#i was tryna answer the prompt a person sent in and went in the wrong direction oops | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

inkskinned · 3 years

Text

the men in my life are all good men, or, at least, they are men who are not violent - and that is enough for a man to be considered good; that he could be violent but is not.

the men in my life are good men. recently at a hardware store one of the men in my life let me stand behind him, just a little, in that ghosting way that girls can learn. the disappearing technique we master of shadowing behind our Good Men. this was to protect me from a man who was not-being-good.

i fall down. one of the good men in my life offers me one arm like a knight, we are laughing while i clamber back onto my feet. i give the good men in my life piggy back rides because i like to show off how strong i am. i give the good men in my life run-at-them hugs. i let the good men in my life pick me up like i am a sack of grain; i get the good men in my life coffee, i make them sandwiches, i teach them dancing.

i am a man-hater, obviously. i am gay enough the insult is sort of funny. waiting for the bus, where there are men who are not-known-to-be-good, i google how to make a fist. i can never remember if the thumb goes on the outside or the inside, only that it is imperative that i do not fuck it up or i will break my thumb at the same time the man tries to break me.

i walk my dog around the track only-at-dusk and-no-later. i made that mistake once, in august, hoping i could take a later run and maybe see the stars - i romanticized the idea of being able to skulk like a fox. the man that followed me across three lawns, two road-crossings, and back to my car - he spent the whole time whistling. the good men in my life say - oh, do you need me to come with you? and are actually asking - do you feel safe?

i fall down in a supermarket. a man i do not know grabs the inside of my knee. i do not know if the man is good, but i am supposed to give men the benefit of the doubt, so i laugh while standing. a man trying-to-be-in-my-life says what, no hug? and i have to decide if it worth it to just take off or put up with it. a man who-might-not-be-good stares at me while i walk by - i have to calculate if he’s just looking or if he’s watching. other men have badly hurt me, physically. the casual remark made is that those men are not real men. but they were real enough, to me.

there are many men who are mad at me. an entire reddit thread once was dedicated to how to dox me for feminist ranting - it was kind of funny, when it wasn’t downright scary. i have been stalked and harassed and treated horribly. they are all good men, in their own lives, you know. they are not violent, usually, unless provoked, and all it takes for a man to be good is for him to not be violent unless provoked, and i am, of course, always provoking.

a man in my life rolls his eyes. “i am sick of hearing this. we get it, all men are fucking evil. get over it.”

a man who-is-not-good shouts something unwritable at me. i have to tell the good man i am standing next to - it’s okay, this is nothing compared to what-could-be, this happens, it’s really not that big of a deal to me.

“but it should be,” he says. “it should be.”

#spilled ink #warm up #feminism #prose #poetry #i was tryna answer the prompt a person sent in and went in the wrong direction oops

17K notes · View notes

iamknicole · 4 years

Text

Just the Two of Us (8)

HAHN AU

Lainey's phone constantly ringing woke her up out of her sleep at 2am. When she answered Melissa was speaking in chopped sentences in a low tone like she didn't want to wake anyone. She didn't say what was wrong, just that she needed to be picked up and Lainey didn't question her she would save them. She slid into her slides then went to her brother's room.

She shook her brother and backed up knowing he was going to swing his arm at her. After he put his arm down, she repeated her actions.

"Something better be damn wrong," Benny grumbled sitting up in his bed.

"Melissa called, she didn't say what was wrong but that she needed to be picked up."

Benny nodded throwing his comforter off of his body. "Grab my keys, start it. I'm coming."

Nodding, Lainey left his bedroom easing down the stairs and past her mother's bedroom not wanting to wake her. After she started Benny's suv, he jumped in a few minutes later pulling off quickly. Lainey's phone went off again, a text from Melissa.

"Wait, she sent a address. She not at that house."

After giving him the address, Lainey sat back as Benny flew through the dark and pretty much empty streets. He didn't say anything and didn't reach to turn his music on as usual. When they got to the apartment building the siblings jumped out as soon as Benny parked the truck in front. The apartment was on the third floor but the elevator was taking too long so they went up the stairs.

Benny put his sister behind him and knocked lightly on the door. Melissa eased the door open and slid out quickly with her bag. She hugged Lainey tight as Benny looked her over carefully spotting the bruise on her forearm.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Lainey asked pulling away.

"The pitbull made us move in here a few days ago. And he's been a fucking nightmare. We got into an argument and he pulling on me and pushing me."

"He what?" Lainey yelled.

"Shhh, I don't wanna wake him."

"Fuck him and fuck that! And why you ain't call earlier?"

Melissa adjusted the bag on her shoulder. "Cause we just got done arguing like an hour ago and I had to pack."

Benny clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and fished his keys from his pocket passing them to his little sister. "Go head, I'm coming."

"You don't have to say anything to him, it's fine."

"Nah, it aint." He said calmly. "Go with Lainey."

Lainey hooked her arm with Melissa's and pulled her down the hallway to the elevator. Her friend kept looking back wanting to know what was about to happen but didn't get an answer. Just as the elevator doors closed Melissa caught a glimpse of Benny walking into the apartment.

Cutting on the lights, Benny walked around looking at all the things out of place. He strolled through the apartment going to the back bedroom, standing the doorway. He watched Jeffrey turn over and sit up.

"Melissa, turn that damn light off! I'm tryna sleep!" Jeffrey fussed.

Benny flipped the bedroom light on. "It ain't Melissa."

The voice caught Jeffrey off guard, he scrambled to get up and out of the bed.

"What the hell are you doing here? Get out! Your sister is not here!"

"Ayo, my man, calm all that noise down. You know why I'm here."

Jeffrey picked up his phone, "No, I don't but if you don't leave now I'm gonna call the police."

Benny crossed the room, snatching the phone from him and tossed it across my room. "Like I said you know exactly why I'm here. I told you if Melissa ain't happy then Lainey ain't happy. And if my lil baby ain't happy then I ain't happy," he paused to smile, "And right now, I'm very unhappy. So what are we gonna do about that?"

Jeffrey started to stumble over his words not realizing the smile on Benny's face had turned into a glare. Benny's hand came up to Jeffrey's throat, forcing him to the wall squeezing as tight as he could.

"You think its cool to put your hands on a female? Try that shit on me," he demanded letting him go. He watched Jeffrey gasp for air and stepped back. "Come on, try that shit with me. Put ya hands on me."

Not thinking clearly, Jeffrey swung a few times missing every time. Benny laughed as he continued to taunt him until Jeffrey pushed him. The laugh only got louder which was followed by a punch to Jeffrey's jaw.

"Come on, get up, big man. You bad, right," Benny taunted throwing a few more punches. "That's it? That's all you got."

"Get out," Jeffrey cried holding his face.

Laughing, Benny stepped back to get a better look. "Is you cryin? Any boy that can put his hands on a female but can't take a hit from a real man is a bitch in my eyes. If I gotta come back here for any reason, ima show you what really happens. You understand?"

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

When Benny got in the car, he turned his music up to its normal, loud volume speeding all the way back home. He let each other the women out and got Melissa's bag before following them into the house. Benny went to the living room while Lainey took her friend up to the guest room.

Melissa sat in the bed as Lainey unpacked her bag for her putting her things away.

"Is he not gonna tell us what happened?"

Lainey shook her head fixing the clothes in the drawers, "Nope, so don't even ask. Just be happy your here with your favorite person."

"Who said you were my favorite person?" Melissa laughed.

Lainey scoffed playfully going to sit beside her. "I got my ass out my bed to come get you, I better be ya favorite, heffa."

Laughing, Melissa pulled her into a tight hug.

"Thank you for that. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome and you can stay as long as you'd like," Lainey assured her getting up, "And now I'm going to go back to bed. The remote is up there by the TV, there's extra blankets in your closet a and food in the kitchen if you're hungry. Good night."

"Good night, Lainey."

Melissa got up to look around the room then out of the windows at the skyline. Jeffrey kept calling her prompting her to turn her phone off. Once she figured the siblings were settled in their rooms, she crept quietly out of her room to get a snack from the kitchen. When she walked in, Benny was leaning against the counter with a container of grapes. She waved shyly, he nodded in response.

"You good?" He asked after a few moments watching her look through the fridge.

"Yeah, thank you."

Benny looked over at her as he put a few grapes in his mouth. "Ain't nothin. I told you, I got you."

He hopped off the counter and closed the container heading over to the fridge. He stood behind her, sliding the grapes back into their spot in the fridge. Her tending slightly didn't go unnoticed.

"I ain't gon hurt you."

Melissa nodded slowly, "I know."

Benny backed away from her going over to the stove, opening the cabinets above it pulling out the peppercorn. He brought it to the counter and grabbed a knife. Melissa closed the fridge going to watch him.

"You about to cook?" She asked with a slight smile.

"Nah," Benny chuckled using the knife to break up the corns, "My uh my pop taught me this when we was growing up. Grab a rag from the drawer beside you."

Melissa did what he asked, "What was that?"

Benny grabbed the rag, putting a bit of olive oil on it then putting the crushed peppercorns onto it. "Takes the soreness out if any bruise. Lemme see your arm."

Watching him carefully, Melissa held out her brusied arm to him and watched him wrap the rag around the area applying a bit of pressure.

"Smart man. You're a lot like him, I bet." She said softly.

Benny shrugged.

"I used to be, not so much anymore."

"Where is he?"

Benny looked up from her arm at her speaking softly, "That ain't important. What's important is when you gon stop lyin to yaself?"

"What am I lyin about?"

Benny stepped closer to her still holding onto her arm staring into her eyes. He could sense her nervousness but she didn't move away.

"Benjamin, is that you?"

"Yeah, Mama," he yelled back never looking away from Melissa.

"Can you bring me some water, baby?"

Grabbing her other hand, Benny replaced his hand with hers and backed away slowly. "Yeah. I'm comin, Mama. And why are you up?"

Benny grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and left out the kitchen giving Melissa a look on his way out. Melissa stood there holding the rag completely dumbfounded. She didnt know what to think of what just happened, but she definitely liked it.

#hahn au #have and have nots au

6 notes · View notes

hcneymilkks · 4 years

Text

NCT Jeno ‘Next Door’

requested by the lovely @jaeminsoftgf ! thanks for requesting Summer and I hope it lives to your expectations!

Request your own oneshot here!

prompt numbers:

2. SWEATER PAWS AND CUDDLES. “if you don’t grab me a blanket I’m breaking up with you.” “I’m watching Barbie Nutcracker.”

16. Neighbour au in which one gets drunk on mulled wine and ends up knocking at the other’s door, drunkenly trying to seduce the other and - instead - passing out in their living room

Pairing: Jeno x Reader

Genre: Fluff/slight crack

Word count: 1.5k

MASTERLIST

So,,,,,, you come home earlier than expected for the holidays and notice that the neighbours beside you have moved out

They lived beside you ever since you were a kid and you were sad because they were an elderly couple who were so sweet

So ofc you get sad and all

BUT

The new neighbour comes rolling in and WTF

He's handsome.....like hella handsome

Meet Jeno. Second-year University student studying medicine

He comes popping to your door to introduce himself and that's when you knew

Uh oh

Fuck no,,,, heart pls skip the love at first sight ahhhhhh

So naturally, you would do what any ordinary person would do, you introduce yourself back and ask if he wants to come in to hang or something

But yet, you're not ordinary and instead slam the door in his face and run up the stairs

"Y/F/N I swear he's hella hot....and I just did a dumb thing."

Mr. Jeno on the other hand,,,, just couldn't get you off of his mind

Like he thought when you get into University, crushes are non-existent

NOPE

Moving into this new neighbourhood made him realize something, he wanted to be friends with you.

....maybe even more.

A few days into break and you're helping your parents decorate.

All I want for Christmas is blasting in your room and you couldn't help but belt out to the song and bust out your "best" dance moves

When I put it in quotation marks I mean like just fist-pumping many times into the air and doing the dab or something

You don't even notice but Jeno is just staring at you like "wtf are you doing woman?" but at the same time, he's enjoying it because he's never seen you like this before

Like come on you barely leave the house anyways

And like once the song finishes you look at your window and SEE THAT THE CURTAINS WERE DRAWN AND YOU REALIZE THAT JENO SAW THE WHOLE THING AND HE STARTED TO CLAP AND LAUGH (even though you couldn't hear it)

You scream and try to close the curtains but Jeno puts up a piece of paper

"you were AMAZING."

You tilt your head and then reach to grab some papers and markers and craft a response of your own

"BRO I AM SO SORRY YOU HAD TO SEE THAT JSJSJSS"

More scribbling, more showing paper.

"LMAO IT'S FINE I GENUINELY ENJOYED IT."

Then you realize that you both are like recreating that one Taylor Swift music video by writing messages and showing each other INSTEAD OF JUST OPENING THE DAMN WINDOW AND TALKING

But its okay because you both get closer for some reason

Even though your hand hurts

And as you scribble down another response, Jeno beats you to it.

"WANNA COME TO THE NIGHT MARKET WITH ME?"

That my friends is how you went on a "date" to the night market

^^ I say date like that because you both don't know it's a date....but it kinda is

Food everywhere, some snow falling, a huge Christmas tree in the center

You both manage to do some Christmas shopping and regret not bringing a bigger bag.

"Jeno help I'm dying."

"okay um....wait,,,, what's your name?"

Smooth Jeno smooth.

But like how else was he supposed to get your name?

"it's Y/N. Now help me."

By the end of the night, your stomachs were filled, and your minds were filled with more ideas of what to do together.

NOT TO MENTION SOME PICTURES THAT YOU SECRETLY TOOK OF HIM

AND LIKE DAMNNNNN HIS SIDE PROFILE SEXY

You both finally got each other's numbers

Contact names:

Jennifer/Jen NOOOOO LMAO IMAGINE JENNIFER IM CRYING

Y/N/The LOML/DabDab Y/N

Getting closer to Christmas and you both have late night convos and send each other memes

It's like WOOJIN God had sent you a sign like "bitch hello this is the boy for you now take him."

Conversations would be like:

Jen NOOOOOO: Y/N, Y/N, FOR FRICK SAKES Y/N

You: OI YOU ASPARAGUS WHAT DO YOU WANT I'M TRYNA SLEEP

Jen NOOOOOO: WHO U CALLING AN ASPARAGUS?! THAT VEGETABLE IS A STICK AND DO I LOOK LIKE A MF STICK!?!

You: UM......

Jen NOOOOOO: ANYWAYS wanna make snow angles?

Jen NOOOOOO: Angles*

Jen NOOOOOO: A N G L E S*

Jen NOOOOOO: OHMYGOD ANGLES*

Jen NOOOOOO: SJSJSJSJ NVM

Now we getting to the good tea oof

So it's December 23rd, two days before Christmas

You decide to stay at home cuddled up in a blanket having a movie marathon

And then the doorbell rings and there's knocking

You pause the movie, keep the blanket on like a cape and then open the door

The cold air hits your face before you could see who was there

·It's none other than Jeno

"Um hi?"

"Y/N! MY LOVE! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE! HOW I MISSED YOU!" he funnily walks in and spins around in your living room.

At first,,,, you don't understand...like why is Jeno at your house at 11 pm at night?

Then your phone dings like 10 times

Jen NOOOOOO: IS THIS A Y/N?

You: UM WHO ARE YOU AND WHY DO YOU HAVE JENO'S PHONE?!

Jen NOOOOOO: I'M ONE OF HIS FRIENDS YOU DUMB DUMB AND IM HERE TO WARN YOU THAT JENO JUST LEFT HIS HOUSE TO COME TO YOURS....I THINK HE WANTS TO TRY AND KISS YOU OR CONFESS TO YOU IDK

You: WHO TF U CALLIN DUMB DUMB AND WHY DID YOU LET HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE?

Jen NOOOOO: let's just say he got too drunk and elbowed Haechan in the face while he was restraining him

You couldn't even finish answering when Jeno back hugged you, his breath tingling the back of your neck

You stiffened at the sudden contact and you felt butterflies in your stomach

Oh no

OH NO

"Y/N....let's cuddleeeeee"

Jeno drags you to the couch and awkwardly tries to cuddle you which resulted in him giving up and just standing back up.

"Y/N look at meeeee."

Dammit he's a pouty baby.

He squishes his cheeks and tries to wink and does so many things at once like damn boy calm down.

"Y/N,,, are you a Christmas light? Because you light up my world.

"Y/N,,,, you're the gingerbread to my house."

Jeno stumbles walking closer to you "Hey Y/N,,,, you're sexy, come-" and instead passes out on the couch awkwardly.

You didn't know what to do. But Jeno's snoring made you snap out of your daze and took a photo.

You: WHOEVER HAS JENO'S PHONE PICK HIM UP LMAO HE DIED

Jen NOOOOO: HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA......nah

You: WTF

So that's how for the rest of the night you got stuck with a passed out Jeno and cringing at what he kept saying.

There's no way he was into you? Right?

HELL NAH YOU ARE SO WRONG

December 24th, the next day.

Jeno groans and somehow has the hugest hangover.....and realizes he's not in his house.

He turns his head way too fast to see you coming to him with water, some pills and breakfast.

It's like five seconds and the food is already gone...like sir slow down

Jeno feels much better and it's an awkward silence

"um...I'm gonna head out-" "Um...why did you come here yesterday so out of the blue?"

Cue Jeno blushing and stuttering and trying to figure out what to say.

"I uh.....well my friends and I were playing truth or dare and if we didn't want to answer the question we had to drink some wine. Let's just say I didn't answer any questions and I guess my um...heart led me here?"

Awkward silence.

"Oh...wow um I'm flattered? I mean I just didn't expect it....but I also didn't mind it you know?"

So that's how you both just indirectly confessed to each other.

You two didn't waste time putting the labels of boyfriend and girlfriend. Him grabbing a few clothes from next door because he said he didn't wanna be alone on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

"And what better way than to spend it with my lovely girlfriend?"

"Lee Jeno if you don't get me a blanket from upstairs I'm breaking up with you."

So what did he do? HE BROUGHT A BLANKET FROM HIS HOUSE LMAOOOO

Also some of his hoodies because of your late-night call confessions.

You: "I want a boyfriend."

Jeno: "excuse me am I not enough for you?"

You: "Jeno." *laughing* "you know what I mean...like I want a real boyfriend. One that I can cuddle all day with and fully call mine...NOT TO MENTION THE FREE CLOTHES LIKE HELL YEAH I WANT THEM FREE HOODIES FROM THE BOY."

When Jeno throws the hoodie and blanket at you, you're confused because you never owned this type of blanket...UNTIL YOU REALIZED THAT THIS IS HIS BLANKET THAT HE SLEEPS WITH.

Yeah you both literally, just call, text and facetime even though you are just one door away from each other.

But who has time to walk LMAo

Okay we getting off track so like back to the present day

So you put on Jeno's hoodie and damn does it smell good.

He notices that you have sweater paws and he just goes all soft and wants cuddles.

"Oh yeah, what are you watching?" he asks as you press the play button.

"I'm watching Barbie Nutcracker."

For the rest of Christmas Eve you both cuddle under the blanket while watching Christmas themed movies.

And damn you think this might be the best Christmas ever.

#NCT #lee jeno #christmas prompts request #complete!#haechan #jaemin #nct dream #oneshot

22 notes · View notes

spidey-suits · 6 years

Text

Lover’s Blues | h.o

Summary: What happens when a publicity contract goes wrong?

AU: Fake dating

Song: What Lovers Do by Maroon 5

Prompt: “You’re a disappointment.”

Warnings: Angst. LYRICS ARE IN BOLD and ITALIC

A/N: Hey guys! This is for { @upsidedownparker.} Kath’s 3k challenge writing piece. Anna and I had fun writing this after we procrastinated for a little while! But anyways here is the final product and I hope you guys all enjoy! Happy big ass birthday to HARRISON because we love him! Feedback is always welcomed! Moodboard made by Adri.

“‘Fake date,’ she said. ‘It will be fun,’ he said. Well, why didn’t anyone think about what I said!” At this point, you were full on ranting to your cat who just stared after you lazily. “I said that this will be a horrible idea and my parents will see right through me!”

“Aren't we too grown for games?”

It was true you were terrible at keeping secrets. Much less starting a fake relationship. The more you thought about it, the more you doubted yourself. You had to hand it to yourself, for sure. You were the one who came up with the idea originally, but only as a joke. Then, Harrison picked up the idea and made it into a bigger idea, so that both of your agents considered it.

So here you were, rambling to your cat, who only stared at you with curious eyes. You paced around your living room a couple of times. The phone on the coffee table dinged several times. You stopped pacing and rubbed your forehead, trying to comprehend the fact that you just agreed to a fake relationship with a friend. The contract to the relationship laid next to your phone, your signature and Harrison’s stuck out on the bottom like a sore thumb.

“I’m in so much deep shit,” you said as you went over to the table, taking a seat. The paper in your hands held the instructions on what should be publicized and what shouldn’t. Your eyes scanned over the phone.

The notifications were flying in and you resisted the urge to throw it across the room. Your hands met your face while rubbing your temples in frustration. “I’m gonna call him,” you say as you looked, your hands shaking. With the phone now in your hands, scrolling through the contacts.

The phone rang a couple of times. A voice on the other end picked it up. A groggy, “Hello,” was heard from the other end. You sighed and leaned back.

“Harrison. We need to talk.” You were talking louder than you normally did when on the phone. Your cat jumped off of the couch and left the room, tossing a dirty look back in your direction. You paced from the couch to your coffee table, running a hand through your hair. “I have no idea why I agreed to this. I mean- you’re a lovely guy and all but for a publicity stunt? This is insane!”

On the other end, Harrison got out of bed and clicked on a bedside lamp. “And you felt the need to tell me this at twelve? Listen, there’s another meeting tomorrow. We’ll iron everything else out during the meeting. For now, just sleep.”

Before you could answer, the line went dead. You tossed your phone to the other side of the couch. You rubbed your face for the 100th time tonight. Dramatically leaning back into the couch, you grabbed the toss pillow that was beside you. The muffled screams filled your ears.

“Tryna do what lovers do.”, You said lightly as your eyes were getting low. This publicity stunt better end quickly, you were already in too deep. You simply couldn’t pull off fake loving someone.

The faint snores threw Harrison off. He forgot what he was doing at your place until he snapped out of his daze. His hands fiddled with the slightly warm coffee and your cat purred against his pant leg. You stirred on the couch, your hand wiping off some of the excess drool. Your eyes slightly opening but closing. You smacked your lips, muttering a small,”Good morning, Haz.” You turned over and snuggled the couch cushion. Harrison stood there with both eyebrows raised.

It took you a minute to realize that Harrison was there. You shook your head, “Harrison?”, You shrieked loudly. You move from your position on the couch and sat crisscrossed. Rubbing your face while you yawned. Your cat jumped up onto the couch and curled in your lap. You rub your eyes as Harrison sat next to you. “Morning breath. Keep away, mate.”, you murmured as you looked at the coffee cup in his hands. He chuckled, his eyes scanning past your bare legs all the way up to your face.

“Morning breath, Y/n. Seriously, I’ve known you long enough to tolerate it.”, as he gave you the cup of coffee. You gently took it from him, careful not to spill the steaming cup of heaven.

“And now I’ll have coffee breath.” You took a few sips, savoring the warmth. “Why are you here again?” You took a look at the clock on the wall, mainly placed there for aesthetic purposes. Your eyes widened as you took in the time. You shoved the cup into Harrison’s hands and dashed for your bedroom.

“Why did you let me sleep until noon! The meeting is in an hour!” You threw open your dresser drawers and rifled through, looking for something acceptable to wear. You held out an old floral dress, deciding that it would have to do.

You jumped into your shower and decided to brush your teeth while you were in the shower. You only had an hour to be there, and the ride there was already half-an-hour. Harrison knocked on your bathroom door, accompanied by a not-so-quiet chuckle. “I’ll be in the car, waiting with a bagel.”

“Is it an everything bagel?” You asked, spitting toothpaste from your mouth as you massaged shampoo into your hair.

“Of course it is!” You heard your front door shut and you finished up in the shower. You dried off, taking a glance at yourself in the mirror. You wouldn’t have time to blow-dry your hair unless you wanted to skip skincare for the day.

You snatched your bag from the floor near the front door, having not been unpacked from the night before. The contract was shoved in along with your keys, which you kept in a dish by the door.

Nearly falling down the steps, you regained your balance by gracefully crashing into the wall at the bottom of the landing. The old lady who lived in the flat directly below you watched as you patted the wall gently after your crash. You waved at her before darting past her to Harrison’s car. You opened the car door and slammed it shut behind you. By now, your hair was already drying and you were already out of breath.

Harrison smirked at you, one hand on the wheel and some radio station playing in the background. You grumpily sank down into your seat. “Just drive.”

When you left the meeting, you were both ‘officially’ dating. They wanted you both to walk out of there, having some kind of contact. Harrison opted for a more casual arm-slung-around-the-neck position, tucking you close to his body. He opened the door to the car for you and everything. You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you buckled up, Harrison sliding into the driver’s seat.

“We should go to the beach, plenty of people equals plenty of exposure.” You offered the beach because of the many waterside diners and restaurants. Probably a seafood shack or something. Harrison nodded in agreement, pulling out of the parking lot. Your phone lit up with several notifications, all from Twitter.

Your managers had used your accounts to announce your relationship at the office. Now, these were all fan responses.

User replied: I can’t believe y/h would date someone like him. What a disappointment.

Usera replied: I know, right? Harrison deserves better

User replied: I meant y/h deserves better!!!

Userb replied: What are you talking about? She’s obviously paying him to do this #savehaz

Harrison grabbed your phone and tossed it into the backseat. “They’re really not worth it.” He had pulled over to the side of the road, the hazard lights flashing. He wiped tears from your face, tears you hadn’t noticed until now. “You’re much more than any words they could say.”

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. They were soft and tasted like the mint he was sucking on during the meeting. You pulled away, resting your forehead on his. Your eyes were still close before you pulled away, leaning back into your seat. Harrison started to drive, a smile on his face. You reached over the center console and grabbed his hand, holding it tight. You would both be alright.

“I can't wait forever, baby.”

It was months later when you had finally realized that you had feelings for the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy. He was so inviting and he let you in. He knew everything about you and you knew everything about him. Or so you thought.

A week ago, a few photos had been sent to you by an anonymous number. Photos of Harrison in the park and not even bothering to hide anything. She was kissing him and they were holding hands, enjoying the day.

You thought nothing of it, brushing off the photos as ones taken from before the contract and before you felt something for him.

Tonight, he was taking you out for dinner. It was supposed to be a nice night for you and him to celebrate ‘being together’ for four months.

Seconds before you arrived, having come from visiting your parents to meet him there, you watched from the corner to see Harrison and the mystery girl locked in a loving embrace. Something snapped, making you want to do violent things to her even if you weren’t a violent person. You clenched your fists by your side, tears stinging your eyes sharply. You stepped into the light and crossed your arms, staring down the couple.

“Oh, how the happy couple embraces in the moonlight.” You glared directly at Harrison before glancing over at the girl. She was smirking, her expression hidden by the shadows and her waterfall of hair. “You sneaky bitch,” you declare, whipping out your phone. “You sent me these, didn’t you?”

She stepped away from Harrison, sending him back in shock. “Of course I did! I knew whatever this was, wasn’t real.”

You looked at her closer, eyes widening in realization. “You’re the one who started the ‘SaveHaz’ hashtag four months ago, weren’t you?” You stepped closer, phone still clenched tightly in your hand.

“But old enough to know better.”

You calmed yourself, breathing out heavily. “You both aren’t worth my tears,” you slipped your phone back into your pocket. You turned away to hide the tears now pooling in your eyes. You stopped right at the end of the building, looking over your shoulder at Harrison.

“I thought we had something, Osterfield. Turns out, you’re a disappointment.” You walked away, turning the corner and disappearing into the night.

“Both of us should know better.”

{my taglist from @beautiful-holland.} @heavenly---holland @iaiabear @tomsfireheart @cherryhollands @justapotatonow @toms-order @lafayettes-baguettes-1

{taglist from @a-singleboat } @starlightfound @rumoured-whispers @tomhollandandmarvelsworld @wallowingwillowtree @fuckyou-imspiderman @peters-vlogs

131 notes · View notes