getting so close, but never fully crossing it.

It amazed you and terrified you in ways that left your head spinning.

The rest of the party went by without incident, and you and Andy avoided each other like the plague. Or perhaps, he could have been avoiding you. Harry’s constant presence might have contributed to that. Even now, as you relaxed in the backseat with Harry while Niall gave you a ride back to your place, you could recall the feather light touches of Harry’s fingers on your arm, your shoulder, your neck and even your back.

When you finally made it to your apartment, you both waved Niall goodbye, telling him you’d see him tomorrow. Harry, having way more to drink than you did, was a bit unsteady on his feet, but was far from wasted. However, you wondered how true that really was when your back met the wall the minute the door was closed. Harry was closer than he ever was, hands pressed into the wall at your sides, nose brushing over yours.

Too shocked by the position you found yourself in, you merely stared at the brunette. Your lips parted, but no words came out, and his green gaze was drawn to the action. Reminding yourself that you needed to breathe, you did so, heart skipping a beat when your chest brushed against his with the action. There was that look again, like he was trying to devour you and figure you out all at once, and you brushed your tongue over your bottom lip.

“Harry, I think that you’re…”

Your words died on your tongue when Harry’s lips met yours for the second time that night. This wasn’t like your first kiss all those years ago where you were drunk and thought he was your boyfriend. It wasn’t even like the one earlier that only served a purpose to get you a little high. This was a real kiss, one done with the intention of creating butterflies in your stomach and pulling moans from your throat. You didn’t know why Harry was kissing you, and while this uncharted territory scared you and made you want to shrink in on yourself, you couldn’t find the strength to voice your fears.

Harry’s hands were on your neck, fingers grazing the hair at the nape as he tilted your head whichever way he liked. His lips completely covered yours, leading in a way you’d never experienced before. You’d kissed a lot of guys, some of them bad, some of them great, but none like Harry. Every brush of his fingers had you trembling, and a low whine had climbed out of your throat just as your phone rang.

Startled by the sound, you both jumped apart, and you pressed your hand to your mouth as you stared at him with wide eyes. You were positive that your apprehension and confusion was clear as day in your eyes, but Harry’s heated gaze reflected nothing of the sort. You swallowed at the way they darkened, the hunger in them as they narrowed, almost daring you to answer the call. Against your better judgement, you did just that, and hurriedly brushed past him as your mother started talking on the other end.

You had locked your door that night, and if Harry had tried to give into his usual habit of sleeping in your bed in the early hours of the morning, you were none the wiser. He had been gone when you woke up, and you didn’t even bother to swallow your sigh of relief. You hadn’t been ready to face him, ready to confront the shift in your relationship, and even an entire week later, that hadn’t changed. You’d always been a coward, but now there was no denying it.

You were avoiding Harry.

Most of his texts were only replied to with one or two word answers, and any talk of meeting up was deterred with some half assed excuse you’d come up with. You didn’t know how to navigate this new territory you found yourself in. You didn’t even know if you liked Harry in that way. Of course, someone would be a fool not to, but you’d never been the smartest of the bunch. Your apprehension was because of more than just him being an international heartthrob though.

Harry always behaved in a way that blurred the lines of your friendship. There was a time when you accepted that it was just who he was, but you were forced to rethink that when you noticed that he didn’t behave that way with anyone else. There were a few moments over the years where you wondered if he was just biding his time, teasing you with his intentions, dangling the inevitable in your face time and time again.

It was clear that he’d gotten tired of teasing.

Unfortunately, with Niall in town, you couldn’t avoid the man forever. No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t refuse Niall when he’d asked you to come out on one of his last nights. Even though you knew Harry would be there. It was how you found yourself stepping inside of the dark club with a grimace.

Neon lighting lit up the establishment, and you could hardly hear yourself think with how loud the music was. With the daunting crowd before you, it was a miracle that Niall had even spotted you, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards whatever table they’d claimed for the night. He was there. Even with your eyes fixated on your feet, you could feel that suffocating stare that never failed to make your stomach turn.

Only you could never figure out if it was in a good way or bad one.

You slid in across from him, and you finally lifted your eyes to meet his green ones. As usual, he was shameless in his perusal, dark curls resting messily on his head in a way that only he could pull off. He was sipping on a drink he’d bought, head tilted ever so slightly at you as he smirked behind the glass. Unable to hold firm under his scrutiny and judgement, you excused yourself under the guise of getting a drink.

You had to lean against the counter as you made it to the bar, taking a few deep breaths. You thought to yourself that this night was going to be harder than you thought, and with that, you ordered the strongest drink you could think of. The bartender had just walked away when you were startled by the sight of familiar hands pressing into the bar on either side of you. You felt his chest at your back a moment later, and you both sharply inhaled at the same time.

“Why ‘ave you been avoiding me?”

You weren’t surprised that he got straight to the point, so you decided to follow his lead.

“You kissed me,” was your simple response.

He didn’t respond right away, and if possible, you felt him step closer, chest flush against your back now. You felt him lean in, and your skin pricked when his lips grazed your ear.

“Did you not want me to?” he lowly asked.

The question seemed rhetorical in nature, but you answered anyway.

“Yes...no… I don’t know,” you sighed.

Against your better judgement, you turned around in the cage he’d made of himself, and your eyes met his as your back pressed into the bar.

“We’re friends, Harry,” you told him.

His eyes glinted with something that struck fear into you, the corner of his pink lips curving upwards into a mocking smirk.

“We’ve never been friends...and you know it.”

You didn’t respond to his words, to what you had long been denying, and instead you looked to the ground.

“I like what we have,” you murmured. “I don’t know if I want you in that way.”

“Then let me help you find out,” he whispered.

Those words traveled straight to your stomach, and you ignored the heat that flared within you. You turned to grab your drink that the bartender brought, and Harry slowly straightened, releasing you. Without meeting his eyes again, you rushed past him to join your friends. The tense air between you two remained for the rest of the night. Despite how much you wanted to just leave, you didn’t want to disappoint Niall, and so you endured it.

You put up with Harry’s heated and predatory gaze. You endured that mocking look in his eyes, equally scornful smirk on his lips every time your stare met his. Even when you found yourself on the dance floor, his fingers dancing along whatever sliver of skin you’d decided to show. However, if you were being honest, that wasn’t something you forced yourself to endure. The trail of fire that his fingers left in their wake proved that.

Unsurprisingly, you had your limit, and the time came where you couldn’t take anymore.

“I’ll see you soon, alright?” you told Niall, pulling him into a hug.

“You’re no fun anymore. It’s not even 12! I remember when you didn’t even slow down til 4,” he chuckled.

“It’s just one of those days,” you sighed.

He let you go, and you waved everyone goodbye. The only one who didn’t return it was Harry, and you got the feeling that he had no intentions of wishing you a good night.

Not yet.

You took a much needed shower when you got home, and the hot water did the trick of washing your stress away. Even in the confines of your bathroom, you could still feel Harry’s hungry gaze, and you wondered to yourself if this was it. If this was the point of no return for your friendship. Body still buzzing with the after effects of Harry’s presence, you decided to clean up the apartment a bit. When that was done, you cooked a snack, no mind given to how late it was.

It was a little under 2 hours later, nearing 2 in the morning, when there was a knock on your door. Despite the fact that you knew who it was, a sinking feeling in your gut that told you all you needed to know, you still asked.

“It’s Harry,” he drawled, and you noted that he didn’t sound drunk.

You didn’t know if that relieved you or not.

With a sigh, you stood in front of the door for what felt like the longest time. You debated with yourself on whether or not to let him in. Despite the weird limbo the two of you seemed to be in, he was still your friend, and yet… Somehow...you knew… You knew that if you let him in, your friendship would change forever. You didn’t know how you knew, but you just knew. Still, eventually you sighed and reached for the door, telling yourself that such a prediction was not a guarantee.

Harry’s eyes were clouded with something you couldn’t -or didn’t want to- name as you opened the door. He’d taken off his jacket, and you wondered how the cold didn’t affect his bare arms. Neither one of you said anything as he strode inside, and you quickly turned to face him as you closed the door. You didn’t like the idea of turning your back to him. You pressed yourself to the door as he merely stared at you, a dark curl hanging into his face, and you exhaled.

“I’ll leave some clothes in the bathroom,” you quietly told him as you stepped by.

He didn’t follow, and you were grateful, quickly finding him something to sleep in. He was nearing the bathroom just as you left it, and you folded your arms over your chest as he eyed you.

“You know how to get the couch sorted. See you in the morning?”

His uncharacteristic silence unnerved you, and you fought the urge to squirm under his piercing gaze. He ran his eyes over you, slowly, and you swallowed. Harry’s gaze snapped to the action, eyes tracing your throat before lingering on your lips. Eventually, his eyes met yours again, lips pulling into a humorless crooked smile as he brushed past you, shoulder grazing yours.

“Of course.”

You blinked as the door shut behind you before forcing your feet to move. You shut your bedroom door behind you just as the sound of running water could be heard, and you hadn’t even realized that your fingers were trembling. You turned towards your door, hand hovering over the knob as you remembered what had transpired the last time that he was here. Your heart pounded beneath your chest, and confusion filled you as you mulled over what you may or may not want. Pulling your lip between your teeth, you back away, leaving the door unlocked, and you slipped into bed.

You didn’t know what time it was when you heard the soft click of your door snapping shut. It was hardly loud by any means, but it woke you nonetheless. Blinking a few times, you stared into the darkness before the overwhelming sense of being watched gripped you. Pushing yourself up with your elbows, you took in Harry’s form as he stood at the end of your bed.

“Mind if I crawl in?”

Weeks ago, you would have said yes without hesitation, but now you didn’t know if you minded or not. Even in the dark, you couldn’t escape that paralyzing gaze, and for some reason, you got the sense that Harry wouldn’t leave even if you did mind. At least not right away...not without making you squirm a bit first.

You pulled the covers back, a silent agreement, but you were stunned when Harry merely gripped them and pulled them completely off of the bed and out of your hands. Your eyes widened as he pressed a knee into the mattress, crawling over you, wasting no time before his lips met yours in a heated kiss. You had no time to process what was happening, Harry immediately finding comfort in between your parted legs.

If you thought the kiss before was real, then it was nothing compared to the way he kissed you now. The one before was almost immature in nature, timid in comparison, and it wasn’t hard to pinpoint why. Harry kissed you like a man starved, finally getting what he’d been craving, what he’d gone so long without.

You could hardly move as he had you pinned beneath him, fingers dancing up your legs, taking your t-shirt with them as they went. You finally felt like you could breathe when he dragged his lips down to your jaw, pressing kisses there before shifting his attention to your neck instead. It was insane. With how many guys you’d slept with, none of them came close to making you feel how Harry did. And he was barely laying a finger on you.

You felt him pull at your underwear, a gasp escaping you when he dragged them down your legs. Was this really happening? Was this something you wanted to happen? If you wanted, there was still time to salvage this friendship, to stop things before they truly went too far. Despite your own conflicted feelings on the matter, you opened your mouth to do just that, but Harry’s lips swallowed your words, long fingers finding their way inside of you.

You gasped into his mouth, only just now feeling his rings press into your skin, shudders wracking your frame as he played with you. In and out. That was all you could comprehend, how he moved them within you, curling them with every thrust and every flick of his wrist. Harry groaned as he tasted the inside of your mouth, pulling away to sit up on his knees. You were a squirming mess beneath him, and he pressed his other hand onto your stomach to hold you down when your back lifted from the bed.

Your head was thrown back, mouth parted and eyes focused on your ceiling. Every attempt to swallow down a moan was unsuccessful, and it wasn’t long before his own name started to tumble from your lips. You wrapped one hand around his wrist, nails pressing into his skin as he pushed his fingers into you, the sound of your arousal filling the room. Your other hand wrapped around his arm, holding on as your climax creeped up on you, crescendoing until you were shaking beneath him, feet pressing into the bed while Harry watched you come undone.

You still shook as he withdrew from you, and you watched as he wrapped his lips around his fingers, a low moan escaping at the taste of you. His lashes fluttered closed, like he was savoring it, and when he opened his eyes again, they were the most serious you’d ever seen them. The seconds that followed were a blur.

Your shirt was easily ripped off of you, and Harry’s own clothes soon followed, landing on the floor just as he settled over you again. He took your face into his hands, drinking you in with a look that scared you. It wasn’t just triumph, but it was satisfaction and yearning and possessiveness all rolled into one. It was so similar to how he always looked at you, but it was also so different. You thought that you had seen through him, could read him so well, but this was a rude awakening.

Harry had hid much more than you could have ever imagined.

He kissed you again, pressing his lips against yours so fiercely, you were sure they’d bruise. The cool metal of his rings pressed into your jaw, and he breathed into your lips, his lower half shifting, lifting, just before he flipped you over. A gasp escaped you when the room spun, and you blinked as you adjusted to this new position on your stomach. Harry’s fingers fisted into your hair, lips grazing your neck, and that was all the warning you got.

A choked moan escaped you when he thrust into you, your warm walls welcoming him like he belonged there. Perhaps he did, and perhaps Harry had known that all along. He moaned into your neck, the sound deep and shaky, the vibrations traveling through your heated frame. He held himself there for the longest time, just delighting in the feel of you wrapped around him. You did the same, eyes falling closed at your fullness, at how Harry seemed to stretch you so good.

One hand was still in your hair, the other pressing into your waist as he pulled back until only the tip of him remained before he snapped his hips against you. Your eyes flew open, your gasp bleeding into breathy moans as Harry set an unrelenting pace. Every curve of his hips had your toes curling, and you wondered to yourself why you hadn’t done this sooner. What had you been so afraid of? As Harry pressed kisses to your neck, fingers tightening in your hair, you remembered what you had been so afraid of.

Yes, Harry had always looked at you like a lover, but never like a lover that he was trying to court, that he hoped would be his. He looked at you like he already knew what you tasted like, felt like. Harry looked at you like a lover that was already his. No matter how many men you’d slept with nor how many drunken makeout sessions you’d participated in, Harry always looked at you like you belonged to him.. He touched you like you were his, wrapped you up in his arms, slid in behind you during the early hours of the morning before the sun even rose like you were his.

You feared what would happen when you finally were.

Your hand clutched the pillow, other fingers scraping the sheets as he pushed himself in and out of you. You could hardly speak, let alone keep your eyes open, and you squeezed them shut, fingers tightening on the pillow with every snap of his hips. You bit your lip, embarrassed by the sounds he was drawing out of you, but despite your efforts, soft whimpers found their way into the air.

“You feel so good, pet,” he breathed. “Doing so well…”

You clenched around him at his praise, and his deep chuckle reached your ears.

“You like that, do you?”

Certain that you were drawing blood by now, you released your lip, a shaky sigh escaping you. The sound of skin slapping against skin overshadowed everything else, and you pressed your forehead against the sheets. Harry had you caged beneath him, his other hand leaving your waist and pressing into the mattress beside your head. Your scalp burned from his tight grip, and your core burned even hotter from his thrusts. When you peeled your eyes open again, you were surprised to find your vision blurry, and it was only after you blinked did you take note of the tears kissing your lashes.

Crying during sex was a first for you, but it couldn’t be helped. Harry was fucking you so good, and you wondered how you’d ever go to anyone else. A laugh threatened to bubble in your chest, but all that escaped was another moan. As if Harry would ever let you… The way he touched you, kissed you, fucked you...it made you think that he wasn’t planning to let you go anytime soon.

You could feel your stomach tightening, and you reached back to twist your fingers into his dark curls. He groaned at the action, picking up his pace, and his name slipped from your lips again and again and again. Each time a bit higher than the last, and the coil within you snapped, your core clenching and fluttering around his cock. He stilled against you, dewy chest pressed to your back as he spilled into you, flooding your insides with a low moan.

You weren’t even able to catch your breath before he was maneuvering your head to kiss you. He swallowed what little breath you had left, pulling out of you and rolling you onto your back, never breaking the kiss. Your eyes were barely open when he pulled away, and you moved to chase his lips with your own, missing the feel of them already, but his hands on your face prevented you from doing so.

You stared at each other for what felt like a long time, your lashes fluttering as you gazed into his eyes. Harry’s thumbs brushed circles into your skin, and his eyes glinted with something unknown as his lips pulled into a smirk. With a satisfied chuckle, he leaned down to kiss you again.

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#Harry Styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut

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