#:( idk all i know for sure is she said something that upset her while i was out of earshot but im using context clues and im not stupid.

[wizardnuke]

um personally i think that if your girlfriend is insecure over you being friends with another girl you should run far away really fast. but i may be misreading the situation. i don't think i am though.

[adore-gregor]

🙄🫠

[petertingle-yipyip]

COINCIDENCE - MATT MURDOCK

//it was intended as a rewrite but is just a part three i guess, idk there was a lot of discussions so peer pressure. plus the original request wanted a happy ending so i did that!!// pt1 // pt2

Pairing: Matt x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 2,083

Summary: The problem never ended, just hid. The most painful solution is acknowledged but Matt refuses to stand idly by.

The rest of the day was a blur. Matt only stayed for one hour and left. Your other classes complained that they didn’t get a special guest speaker, and while you wanted to explain it to them so they weren’t upset, something wasn’t sitting right in your stomach.

You were still upset with Matt. The idea of Elektra being in your shared apartment made you feel like the other woman, even though you were the wife. You wanted to burn down the building, throw Matt’s things into the dumpster, knock Elektra’s perfect teeth in, punch Stick in the nose. You were still so angry.

The reconciliation was supposed to be enough. That’s what your mother had always told you about marriage. Nothing was too big for you two to get over if you loved each other. Sometimes someone had to swallow their pride and forgive a fight before you lost the other. But why were you letting him off the hook without knowing that he’d do anything you asked? And what was to keep Elektra from making moves on him?

Once your kids were finally out and dismissal was done, you dropped back into your work chair. The photo was still face down, and maybe that was the indiciation you really needed that nothing was really settled.

You picked up your phone.

“Foggy Nelson.” Foggy answered.

“Hey, Fog… Did Matt make it back?” You asked, filing assignments into folders and sliding them into your bag to grade later.

“No, he said there was something he needed to take care of before you got home. Why?”

“Can I come by the office then? I need to talk to you.”

“Sure? Is everything okay, Y/N?”

“No, I don’t think so.” You sighed. “I thought it would be a ‘sweep under the rug’ instance but it’s just… not.”

“Okay, yeah, come on by. You want me to have some food delivered?”

“You’d be a lifesaver if you did.”

“Pizza will be ready when you get here.”

“Thanks, I’ll see you in a bit.”

You ended the call and finished packing up your classroom. By the time you were done, nothing made any more sense than it did before. You were frustrated walking to your car because talking about things was supposed to help.

But you and Matt hadn’t really talked about it, had you?

You told him how to resolve the physical part of the issue. Get Elektra out of your apartment and finish whatever mission he was on as Daredevil. The latter you only added because you knew he wouldn’t leave well enough alone, stubborn bastard. But it didn’t get to the heart of the issue.

Just answer the question!

Elektra!

The understanding settled in your stomach like a rock. Despite your marriage, despite everything she had done to Matt, he said her name. He knew you were in the next room. He knew you had been restless, unable to sleep without him beside you. He knew there were nights you had stayed awake until you heard him come in just to know he didn’t die out there. He knew you would’ve dropped everything if he had called you from an alley and needed your help to get home. But maybe, all of that, he’d still do for her.

You walked into the building, smiled politely to Karen, and walked into Foggy’s office. He smiled widely and brandished the still steaming pizza. You closed the door behind you.

“I think I need a divorce.” You spoke, your voice barely above a whisper.

“What happened to ‘hello’? ‘How are you’?” He replied, setting the pizza down. You almost laughed. “What’s going on?”

You sat at the table and he sat across from you. You spoke quickly, giving every detail you thought relevant. He listened quietly, probably comparing it to what Matt had told him about the situation. When you finished, he sighed heavily.

“I thought it’d be enough to just hear him say he didn’t mean it.” You sniffled. At some point during your story, you began crying. “But I can’t stop thinking. Is she friends with his friends? Does he think about her? Is she less controlling? Easy-going? Well-traveled? Well read? God, she makes me so upset!”

“Okay, let’s slow down a little.” Foggy offered.

“She’s beautiful.” You laughed bitterly. “And he loved her. She’s been on the other side of his bed.”

“They haven’t even talked before whatever came up.”

“I know it’s crazy, but I can’t stop thinking that he’s been thinking of her when he’s talking about me.”

He was quiet for a minute, taking it all in. You took the time to eat some of your pizza. So many thoughts were running through your mind.

Did you want the divorce? Did you need the divorce? Would Matt agree or would he drag it out in court? Would you be about to convince Foggy to help with your side or would he remain loyal to his friend? Whose side would Karen take? How long with Elektra wait before stepping in?

The questions were so loud you didn’t even realize Matt had shown up. Your eyes went wide when he sat beside you, then you immediately turned your glare towards Foggy. Your friend put his hands up in surrender and offered a nervous smile. When your stare didn’t lighten, he ducked out of the room.

“Y/N…” Matt began and your heated gaze turned on your husband. “I thought-“

“You know, it’s a real coincidence.” You cut in sharply. “Without her even being here - Well without me knowing she was here - she was back in your life. It was like she just knew. Now her name comes up once, comes up twice, comes up every goddamn minute since I saw her.”

“You know I don’t feel that way about her.” He insisted.

“But she’s in the same damn city every damn night. And wow, what a coincidence that you’ve lost all your common sense now, huh?”

“Seriously?” Matt scoffed and you crossed your arms. “I’m the one that’s lost it?”

“Last week, we were perfectly fine. We were normal. Now, it’s like you’ve been holding space for her in your life, and now she’s right there to fill it.”

“There’s no space! It’s only you!”

“Is it?” You laughed in disbelief. “It’s not someone trying to turn the past into the present tense?”

“No!”

“If she wasn’t here, would you be going after the Yakuza?”

His mouth opened then shut. He clearly thought better of whatever his initial answer was going to be, so he took a moment to decide on a better answer. “Not immediately, I don’t think so.”

“I’m surprised she’s not trying to suck up to ask your friends.”

“Y/N, sweetheart-“

“Don’t sweetheart me, Matthew.” You said sharply, maybe sharper than intended. “You lied to me.”

“I didn’t.” He defended.

“Oh, of course. I’m sorry. You told me the truth, minus seven percent. Which just so happened to be the important seven percent.”

“This isn’t about Elektra.” He shook his head.

“It’s about you, you fucking idiot! She’s the girl you outgrew. That’s what you told me! Isn’t that what you told me?”

He nodded quietly.

“Then what the fuck was that when Stick got you to say her name?” You screamed.

There it was. Your admittance to what truly started it all. When he had said it, your heart sank. It fell into a hole so deep in your chest, you still didn’t feel it beat in your chest. You went through your day as normal as you could, but everything in your body felt numb. You felt hollow and you thought you could blame it on Elektra’s general presence.

But you were wrong. When it came down to it, when it was just you and Matt locked in a room, the truth came out. It wasn’t completely Elektra’s fault.

It was Matt’s.

“What was that, Matt?” You asked quietly, hot anger shifting to betrayal.

“I don’t know.” He admitted. “I want to say that I was just caught up in the moment.”

“You were defending our marriage two seconds before.” You scoffed. “You don’t have to lie to the woman that loves you. I can do that myself.”

“I never meant for this to happen.”

“That doesn’t change that it did. That doesn’t change that you hurt me, Matthew. Why can’t you admit to that?”

He reached for you, to feel your body whether it be your leg or your arm. Without thinking, you scooted your chair back. He froze immediately and his brows furrowed behind his glasses. You tensed in your seat when you realized.

You had never shied away from Matt’s touch before. You never avoided him.

“So you meant it…” Matt said quietly. You didn’t need his super senses to hear the heartbreak. “You want a divorce.”

“You said you’d pick Elektra.” You confessed quietly. “What else am I supposed to do?”

“I’ve already picked, Y/N.” He leaned forward in his chair. It was as close as he dared to get to you. “I know what I said. I know that you heard it and I know that it broke your heart. If I could take it back and just think about that goddamn question, I would.”

“So why didn’t you?”

He couldn’t answer.

“Hell’s Kitchen is nice, but who do you really want by your side?” You pressed. “And when you and Elektra inevitably break up again, would it be a coincidence then too? Would it be worth it?”

“I can’t lose you.” He nearly whispered.

“I’m going to stay at a hotel for a little while.” You decided. “I won’t draw up divorce papers just yet, but I am considering it… Call me when you can actually have this conversation with me.”

“Y/N..”

“No, Matt, just don’t. I love you so much, but I… I can’t just pretend this will go away. I thought when we talked earlier it was enough, and I was able to forget for a little while. But once the kids were gone… Fuck, it hurts. I’m so confused.”

“I’m not.” He looked at you hopefully. “I love you, Y/N. I want you. I would marry you again and again. I choose you, always.”

“Not always… What might be the only time it truly mattered, you chose Elektra. I get the whole notion of having soft spots for first loves, and I know Elektra was different for you. I accepted that when I fell for you. But look at what she’s done, what she’s put you in the middle of.”

“I chose to get involved.”

“Yeah… And it might’ve cost our marriage.” You stood. “Was it worth it?”

“No.”

“Good. Sit with that regret for a little while. When you can stand in front of Stick, with Elektra in full health, and honestly tell him you pick me, you can come find me.”

“I’ll do it right now.” He stood quickly and took a step to block your path to the door. “I care about Elektra, but not the way I need you. Please…”

“What am I supposed to do, Matt, just let it go?”

“No… Please, just give me a chance.”

“I am, but I need to think and so do you.”

“I can’t lose you.”

“And I need you to need me, just me.”

“I do.”

You smiled slightly to yourself, thinking for a brief moment of your wedding. You knew it’d be a lot of rebuilding to get your marriage back to what it was, and it wouldn’t really start until Elektra was gone. You didn’t know her true motives with Matt but you could take a guess. Regardless, he was trying to convince you and you so badly wanted to believe him.

So you took the chance.

“I’ll be at the Presidential for the rest of the week. Figure it out, Matt, or I’ll do it for you.”

You didn’t return to your shared apartment until that Sunday. When you did, Matt was waiting for you. No sign of Elektra’s presence was a relief. No sign of Stick either.

Rather, your favorite flowers were on the coffee table, the newest book from your favorite author and a stuffed animal were beside them.

You stared at them in appreciation.

You didn’t believe everything was back to normal, but Matt was showing you that he was going to try and fix it. He was fighting for your marriage, so you would too.

[illbegottenfaith]

sweet?!

you may not be the one dating theodore nott but you'd be damned if you let anyone think of him as sweet (theo nott x reader)

Part 1 | Part 2

a/n - I meant to make a separate post a while back but college has been kicking my ass so 😭 but 300 followers!!! insaneee ily all sooo much mwah I feel so so grateful and also a little weirded out cuz wdym 300 people... (I am SO bad at these can you tell um anyways) also this was inspired by a new girl episode!! I kind of have plans for a part 3 but im still workshopping it so idk yet but !! we'll see :)

tropes/warnings - fluff, slight angst, mattheo not understanding physics (but its not like he had a formal education in the subject so is it rlly his fault??), tw descriptions of injury

word count - 1.5k

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"You're still coming this afternoon, right?"

You were having lunch in the Great Hall with your best friend Ivy, hours before one of the most entertaining sporting events of the year - an underground Muggle sports day. Every year, a group of students from each house would compete in some arbitrarily chosen muggle sport, with varying levels of success. Casualties and knee-slapping memories (for those standing in the sidelines, such as yourself) were a guarantee.

You nodded. "Are you kidding? Watching the boys wack each other black and blue at some poor attempt at a muggle sport? I wouldn't miss it for the world. I hope it's hockey. It's got sticks, you know." You got an odd, dreamlike look in your eye. "Merlin, I hope it's hockey."

Ivy dug into her Shepherd's pie. "Good. It sounds interesting enough. Plus, Theo's new girlfriend will be there."

You nearly upset your pumpkin juice.

"Girlfriend? When did that happen?"

Something in your voice must have given your true feelings away from the way Ivy squinted at you suspiciously. You pulled a face. It seemed convincing enough.

"It's all very new," Ivy said a tad bit sternly. "They met at Davies' party a while back and, well, they fancied each other, so -"

You snorted.

"What, is he blackmailing her?"

Ivy frowned at you. "Don't snark," she rebuked. "It isn't nice. She's a regular daisy, you'll see."

Yeah. Sure. You piled some more mashed potatoes onto your plate.

"Has anyone checked her for brain damage? Look - I'm not even snarking, I'm genuinely concerned for her wellbeing - "

“I don’t understand how this is supposed to work,” Mattheo was saying as the two of you walked over the makeshift Muggle basketball court someone had fashioned out of one of the disused storerooms in the dungeons. He and the rest of the Slytherin boys were wearing matching fluorescent green mesh vests to distinguish themselves from the Gryffindor team, engaged in some deadly serious discussion. A part of you wondered if you should mention that muggle sports weren’t generally meant to be as fatal as Quidditch.

As usual, Theo looked bored to death by the conversation. "We've been over this a hundred times. You dribble the ball -"

"Yeah, right," Mattheo vehemently said. "Like this thing's coming up if I throw it down. What do you take me for, an idiot?"

Theo pinched the bridge of his nose, oddly reminscent of the way you did when you felt a migraine coming on.

"Remember the tennis ball, Matty? The fuzzy, green one?"

"That's different. That thing was tiny, and bouncy. This thing's heavy. It's the size of my head. No, a quaffle. No, a -"

"Then what do you think is going to happen?" Theo interrupted irritably.

“Stick to the ground, obviously. Watch - "

As seasoned as the lot of you had become in anticipating Mattheo's often highly dangerous impulses, this one came entirely out of left field. Theo yanked him back by his vest, but it was too late. He slammed the basketball down and it ricocheted back up almost immediately, punching him right in the nose. Mattheo swore loudly, and the last thing you saw before you looked away was an awful amount of blood.

Even after Enzo took him to the Hospital Wing, once Theo had sufficiently plugged his nose with obscene amounts of tissue, things did not improve for the team. About halfway through the game, an unfortunate scuffle between some of the players left Draco curled up in a ball, grimacing as he clutched his knee. Theo winced, running over to where Draco was doing a rather poor job of concealing his pain.

"Oh, that's so Teddy," Margaret gushed to you, "always stopping by to help anyone in need. Isn't he such a gentleman?"

You nodded stiffly, your slight smile frozen on your face, willing Ivy to hurry back with the snacks and drinks she had left for. After she had introduced the two of you to each other, you decided that Margaret was a perfectly pleasant person, even if she wasn't the type of friend you typically sought out. If anything, you were more confused than ever about what she was doing, hanging around a guy as bitter as Theo.

However, one thing that truly bothered you was the odd remark here or there that revealed her grossly inaccurate perceptions of him, such as this one. You thought back to just last week when you had tripped in front of him on one of the Shifting Staircases, your books tumbling down into the recesses of the stairwell. He had stopped by you, alright. Stopped to point and laugh, that is.

"Honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend. He's really sweet," Margaret finished.

Your eyes nearly fell out of your head.

"Sweet?"

Just in time, Ivy hurried over, gently pulling you away with some half-hearted excuse.

"O-kay, I think that's enough bonding for today."

"Sweet," you echoed weakly as you limply allowed yourself to be carted away, the appalled expression still on your face. "She thinks he's sweet." Euch.

But Ivy wasn't paying attention to you anymore. "How bad is it?" she asked, as the two of you neared the cluster around Draco.

"Bad," Ivan replied, gingerly pressing Draco's knee. "He definitely needs to see Madam Pomfrey. No way he'll be able to play any more today, and we're out of reserves, so we're a man short." He turned, motioning to the Gryffindor players scattered across the field that the game was over.

"Damn. I'll take him to the hospital wing, I've been meaning to check on Mattheo too. Meg, you'll help me, won't you?"

With a little difficulty, the three of them limped along once they had pulled Draco's arms over their shoulders. One of the Gryffindor players approached the crowd, picking up on what was happening after a glance at Draco.

"What about the game?"

Theo rolled his eyes. "We'll rematch, you nitwit."

You went back to your seat, trying to figure out what to do with Ivy's refreshments. Once it was clear that the game was over, the last of the players and the scanty audience filtered out of the room.

"What gives?"

You pulled your gaze back to the lone Slytherin player left, in a blood-spotted mesh vest. Your least favourite player. You could slap that on a T-shirt - not that you wanted to cheer for him. Merlin, no. Cheer against him, maybe. You wouldn't wish it on your worst enemy - which, coincidentally, happened to be him. You momentarily abandoned your musings as you returned to the real world, noticing the expectant look on his face.

"Hm?"

Theo spread him arms out and shrugged in a helpless sort of manner.

"I don't get it, L/N. What do you want from me?

You stared at him blankly. "...what are you talking about?"

He scoffed half-heartedly, like he was too upset to put any real heat behind it.

"I have this amazing new girlfriend that everyone loves." He tossed the ball away with a defeated air. "Everyone, except you."

The words stung. You stuck your chin out defiantly.

"Why do you care so much about what I think?"

"Why can't you just be happy for me?

"I just want you to be honest."

Theo's eyebrows shot up. "Honesty? That's what this is about?"

That's what it had always been about, you wanted to say. You sniffed nonchalantly, rearranging the pleats of your skirt.

"I don't think it's fair to Margaret that you're selling her some lie just to -"

"You think I'm lying to her?"

He kept his voice cool, almost offensively neutral. You rolled your eyes. "I know you are."

Theo was quiet after that, as if mulling over what you had said.

"So," he pressed after a moment, slowly walking towards you, forcing you to crane your head up to maintain eye contact, "you think I should be more transparent with her. That is...show her my unpleasant side."

You allowed yourself a brief smile. "Exactly."

"Be more rude to her."

"Yeah."

"Mock her."

You furrowed your brow slightly.

"Erm, sure."

"Insult her."

"I - what?"

"In short," Theo continued, as if you hadn't spoken, "you want me to treat her like I do you."

He tilted his head.

"Why is that? Do you feel...betrothed to me? Or, perhaps, you consider me your boyfriend? Since we're being honest, and all."

In that moment, you decided you never hated Theo more than you did then, with his domineering stances, condescending sneers, and caustically sarcastic remarks. You swallowed hard, your throat almost painfully tight as you felt the traitorous prick of tears behind your eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous," you muttered. But he wasn't being entirely ridiculous, was he? It was what made the whole thing all that more upsetting.

If he noticed you were teary-eyed, he didn't comment on it, as if it were disappointing. As if you were yet another disappointment in his book of unfairly high expectations. He straightened with a barely convincing air of nonchalance. If anything, he looked just as upset as you felt.

"Whatever, L/N. See you around."

[7ndipity]

He Forgets Your Birthday

Yoonig x Reader

Summary: You’ve always had a complicated relationship with your birthday, but Yoongi’s always there to comfort you. Until he isn’t.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: angst, comfort, swearing, suggestive at the end

A/N: Thanks to @coffeedepressionsoup for this request, I hope you like it!

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You never really liked your birthday.

For as long as you could remember, you could sense the looming feeling of dread and unease each year as the date drew closer. You don’t know what it was exactly, maybe it was because of how you were raised, maybe it was just a quirk of your personality, but whatever the reason, you could never shake the feeling of guilt, as if you were a burden to those around you.

Over the years though, you had been lucky enough to find a circle of people that, while they might not fully understand your feelings on the subject, made a point to make sure you felt special and remind you of how much they cared for you whenever that fateful day rolled around.

One of the best at this was Yoongi.

Yoongi had always had a particular knack for being able to read your emotions and understood your feelings about your birthday, he wasn’t exactly fond of his either, but that didn’t stop him from worrying whenever he noticed you growing more quiet and withdrawn as it approached.

He never pressured you to share what was going on in your mind in those times, but he always found little ways to let you know that he was there for you and to show how much he loved you.

It was never anything super elaborate; last year, the two of you just went to the movies, because he knew there was a particular film you’d been dying to see.

It never really mattered to you what you did though, so long as you were together, you were happy.

Though, time together had been rather hard to come by the past few months.

Yoongi had been busier than ever, traveling and working relentlessly in preparation for his new album. Most nights he was holed up at the studio til 2 or 3 in the morning working on songs.

You worried about him over extending himself, but he assured you that he had it all under control, that he was able to keep up with everything.

It was another one of those late nights at the studio as he sat hunched over his soundboard when the sound of his phone finally managed to break through his hyperfocus.

Glancing at his phone, he face pulled into a slight frown as he read the text notification from Namjoon.

“How’s Y/n?”

“Fine, I think. Why??” He sent back, confused by the random question.

“Idk, she just seemed a bit down earlier when I sent a happy b-day msg”

“Her birthday’s not till tomorrow-

”Oh fuck.” He swore out loud, checking the date on with a sink stomach as he realized his horrible mistake.

Jumping to his feet, he felt his heart drop again at the sight of the time on his phone screen.

10:02pm.

“Fuck.” He cursed again, nearly running down the hall to the elevators. He couldn’t believe he’d mixed up the days so badly. How could he have fucked up something like this?

Had you realized yet? Most likely, he hadn’t heard anything from you since your usual morning texts. You must’ve been so upset, how was he ever going to make up for this to you?

He practically ran up the stairs to your apartment, knocking frantically on the door and begging that you weren't so mad that you wouldn't answer.

As soon as you opened the door, he tackled you in a crushing bear hug.

“Yoongi, what-?”

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He mumbled into your neck.

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“Your birthday.” He felt you stiffen slightly.

Pulling away to look at you, his heart broke further as he noticed the faint redness around your eyes.

“I got the days mixed up, I thought it was tomorrow,” He explained guiltily. “I’m so sorry, Jagi.”

You looked down, nodding slowly.

“It’s okay.” You said softly, voice still somewhat croaky from your earlier bout of crying.

“It’s not, though. I should’ve been here.” He said, growing more upset with himself.

“You’ve been busy, I get it.”

“That's no excuse,” He said. “I still fucked up.”

“It’s fine, Yoongi, really.” You said tiredly, wanting desperately to just forget the whole thing.

“No, it isn’t-” He insisted, gripping onto your hand as you tried to draw away.

“Yoongi, please.” The last word comes out far more broken than you intended it to, betraying your true emotions that you’d been trying to stamp down all evening.

Before you could help it, the tears you had been trying to hold back broke free, dripping down your cheeks and onto your joined hands.

Yoongi instantly pulled you to his chest, hugging you tightly as he backed the two of you into your apartment.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Jagi.” He whispered over and over, softly stroking your hair as your tears dampened his shirt.

After a few minutes once your sobs quieted, he pulled back to see your face.

“Are you okay?” He asked gently.

You nodded.

He led you over to the couch, still keeping you close as you sat silently for a moment.

“Are you angry?” He asked quietly.

You shook your head, biting your lip.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” He pleaded, his dark eyes boring into your own.

You thought for a moment, taking a deep, steadying breath.

“I know that you love and care about me” You began slowly. “And I know you would never do anything to intentionally hurt me, but… not hearing from you, not even getting a text or something… I don’t know, it just kinda stirred up those old feelings and thoughts of how easily I could be forgotten, what if people don’t actually like me, what if they just tolerate me in their lives...”

Your voice was almost inaudible by the end, not wanting to fully admit the deprecating thoughts that were going through your mind.

Yoongi teared up at your words. He knew he’d asked, but hearing you say it aloud broke his heart; to know he’d scratched those old wounds and caused you to doubt yourself crushed him inside.

“Look at me,” He said seriously, turning to face you. “Those thoughts? Nothing could be further from the truth. You mean more to me than anything in the fucking world. I know I fucked up today, but I need you to know that there is nothing that could ever make me forget about you. You are the first and last thought in my mind every single day. Understand?”

You nodded, wiping away a few more stray tears that had slipped out.

“C’mere.” He pulled you into another tight embrace, kissing your temple. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You muttered, tucking your face in the crook of his neck.

“If you want, we could still do something? Try and enjoy the last couple hours of the day, at least?” He offered

You shook your head. “I just want to be with you.”

He nodded, shifting around on the couch and pulling you onto his lap, holding you close.

“I love you.” He whispered again, running his soothing hands over your hips.

“I know.” You said, equally soft, cradling his face in your hands as you drew him in to connect your lips.

He kissed you deeply, trying to channel just how much you meant to him through the action, hands coming up to hold your waist, pressing you even closer.

He would never hurt you like this again, he swore to himself, pressing you closer to him. He would do everything in his power to remind you how much you meant to him every chance he got.

You sighed, looping your arms around his neck as you let yourself drift in the feeling of him all around you, the scent of his cologne, the soft sounds that left him as his lips drifted down the expanse of your throat, the way his hips twitched beneath you when you tugged at his hair.

Suddenly, he tipped you back on the couch, coming to hover over you, breathing unsteady as he stared down at you with an intensity that made you shiver.

“Happy birthday, Y/n.”

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[sundrop-writes]

oo! I was just unsure of how you could do it for some of the characters but I trust you to come up with good scenarios, you’re always very creative with them.

So, could I ask for how you think teen wolf characters Stiles, Isaac, Lydia, & Derek would react to finding out reader is pregnant? (could be with their baby, or however else you think up bc ofc Lydia can’t get anyone pregnant 😂)

And no you are not alone. I really like pregnancy and baby fics, which is why I was wondering, but I was still a bit worried you weren’t up for it for this particular fandom! It’s very fun to read about having an imaginary family with my fav characters and the variety of diff scenarios that could lead to it.

'I'm sure you could come up with something good' - and the first time I read this message, I came up with something delightfully insane for Lydia. so strap in omg

I am also glad that I'm not the only one who likes pregnancy and kid fics!!! I think they are so much fun because it has elements of drama and fluff and caring. It's such a nice soup of emotions. I really hope you like what I have done here.

Teen Wolf requests are OPEN. Please read my Rules before requesting!

How would the pack react to finding out that you're pregnant with their baby?

Included: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, and Derek Hale.

Warnings: usually I do GN readers for reactions but this one called for fem!reader - the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina (and has the ability to get pregnant); in Lydia's section, the reader is a werewolf; mentions of the reader having typical pregnancy symptoms; sexual themes (baby making - duh), some sentences that could be considered smutty?; I think Isaac's part is the longest because we know I have a fucking soft spot for him; mentions of unprotected sex (again - duh); mentions of the abuse Isaac experienced from his father (not detailed); umm idk what else - generally mature themes? But no major warnings other than that.

Stiles would freeze up. He would be so unsure how to react to the information that for a while, he wouldn't react at all.

When the words came out of your mouth, he thought he had misheard you.

"Stiles, I - I'm pregnant."

"What?" He gaped in response.

"I'm pregnant." You affirmed gently.

He sat there, frozen with shock, and didn't say anything for a long time.

He was overwhelmed with too many thoughts and emotions. He wanted to be happy, but he felt like he wasn't ready for this. But he also wasn't ready for half the things that had happened to him in life so far - being kidnapped (more than once), having friends die or nearly die around him, being possessed by a thousand year old demon and fighting to be freed.

This was good, right?

It was you. He wanted you, he wanted everything that came with a life with you.

But it was so soon.

His dad was going to kill him.

"Stiles, say something, please-" You begged quietly, and when your eyes began to brim with tears, that broke him free from his horrible shock.

He couldn't stand to see you hurt. He jumped off the bed and swept you into a hug, holding you tight. Instinctively, you squeezed him back, seeking the comfort that always came from his touch.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry." He said, whispering into your neck. "I'm sorry, I know this is bad-"

"You think it's bad?" You posed in return, misconstruing his words. "So - so you don't want to keep it?"

His heart shook in his chest.

Of all the things he had been thinking, that was not one of them.

"No." He said sharply, pulling away from the hug to get a good look at your tearful face. Your features were still twisted with pain, and he absolutely hated it. "I just - I just meant that you're upset, and that's bad."

"Well - what about the pregnancy part?" You asked urgently. "What do you think about that part?"

"It's scary as hell." He answered honestly. Your lip quivered, and he rushed to say more. "But for once in my life, I think it's the good kind of scary, like - like roller coasters or scary movies where you know nobody actually gets hurt, or - or spicy hot wings." He rambled on. "I'm terrified, but I think this is gonna be amazing. There's nobody else that I'd rather have a baby with than you."

Saying the word 'baby' out loud made it all terribly real.

You gave him a wet, tearful smile, and then pulled him into a kiss.

Isaac would be upset and insecure.

After you told him, Isaac ran - he ditched out of your bedroom window, leaving you alone and tearful, and after you spent days in bed sobbing (your sadness likely multiplied by the pregnancy hormones), you would be determined to track him down. Even if he didn't agree to be a father, even if he didn't own up to it, at the very least, you needed to finish the conversation you had started. You needed closure - the end of the relationship, if that's what he wanted.

After days of him dodging you, you finally managed to catch him at Derek's loft. It was clear that he wanted to run again, but Derek's words about owning up to his responsibilities were ringing in his ears, and he decided that at the very least, he owed you an explanation. He would give you the conversation you so desperately wanted.

"What the fuck, Isaac?" You barked at him, tears edging in your eyes again at seeing him for the first time in a week. "What the hell is wrong with you? I-"

"You really want me to run down that fucking laundry list now?" He snapped, more bitter and rage fuelled than you had ever seen him. His voice caused chills down your spine. "Because I'm surprised it's taken you this long to notice one thing, let alone half of it!"

This was not the man who you had fallen in love with. This wasn't your sweet, loving Isaac. This wasn't the man who had taken you to bed, kissed over every inch of your body, made you so ripe with passion that something like a condom felt insignificant compared to the cosmos you saw in his eyes as he pushed his cock inside of you.

"Isaac, what are you talking about?" You asked, your voice small, barely edging above a whisper as you stared him down carefully, searching through his eyes - wondering if everything before this had just been an act to get you into bed.

All you saw boiling up inside of him was hurt, and it made you ache too.

"I don't expect you to know." He sighed fitfully, shaking his head.

You put a hand over your stomach, a protective instinct, and his gaze focused there. Regret splashed up inside of him, and he couldn't contain his next words.

"When you told me you were pregnant, did you expect the fucking sun to shine down and angels to sing and some fucking - Hallmark bullshit?" He questioned, clearly jaded.

You hadn't expected that, but you hadn't expected him to run away. Part of you expected him to be happy.

"I can't be happy about this." He told you, almost as if reading your mind. "I have shitty, horrible DNA. I'm a monster, Y/N." You gave him a puzzled look, and he continued. "I'm not talking about the werewolf thing - my father was a horrible person. You know that. I can't be around a kid. I can't have a baby. I can't risk it."

He said the last part softly, that terrible regret lacing his voice, and suddenly, in that moment, it all became crystal clear to you. He thought his father's abusive ways would be hereditary.

Your chest clenched with a horrible pain, and you wandered across the room toward him, and instinctively, he backed away from you.

"Don't." He said, continuing to eye your stomach sharply. You realized now that he thought he was protecting your baby by staying away from it, staying away from you.

You inched toward him again, this time managing to snag his hand, which you brought to place flat on your stomach. You were early in your pregnancy, not showing (your stomach not any different than it normally would be) - but something wolfish inside of him flared with protectiveness, something could sense that different thing about you. It was subtle, but he could feel and hear another heartbeat under his palm. He wanted to run again, but feeling this, being so close - it caused him to relax against you, instinctively wrapping his other arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

"Isaac, you're nothing like your father." You told him quietly. "You're not going to hurt our baby-"

"But what if I do?" He argued, his voice cracking with fear.

"You won't." You assured him. "We both know that you won't."

Lydia would be shocked - in denial. Because - what the fuck is happening? This shouldn't be scientifically possible, right? Right?

At first, she was convinced that you cheated on her. She freaked out about that. She screamed at you, threw things. You cried because you hated that she was accusing you of such a horrible crime, even if you understood why (to an extent). She shouldn't be able to get you pregnant, so it was perfectly sane to think that you had cheated on her with a guy during the course of your relationship - even though you hadn't. This was crazy. This shouldn't be possible.

When you had first started feeling the symptoms - the nausea, the irritability, the generally off feeling, something that kept nagging at you and had all of your senses on edge, you hadn't even thought to take a pregnancy test. Even when you missed your period, you assumed that it was stress, not eating right... a laundry list of other things before you would have assumed this.

But then - Derek pulled you aside and asked why you smelled like that. He said the only other time he had smelled it was when he was much younger - before the fire, when one of his aunts was pregnant. You told him that it wasn't possible, and he told you that his nose never lied.

So - driven crazy by the thought, and believing it to be impossible, you peed on the stupid little stick. And then another, and then another, entirely in disbelief. And when you dumped a bunch of pee covered sticks onto Scott's Mom's kitchen counter, much to her horror, asking her if there was any way they could be wrong. She told you it was unlikely, but took you to the hospital to get you a blood test, and when it came back positive, she asked you who the father was.

She gave you that same fish-gaped mouth when you told her.

"Lydia." You sighed. "Lydia is the father. She's the only person I've ever had sex with."

And this left you and Lydia in Derek's kitchen with him and Stiles, with your positive blood test sitting in the middle of the counter, Stiles pouring over every book he could find on the subject - all of you irritably confused.

"How?" Lydia gaped, still in shock. "How?"

"I don't know." Derek shrugged. "You tell me."

"And - and you didn't cheat on me?" Lydia asked you, still believing this to be the most logical answer.

"Yes." Derek answered, cutting you off. "She's not lying. That much I can tell you."

You were glad that he backed you up on this, but it still left everyone confused and searching for answers.

"Look, okay, Lydia - you survived the Alpha bite, you have some weird immunity." Stiles said, pausing between his frantic page flipping. "Maybe... this is what happens when you have sex with a werewolf?"

Lydia scoffed and you hid your face in your hands with embarrassment. You wondered if it had something to do with the full moon. The last time - you had been so full of energy, pulsing with power as the moon came to its fullness overhead, and you had pinned her down, spent hours rubbing your cunt raw against hers. But you never thought that anything the two of you did could result in a pregnancy.

"Maybe it would help if you tell me exactly what you two did?" Stiles suggested - he was thinking of it from a theoretical, scientific standpoint, not realizing how perverted this sounded until after it left his lips.

"Really?!" Lydia glared at him.

You picked up a nearby vase and threw it at him without hesitation, and he dodged it, causing it to smash against the wall behind his head, disintegrating into dust.

"Okay, bad idea!"

"Just shut up and keep reading."

Derek would be intensely protective. From the second the words came out of your mouth, the entire axis of his world shifted. Everything became about you and protecting you and your unborn baby.

"Derek, I think I'm pregnant."

Everything suddenly made sense. The change in your scent, the odd way you had been acting, the fact that you had been sick recently.

He couldn't contain the deep, feral growl he let out - the way his eyes lit up as the news fully overtook him. The flash of red made you mistake him as angry, and your entire body sagged.

"Look, I'm sorry, but this isn't just my fault-" You hissed sharply at him, and he cut you off by sealing his lips over your own, smothering you in an intense, hot, confusing kiss.

Of course he knew that it wasn't 'just your fault'. The two of you had sex plenty of times, but if he wasn't mistaken, he remembered the night vividly well-

You thought it would be funny to tease him by tempting him with a chase through the woods, and it ended with you stomach down in a clearing, your cheek pressed against the dirt while he fucked into you roughly from behind, growling warnings in your ear, telling you not to tease him again. (Which only made you want to do it again, and again.)

"Don't be sorry, moonflower." He mumbled against your lips, using his nickname for you. "Don't ever be sorry about this."

The passion that overtook his voice sent chills down your spine. You were speechless.

"Derek?" You questioned, a quiet chirp that almost died off in your throat.

"From now on, you don't leave my sight, do you understand me?" He said, gently running his knuckles across your face, as sweet and soothing as you had ever seen him.

Before, he had been subtle in his protection of you. Reaching over to snap on your seatbelt before you could do it yourself, always putting an arm around you, especially in the face of danger, making sure that he walked in front of you if thought there might be a threat around. He had never been this outright passionate about his protection of you before.

But he would never risk the life of his unborn child - he would never let anybody come between him and the woman who was going to mother that child. It was a sacred bond now.

"Yes, of course." You couldn't help but to agree.

Then, Derek surprised you when he knelt down in front of you, placing his forehead on your stomach and gently closing his eyes as if partaking in the solitude of prayer. Which, he was - uttering silent promises to your unborn child, worshipping at the altar of the powerful, beautiful woman who was going to bring that baby into this world.

It left you speechless once again, and all you could do was run your fingers through his hair, further adding to his peace.

[tan1shere]

Are We Still Friends

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: thought I'd do some angst again cuz im in the mood for it turday - I don't know if there's a happy ending tho... SORRY !

Summary: she didn't mean to hurt you, never wanted to. But she ended up doing so. Badly and unfixable.

Warnings: ANGST ! No happy ending, idk if there's anything else ?? Get tissues babes

Masterlist

She wasn't herself recently and it worried you, knowing her past. But it wasn't exactly like that. You began to think that at first when she started isolating from you. But then you saw how cold she had gotten. You started to wonder if it was you, who had upset her. But you've never done anything except love her. She had been out all day, like she has been alot recently. You understood because she has to work ofcourse, but it was always later in the evening when she got home.

You two were seated for some dinner, things being silent like usual. You watch her mess around with the food, not making eye contact with you. "So, how was your day?" She shrugs. "It was alright." She replies. Her tone dry as anything. Your heart picks up in speed, not liking this side of her. It was not only worrying but frightening you. What had you done, what had anyone done to upset her this much?

Whenever you'd ask if she was ok, you'd just get a hum in reply. But it was far from reassuring your concern for her currently. So you ask her properly tonight, usually leaving it be whenever she'd hum. "Baby are you sure you're ok, you've just been so off recently." Her eyes look up at you slightly for a second, then immediately back at her food. "I'm fine." You're surprised by the full answer. "Are you s-" "I said. I'm fine." Your heart sinks at the way she talked to you, was she angry?

"Oh, ok." You slowly grab your plate, going to put it in the sink without another word. That is, until she speaks up. "I'm sorry." She sighs. But you just think it's best to leave her right now, heading up to your bedroom. "Baby." She says timidly, still holding a slight anger in her voice. You knew something was clearly going on, and all you wanted was for her to talk to you. Or atleast figure out what was happening. Is She tired? Did you say or do something? Or maybe you hadn't said or did something.

It was eating at you, stressing you out. All you wanted was for your true love to be ok. It's all you've ever wanted. You couldn't work properly, it invading your mind like a bad smell. All you wanted was to get home and sleep, especially with her. But that also died down along with her happy vibe. No cuddles at all, you felt unlovable. Her mood was killing your own, and causing all your friends to notice. But that was the thing. She seemed to be semi ok with them, still having a tense tone.

But actually making an effort to talk. Maybe it was you, maybe you weren't as interesting anymore. Maybe she'd grown from you, was she getting over you? Night time rolls around after a long, long day. You get into bed, her not long after. Immediately going to get some sleep. "Night baby." You said, softly. "Night." Again, dry. Desert dry. You sigh, turning over on your side. Facing her but closing your eyes. You hadn't noticed, but she was looking at you. The guiltiest look on her face.

A few weeks past and nothings changed. She's still in the same exact mood. It made you wonder if it will always be like this. You were at work currently, going to scroll on your phone while on your break. You lean back in your chair observing. When you see a particular photo. One that made your heart sink. You look at it carefully. But you didn't want to, you wanted to puke. It was Billie, she was kissing another girl. You were trying to rack your brain on when and where this happened.

The caption said "Billie with - some girl." Your brows furrow. Her fans knew about you, you didn't know exactly how well but when you opened the comments it was clear.

'That doesn't look like Y/n'

'Did Billie cheat'

'That isn't her girlfriend'

'Who is she kissing'

You had the exact same thoughts, except there was more of them. Flooding your mind. "Who is she." "Whyd she do this." How could she, you really didn't want to believe it. She would never. Your heart sinks further realizing that it was you. But at the same time it wasn't. She cheated on you. You were still in pure shock, deciding to go home early.

You doubted she had even seen the photo, she hardly ever went on her phone these days. But then that got you thinking, the only time she did was at night. But she'd only go onto text messages, you know. Because her phone would constantly ding. You figured it would be Finn, or a family member. Or even another friend. But now you were starting to think otherwise. You plop down on your bed when you finally get home. Staring at the ceiling.

You thought it over long and hard, and you were picking between confronting her and getting it over with or letting her come clean. But it's been so long you worry she wouldn't. Did she care? But you couldn't bear it, the thought of loosing her. And if you confront her that would be the result. You just hoped deep down she'd come clean and you could try working this out. Right?

The door opens hours later, you see her placing her phone down on the nightstand. "Hey, what're you doing back early?" She asks. "Didn't feel too great at work today." You reply, turning over. "Oh, sorry." You knew she said that to be somewhat sympathetic, but in a way it's as if she was apologizing for more. You shrug slightly, just wanting to take another nap. "Me and Finn finally got done with something we had been struggling on for months." She says a tad bit happier than she had been.

You nod. "That's good, Bills." Now it was your turn to be dry, she wanted to leave you be. Noticing your mood. Going down to the living room. You look over at her phone that she had left, considering looking at it. Was that wrong.. you don't even know if you can trust her after the photo, you were almost certain you'd find what you really hoped not to find on there. When it dings. You just had to, reaching over to grab it.

She hadn't changed her password. Did she think shed get away with it or something? Did she want to just pretend it never happened? All these new questions in your head overflowing. You go to the message and it was from a girl, that girl who was feeling her up at a party way back. You knew Billie didn't like her and found her to be very annoying. What changed? Billie was always a kind person to everyone, never mean to anyone's face. Especially considering this girl was friends with some mutual friends.

But not that friendly. You felt your eyes water, thinking of what to do. You read more of the messages. Reading one of Billies saying to leave her alone in the end. Did she regret it? Why hadn't she told you if so. You bite your bottom lip, feeling the tears pour. 2 years wasted. Down the drain. That was all you could think now. How much of a waste this whole thing was. Slight anger rises in you. Not much because you never got angry, but this. This was the thing to be mad about.

You walk downstairs, little scared for what's about to come. She was sitting on the sofa, when you let her phone fall into her lap. Her head looks up at you, confused as anything. Her eyes move to her phone seeing what was on it. Her head instantly looks at you again, noticing the tears. "Baby-" "Don't. Baby me. You don't have any right to call me that. When you've hardly been doing such for a few months. Why start now." She was stunned to say the least. Even though she shouldn't be, she knew you'd find out eventually. But she honestly hoped it'd fade away and that you wouldn't have to.

"Please let me-" "Explain?" You finish. "Theres nothing to explain. You've been talking to this girl for God knows how long. Kissed her!" She didn't realize you knew that. "How'd.." You scoff slightly. "When you're famous Billie. Cameras never leave you. I saw on one of your fans accounts." She sighs, cursing to herself. Now she really felt guilty. She had been this whole time and wanted to tell you. She just never knew how and decided to forget it all. "It was a mistake." You chuckle. "Yeah, a massive fucking one." Her hands go to grab your shoulders as she quickly gets up.

You push her back. "No Billie, don't touch me. Please." The Please breaks her, she finally felt everything. All that she had been ignoring and pushing down until she didn't feel as guilty. That was truly pointless now. "Ba- Y/n. Just let me tell you what really happened." You shake your head. "How am I suppose to trust you. You've been lying to me this whole time." She nods. "I know I know, I don't know why I didn't just tell you. I should've." - "You're a liar. You're a fucking cheat." You go to leave the room. But she goes after you.

"Let me talk, please." You turn to look at her. "What's there to say? That it was an accident. You had been drinking, she came onto you. And that you were intoxicated so you obviously couldn't stop her. Did I miss anything?" She looks at you, that was half true. "Just let me-" "No, save it. Because if it's remotely close to what I just said I don't want to hear it." You go over to the closet. "I had been drinking, and no that's no excuse. I was trying to get away from her. I promise." Your tears come back. That promise was broken to you.

"I have no excuse for what I did. And I should've told you but I didn't, because I was trying to protect you. I didn't want to hurt you especially with how work had got you. I couldn't, I decided to when things eased. Then it started weighing on me. I felt miserable because it was all I was thinking of. The fact I hurt you, the second she kissed me." You grab a suitcase as she waffles on. Her eyes filled with worry. "You have to believe me, I know you won't but please. Please." It had been forever since you heard any emotion in her voice. And now it was need, desperation. "I cant stop you." You say sadly.

She looks at you confused. "I don't like her at all." You shrug again. "I don't know what to believe at this point." You pack a few things, starting to fully sob now, feeling shakey. She comes over going to gently touch your arm. "N-no." You attempt to move her. "Stop." But she now cries ever so slightly, bringing you into a hug. You wanted none of it. But with your weak state, your pathetic hits to her chest were doing nothing. You did need comfort right now but she was the last person you wanted it from.

When you muster up some courage you push her away. Scurrying with the suitcase down the stairs. You needed to get away. You had to.

"Are we still friends?.."

You don't say another word, knowing you both knew the answer to her question. It was the end you just couldn't keep doing this anymore. You didn't want to hurt. This was the only option for now. Closing the front door...

Maybe thats the sign it just wasn't meant to be.

Can't say goodbye..

Can't say goodbye.

[moneymartin]

okau i know u already did these but can u do more nsfw hcs for nika???

✧.* - smutty nika hcs

warnings: this whole thing is literally smut sooo… 18+

afab!r

a/n: im havin fun with these ngl… if anything is repeated from the og hcs im sorry!!!! got carried away and some of my thoughts r sprinkled around here

MUNCHHHHHH

she gets off on eating you out i swear

nika got a pussy eater jaw too

i think its because you squeeze your thighs around her head

she likes it

i said this the last time but your pleasure matters more to her than her own

100% a titty girl like i can see it

LOVE LOVE LOVESSS THEM

like during sex she’ll cup them any chance she gets

an ass girl too

stares at em in public w no shame and grabs at your butt when she can 😭

veryyy vocal

lots of huffing and puffing when it comes to her

whiner and whimperer when she hears you getting more comfortable abt the noises you’re making

loves when you moan her name don’t even get me started

grunts too fosho

i think she’d talk in croatian too and it turns you AWNNNNNNNN

“ljubavi” “moj anđele” “dušo” “dobra cura”

dirty talks in croatian too but idk how to translate that.

she’d dom half of the time but if you wanna dom she’ll gladly oblige

strap game is crazy

totally does that thing where she teases you really slowly then js plunges into you

😩😩😩😫

never rough unless asked but if she’s angry or upset she’ll go WILLDDDDD

call me crazy but she’d def like it if you bit…

i think she’d be the hardest teaser ever

esp in public.

if you’re really feeling it when you two are out she can tell

its like her superpower

uses it against you too cs she doesn’t wanna let you get it easy

her fingers are running up and down your thighs and shes always getting sooo close it fucks you up every time

she gets you WET w one touch its actually crazy

if you were touch deprived it’d be even worse too like if she brushed her lips up against you and breathed on your skin js a lil you’d FREEAK

freak as in you’d be SOOOOAKKED

please tell me you guys think she’d wanna film sex tapes

JUST FOR YOU TWO ONLY THO

she a secret freak for those

i think arguments would lead into rlly fucking hot angry sex

but she initiates the intimacy first after bc she knows you’re def not gonna be in the mood to do so

honestly it starts w really small touches to the arm while you two yell back and forth

the next thing you know you two are fucking on the kitchen counter 😭

or she has to literally manhandle you onto the bed and fucks you there instead 🥸

uses the strap durin that too u can’t tell me otherwise

i think if you got really horny in public out of nowhere she’d take care of it for you IMMEDIATELYYYY

the family restrooms.

or the car

CAR SEX IS HER THINGGGGG ALSO

you guys could be in the car while on a roadtrip and she’ll find a way to sneak a hand onto you to make you feel good 🤫

def eats you out in the backseat too

say its your first time

definitely takes it as slowwww as you need her to be

offers to just use her hands or something first so that you get used to it

but if you wanna like go rlly far for the first time she’ll do it for sure as long as you’re comfy

she loves when you touch her abs it turns her on 😫

makes you ride em for sure cs she fucking loves when they’re glistening in your cum

makes you lick it up CLEAN after too w your tongue

WOW WHATS WRONG WITH ME OMG

she’s a switch

power bottom and soft dom

super slow when she tops you

but she lovesss when you’re riding her strap too its her fav thing next to the ab riding

ouhhhh she loves eye contact

her eyes r so beautiful like

they get all predatory when she’s fucking you its so sexy

also when she gives you the fuck me eyes i think she means it in the opposite way

meaning she wants to fuck you

cowgirl is her fav position don’tttt play

again shes a titty girl

she loves looking at them bounce.

she doesn’t bother to get fully undressed cause it shows she cares more about you

okay im done thanks.

[httpsdana]

hey lovee! idk if you’ve seen that tiktok trend where the sibling is like rude to their brother’s girlfriend to see their reaction!

Could you write something like that with marc bernal, if you don’t write about him maybe with pau cubarsi or pedri!🥰

Little Test~Marc Bernal

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: I really hope this one is the one you're talking about ❤

The Bernal household was buzzing with excitement on New Year's Eve. Marc had invited his girlfriend to his family's traditional New Year’s dinner, and she was nervous but also excited to meet his loved onesMarc had been constantly talking about how much his family would love her, but little did he know, tonight she was going to have a bit of fun—at his expense.

She'd made a plan with Toni, Marc’s older brother, to prank Marc during dinner. The plan? Toni would be rude to her, making snarky comments, while she'd act upset to see how Marc would react. She was hoping for a protective and possessive response, but she wasn't sure how far they could push him.

The food laid out in plates at the table as the family gathered around. Marc sat beside y/n, his hand resting lightly on her knee. He smiled at her as his parents talked warmly to her, and Toni gave her a cheeky smile from across the table, ready to play his part.

As everyone began digging into their plates, Toni shot her a look and decided it was time to begin their little game.

"Are you really going to eat all that?" he asked, his eyes scanning her plate with a smirk. "that's a lot of food don't you think?"

She tensed up, feigning a wince as she gazed down at her plate. She spoke gently, trying to portray her feelings in her voice, "Excuse me?"

Marc immediately glanced at her, furrowing his brow. "Toni," he remarked abruptly, his voice already threatening. "What’s your problem?"

Toni leaned in and spoke louder so that everyone could hear him. "No, seriously," he said. "I don't believe she needs so much food. Do you not believe that you've had enough?"

Without looking directly at Marc, she lowered her head to her dish and started to gently move her food around on your plate.

Even though it was all fake, she wanted the hurt to look real, and it was nearly true now. She allowed herself to be disappointed and possibly sad.

Marc’s hand quickly reached for hers, his grip tightening as his eyes narrowed at Toni. "Toni, shut up," he said, his voice tight with anger. "What the hell is your problem?"

Toni just shrugged, clearly enjoying the anger he was causing from their little prank. "What?" he replied, his tone mocking. "I'm just saying she doesn't need to eat all that, do you?"

Marc turned to her, his face softening, but his irritation still obvious. "Are you okay, amor?" he asked quietly, rubbing her hand in soothing circles under the table.

She nodded gently, tears welling up in her eyes, but he didn't need to know just yet that they were fake. She sniffled, looking down at her plate again. "I’m fine," she whispered, making sure to sound hurt.

The table fell into an awkward silence as everyone noticed Marc's growing frustration with his brother. His parents exchanged surprised glances, clearly wondering why Toni was being so rude, but Marc was still focused on her only.

"Don’t let him get to you," Marc said, his voice softer now. "I’m sorry about him"

But Toni wasn’t finished yet. He was clearly enjoying Marc’s growing anger and decided to push him more. "I’m just looking out for her, Marc," he said, leaning back in his chair. "It’s not like she needs all that food. It’s a lot for someone with her... figure."

She glanced at Marc after this comment, still pretending to be upset, and he noticed. His eyes narrowed, and he stood up abruptly, slamming his hand down on the table.

"Alright, that’s enough!" Marc’s voice was loud, and everyone went silent, startled by his sudden outburst. "Toni, shut up! you don’t get to talk to her like that. You’re crossing a line."

Toni sat up straighter, his face a mix of surprise and amusement. "Relax, I’m just messing with her," he said, though there was a small twitch of guilt in his expression and how he made his brother angry.

But Marc wasn’t having it. "I don’t care if you’re messing around, Toni. Don’t ever talk to my girlfriend like that again," Marc said, his voice firm, his eyes fierce as he turned to her immediately. "Are you okay, baby?"

She blinked surprised, still pretending to be upset, giving a small nod. "Yeah…," she whispered.

Toni shifted uncomfortably in his chair, but Marc wanted to make sure his girlfriend felt comfortable again. His hand was now on her arm, rubbing it gently. He kept glancing at his brother, visibly angry.

Toni sat there, his expression shifting from smug to sheepish. It was clear he didn’t expect Marc to get so upset.

Just as the silence stretched on, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as she looked at Marc’s confused face. "Marc, I’m so sorry" she said between giggles. "We were just messing with you!"

Toni immediately joined in, unable to contain his laughter either. "It’s just a prank, hermano. She wanted to see how you’d react."

Marc blinked, his anger quickly fading into disbelief. His jaw dropped as he stared between his girlfriend and his brother, trying to process what had just happened. "dumbasses" he muttered, shaking his head.

y/n couldn’t stop laughing at Marc's expression. "You should have seen your face, Marc" she said, still laughing. "You were ready to strangle Toni right there"

Marc let out a frustrated sigh, but then a smile tugged at his lips despite himself. "You guys are so stupid," he said, though there was no real heat behind his words. "I really thought you were upset."

Toni clapped Marc on the back, still grinning. "I told you he’d get all protective. That was priceless."

Marc shook his head again, rubbing the back of his neck, a grin spreading across his face. "I can't believe you two" he said, trying to hide his smile. "don’t ever pull something like this again on me."

She leaned into him, still laughing softly. "Come on, Marc," she teased, kissing his cheek. "That was fun don't deny it"

Marc raised an eyebrow at her. "To you maybe not to me" he said, his voice softening. "But next time, no pranks, okay?"

Toni leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "What can I say? She had to test if Marc would really fight for her." He flashed a grin at Marc. "You passed the test, hermano."

Marc’s eyes softened as he looked at her. "I'd go to war for you, cariño," he said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

She smiled, still feeling the rush of adrenaline from the prank. "that's good to know," she said, leaning in to kiss him.

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[howdoyouknowaboutgandalf]

I knew her once.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2k-3k ish

Disclaimer! Apologies for any grammatical errors or repetitive verbiage.

Background (NOT CANON): Bucky is brought back to the Avengers compound after the events of CATWS

Plot summary: Bucky is slowing coming too again, remembering himself, remembering Steve. He feels a strange, magnetic connection to a woman who recently joined the Avengers, Y/n, a super soldier, like Steve and himself. Unbeknownst to him, Steve and the woman know exactly why Bucky feels connected to her.

Based on this anon:

Written in both readers and Bucky’s pov.

*Thoughts are in italics*

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Y/n’s POV

March 1st, 1945

Two months. Two months since Bucky was killed in action. Two months a widow. Two months since I asked Erksine to make me like Steve, to make me useful. What good am I if I let Bucky’s death be for nothing? That's how I ended up on this bomber. Steve is on the radio with a woman, but I only caught a snippet, of Steve saying, “There isn’t going to be a landing.”, and “I’ve gotta put her in the water.”. This is it. This is the end of Schmidt’s plan. If only Bucky could know. Floating in my mind, are Bucky’s last words to me, “I will see you soon, I love you.”. Now I know he was right, I will see him soon. I see the water now. See you soon my love.

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Fall 2014

It has been three years since Steve and Y/n were found in the ice. In the time since then, they have found adjustment to modern times. Both have been recruited to the Avengers, and are living in the compound. Bucky, who Steve found as the Winter soldier, has been brought to the compound is well. When the news was broken to Y/n, she refused to believe it. It took a while, a lot of convincing that it was him, for her to finally accept that it was Bucky. He has been in quarantine while doctors work with him to remember who he is, and it’s established that he is safe to be around. They have decided on a day for him to be integrated with the group, for him to start adjusting; tomorrow.

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Y/n’s pov

After a meeting about Bucky, how to address him, talk to him, and make him feel comfortable, I went to find Steve.

“Steve? Can I talk to you?” He turned around to face me, “Of course. Are you alright?”, he responded. “I’m… okay. I was going to mention something to you, about Bucky.” Steve nodded for me to continue. “I think we should keep me and Bucky’s past from him until he adjusts, and maybe never at all. I think it should be up to him to remember, and if he doesn’t, then we can start over. I know he has seen you, and remembers you, but he doesn’t know me. And truthfully, I don’t know him anymore either. I don’t think it’s a good idea to bring it up.” Steve pauses for a moment, taking in what I said before asking, “Are you sure you can handle that? Pretending you don’t know him?”. It’s not about me, it’s about Bucky. I reminded myself. “Yes. I can.” I say it more to myself than to Steve. “I won’t mention it.”, he seems upset to say it. “Thank you, Steve.”

The next day…

I saw Bucky in passing, on the way to his newly established quarters. I couldn’t bring my eye to really look at him. Steve wants to bring him to us individually, to introduce us to him. I don’t know if I can handle it. Steve told me a few hours ago, so I can only assume my turn is coming. Maybe if I hide out in my room, Steve won’t bring him here, I thought moments before two gentle knocks on my door. “Y/n? May we come in?” Damn it Steve. I said yes anyway. “Stay out here for a minute, okay?”, I hear Steve say quietly. Steve came in the room, pushing the door behind him, “I want you to know what to expect. He hasn’t really spoken to anyone but me today. He mostly nods, but I think he is making progress. Can I go get him now?” I could only nod. Steve turned to the door and stepped outside for a second. I stood up, smoothing my hair, which got a little messy from me pulling on it in my prior stressed state. Soon, they both entered. Steve began to introduce me, “Bucky, this is Y/n. She is enhanced, like we are. But what’s really enhanced is her baking skills”, he chuckled. Bucky’s face remained the same, lips not even twitching. Steve continued talking, but I stopped paying attention to examine the man standing in front of me. He looked like himself, but there was so much about his appearance that was odd to me. The bags under his eyes, is outgrown hair, he was taller than I remember, broader. His demeanor was the most off-putting, unmoving, almost frightened appearance, shy even. That’s not my Bucky, I remember thinking. After Steve had finished his rant, I let out a small, “It’s nice to meet you.”, to which Bucky barely nodded. Then they left the room. All I could do was break down. They had broken him. That wasn’t my husband, my charismatic, confident, happy husband.

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Bucky’s pov

Steve led me away from the woman, Y/n’s, door. There was something about her that was comforting to me, familiar. Steve said it was late, and took me to my room. I lied down in my bed, too soft, I couldn’t sleep. I thought about the woman, how she reminded me of someone.

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A few weeks later

Bucky has started opening up to Steve more, remembering. Natasha has even gotten him to speak to her a little, and she would even call them friends. Y/n has kept her distance. Afraid to be alone with him, to be upset. Bucky still thinks about her often, still perplexed by her.

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Bucky’s pov

It’s evening, and I headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Entering the hallway, I hear humming, a pleasant sound, but a tune I didn’t recognize. I turned the corner, and Y/n was there, leaning over the stove.

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Y/n’s pov

I was in the kitchen, making myself a grilled cheese, bland, I know, but it reminds me of simpler times. I heard footsteps, so I looked over my shoulder. It was Bucky. This is the first time I will have been in a room alone with him since he came to live here, since ‘45 even. I couldn’t bring myself to just ignore him. I turned to find him by the sink, filling a glass of water. He was dressed simply, comfortably, in an era of clothes I had never seen him in. It was surreal, and strange. “Hi.”, I said softly. Bucky turned to face me, and I could tell he tried to smile at me, but all he managed was a twitch on the left side of his mouth. “I was making myself some dinner.”, I spoke, and Bucky nodded once in response. “Are you hungry?”, I asked him. Why am I still talking? I thought. Bucky shrugged. Again, I couldn’t stop myself from talking, “Can I make you a sandwich?”. I figured if I asked if he wanted one, he would say no. To my surprise, he shook his head yes. I smiled, “I’ll get to it.” It only took a minute to make, and he just stood quietly by the sink. After I had finished making them, I plated his, and handed it to him. He let out a “thank you” so small I thought I just imagined it. This time, it was my turn to only nod in response. He took his sandwich down the hall, back to his room. I’m making progress.

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Bucky’s pov

I sat on my bed, looking at the empty plate. I still can’t get her out of my head. Who is she? She was kind to me. Something about her is drawing me in. I want to be around her. She makes me feel human.

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Y/n’s pov

It’s been a week since I was in the kitchen with him. Every day since, Bucky has been around. He’s still silent. Sometimes I go to common area, and he just appears. I’m working on interacting with him, treating him normally. I try to only ask him yes or no questions, I don’t want to push him. Today is my day to go downstairs and train with Steve. Maybe I can talk to him about all this, ask about Bucky’s progress.

“Hey Steve.”, I said as I bounded into the gym. I look forward to my days in the gym with Steve. “Good morning.”, he seemed happy to see me too. We started with sparring, which went fine, as usual. Then we moved to the bags, Steve was using one while I took sips from my water. I felt all my questions about Bucky sitting on my tongue. “How is Bucky doing?”, I blurted out. Steve smiled faintly before responding, “He’s doing well. I can see a little bit of his old self slipping through. He seems to have taken well to you.”. What does he mean? I only looked at Steve with a bewildered expression. “He’s been looking for you recently, trying to be around you.”. I asked him if Bucky had told him that. “No,” he replied, “but I know him. Even after everything, he’s still Bucky.”. Tears filled my waterline. He may be Bucky, but he isn’t my husband anymore. Steve noticed I was upset, and came to sit next to on the bench. “He is starting to remember small things from our childhoods. Little details. Not the whole picture, but I think he is getting there. He will remember you. I know he will. And it doesn’t hurt that you look the same as you did 70 years ago.”, Steve finished with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. I wiped the few tears that had run down my face. I need Steve to be right.

I headed up to my room to clean up, maybe grab a book afterwards. On the way, I passed Bucky. And he smiled at me. That beautiful smile I missed so much. I almost stopped in my tracks. But I powered on and I continued to my room.

After showering, I realized how hungry I was, so I headed to the kitchen to scour the pantry. I had been looking for a few minutes. I heard footsteps, familiar ones. Bucky and I were in the kitchen again. “Hey Bucky.”, I said without turning around. He still didn’t say anything. I looked over my shoulder. “Am I in your way?” I asked. He shook his head no. He just kind of stood there by the counter next to the sink. Why is he in here then?

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Bucky’s pov

I don’t know why I’m in here. I heard her humming on the way from her room to the kitchen, and I followed her. I watched her grab a snack. She spoke to me again, “I think I’m going to go to the media room and watch a movie… you are welcome to come and join me.” I smiled at her and nodded. She walked away, to go to were she said. I waited a few minutes, and then I went to find her.

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Y/n’s pov

I was scrolling through movies after I made myself comfortable on the couch. Within a few minutes of me being in the media room, Bucky walked in. I really hadn’t expected him to, but he walked over and sat on a chair near the couch I was on. “Is this movie okay with you?” I asked after I settled on one. He showed a small smile and a nod. He stayed the whole movie.

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The silent charade of Y/n going about her business and Bucky always being near went on for a few weeks. The others in the compound were starting to notice, but no one mentioned it. Today the team had a weekly meeting, which led to a disagreement between Y/n and Tony. A small dispute, really not a big deal, but both ended up frustrated and quite loud. At some point, they had ended up standing across from each other, pointing and arguing. The whole thing was stupid, and Steve and Nat had just decided to let them duke it out.

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Y/n’s pov

“That whole thing is a terrible idea!” I yelled. Tony had unsurprisingly pissed me off earlier. I will however admit, that I got a little intense today. Tony yelled back at me, “You aren’t in charge! I am!”. This whole interaction had been going on for probably 20 minutes, but with this yell, Tony stepped closer to me to emphasize his point, not aggressively, but Bucky must have seen it differently. After Tony had walked closer to me and waved his hands in frustration, Bucky strode over and stood in between us with his back to me. He said nothing, but naturally, the fight fizzled out. Why did he do that? I was fine. Me and Tony were just taking, really. “You okay Bucky?”, I heard Steve say from across the room. Bucky nodded, and then walked out of the room. After I watched him leave, I said “Um, Steve? Can I talk to you in a bit?”. Steve looked equally confused to me, “Uh, sure.”.

Steve and I walked to my room. “Do you have any idea what that was?” Steve only shrugged. He opened his mouth and promptly closed it. “Can you go check on him maybe?” I was worried about him. “Yeah, I’ll go talk to him.” Steve replied.

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Bucky’s pov

“Buck? You okay?” I heard Steve say from outside my door. Before I responded, Steve opened the door and came in, and sat next to me. “I’m fine.” I replied. “What was that about?”he asked. I thought about it for a minute. “I don’t know. I thought he got to close.” Steve looked at me, “Too close to Y/n?” I nodded. “You wanted to protect her?” Steve started. I shrugged. “She seems so familiar.” I said. “Well of course she does Buck, we all live together.” Steve said, but he sounded almost uncomfortable. “Thats not what I meant. I feel like I’ve met her before this.” He said nothing back. I tried again, “Steve?”. “I don’t know what to tell you Buck.” he finally responded, but he wouldn’t meet my eye line as he said it. “Can you tell me more about her?” I questioned. “Why don’t you ask her?” Steve seemed dismissive. “Maybe I will.”

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A few days had passed, and though he still was always around, he didn’t inquire further about Y/n.

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Y/n’s pov

Bucky sat a few seats down in the media room. It was around dinner time. I was about to get up to make myself something to eat, when I decided to extend an invitation. “Hey, Bucky?” He looked up at me when I said it. “Wanna come eat dinner with me? I feel like cooking for two tonight.” I tried to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, even though to me, it was. Bucky looked at me for a moment, “Okay.” he said. This is only the second time he’s ever uttered a word to me. “Is pasta okay?” I asked him, that was what I had been planning to make anyway. “That sounds good.” he sounded shy. I buffered for a moment, because I couldn’t believe he said a full sentence. I just turned and headed toward the kitchen.

I was close to done with the pasta, and I heard a soft clank behind me. I turned to see Bucky setting down two plates next to each other. I offered to make him dinner, and he set the table. Maybe he is still my Bucky. My mind flashed back to all those years ago, when he set the table while I made dinner.

I plated the meal, and sat down next to him. “Thank you for setting the table.” I told him. “Thank you for dinner.” He replied, quietly. We began eating quietly. After a few minutes. I heard him clear his throat lightly. I looked over at him just before he asked, “Can I ask you a question?”. Shocked, I only nodded for him to go ahead. “How old are you?” What a strange question. “That’s a tricky question actually.”, I replied. He looked at me, and said nothing, like he was waiting for me to continue. So I did, “I was born in 1920. I went down in the bomber with Steve in ‘45. They found me in 2011. So I guess that makes me around 28.” Bucky’s fork hit his plate. He looked deep in thought. “What’s your last name?” Another weird question. I decided to be honest, try to introduce him to the whole truth. “My maiden name? Or my married name?”, I asked back. He looked at me before quickly replying, “Both.”. Here we go. “My maiden name is Y/l/n,” I paused, “and my married name was Barnes.” With that, I felt my face flush and tears burn my eyes. I got up to clear my plate, and walked quietly to my room.

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Bucky’s pov

I was right. I did know her once. It all came to me then. The pieces I was seeing of her, why she seemed familiar. She was my wife.

I needed to talk to Steve.

I was at his door. “Steve. I need to talk to you.”. Steve opened the door. He seemed nervous. “You knew.” I accused him, “why didn’t you tell me?”. Steve didn’t answer the question, he moved on to ask one of his own, “Did you remember?”. I felt my emotions bubbling. Tears started falling from eyes. I nodded at Steve, and he stepped over to allow me into the room. “I remember her. I remember our first date. I remember proposing. I remember the little wedding. But why didn’t you tell me?”, my voice cracked a l little towards the end. Steve looked near tears as well, “She wanted you to remember on your own. She wanted to give you a chance to start over.”

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Y/n’s pov

Why did I tell him that? That is the opposite of what I wanted to happen, how I wanted him to find out. I bawled on my bed for a while after dinner. I lost my husband years ago, only to find out he is alive, but he’s changed. He isn’t mine. Played like a mantra in my head, trying to remind myself and subsequently making me more upset. I was standing over my sink, splashing my face with cold water in attempts to calm down when I head a knock on my door. I went to open it without thinking about how much of a wreck I looked. It was Bucky. I couldn’t open my mouth to speak. He did in my stead, “I remember you.”. The tears started again. Looking at his tear stained cheeks, I resumed crying, hard. I stepped aside to sit on the edge of my bed, leaving the door open. I felt the bed dip beside me before I heard his voice again, “I remember missing you.”. I glanced over at him to see him crying again too. “I remember loving you.”. After he said that, a broken sob fell from my lips. I had nothing to say. I reached over, and gently took his right hand. We sat for a while, sniffling, tears still falling. Bucky was the first to speak, “I don’t want to start over.”. I smiled, wide, an ugly thing, all teeth and red cheeks and watery eyes. I finally had words. “I want to be your wife. And whatever that means for us now.” I leaned over and placed soft kiss on his cheek. He turned to me after that, taking his hand out of mine. His flesh hand cradled my jaw, a featherlight touch, his thumb lightly caressing my skin. He leaned in, and pressed his lips to mine, soft, a peck. He leaned back only an inch to say, “I want to be your husband.”.

He is my Bucky.

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hi! this was just a quick sunghoon thought idk if you'll be able to write anything with it but i thought i'd share anyway!

but imagine perv!hoon's gf noticed how busy he's been lately so she decides to come into his dorm and clean his room as a surprise. at the same time, hoon is on his way home from a really bad day at work in a not so good mood. while tidying up she finds her missing underwear under his bed. she's wearing headphones and isn't really paying attention to her surroundings so she doesn't notice that hoon has arrived home and is ready to use her as a stress reliever

omg i love this, ofc 🙂‍↕️

not proof read btw. i smashed this as i almost fell asleep in my couch.

You hadn’t seen sunghoon in a while, a while being two days ago. He made it clear to you he was busy on schedules and you respected that but you considered his living conditions as you know he could be messy when he is so busy. So as the good girlfriend you are, you decided to clean his room for him.

You arrived at his dorm and knocked and you didn’t expect an answer so you went to enter the pin on the pin pad and the door swung open, “oh! y/n? sunghoon isn’t home” you were faced with a dressed up jungwon he had a bag on his shoulder seeming to be ready to go out, “hi, oh yeah i know, i just came to clean for him since his room is probably messy” you said rocking on your heels before adding “is it okay if i come in..? or is it not a good time?” you ask him as he shakes his hands in a waving movement “yes yes come in. you’ll be fine on your own right? i’m heading out no one else is home” he said swapping places with you.

you nodded and said your byes to jungwon as he left walking down the hallway.

it was finally time to clean his room and when you walked in it was just as expected. you started to move out his used cups and plates into the kitchen and swept up his floor, his bed had a lot of stuff crowding it so you bent down to clear it out

your hand reaches under his bed pulling out socks, a random ball, more socks and something that feels…Lacey? your hand retracts holding the material “what the…” you say peering down at the baby pink lace panties you lost one night after seeing sunghoon.

unbeknownst to you, someone had came home. sunghoon dropped his keys on the table sighing and kicking his shoes off, today was particularly stressful to him just the frustration of not being able to get things right at work. he made his way to his bedroom as he heard movement he immediately became on guard, he peered into his room and saw you on your knees next to his bed, looking at something he noticed that you didn’t feel his presence so he decided to surprise you, he tiptoed in and leaned over you and spoke “snooping, are we?” he said placing a hand on your cheek from above.

hearing sunghoons voice over you made you jump. you didn’t expect him home as yet “n-not snooping” you mumble standing up and turning to him, he looked visibly tired and annoyed? but not at you. “you stole these?” you say holding the piece of clothing up to him and all he did was chuckle and flash his canine teeth, “i did, gorgeous. but it’s not nice to snoop in peoples room is it?” he asks stepping closer to you as you take a step back but he grabs your hip stopping you from stepping back, you don’t respond to his question but you stare at him, not sure what to say “what? cat got your tongue?” he says smiling as he brushes your bottom lip with his thumb.

“i wasn’t snooping, i was cleaning up for you see?” you say pointing to his now clean room, he looks around and notices your cleaning “hm, what a good girlfriend you are huh? good girlfriends deserve a reward don’t they?” he mumbled as he leaned in to kiss you.

the reward thing was made up, he really just wanted to fuck you because he was so upset about work, but you were so naive you didn’t even bat an eye, you were convinced he was doing this because he was thankful.

sunghoon laid you on the bed as he hovered over you one hand unbuttoning his shirt as the other groped your breasts through your tiny top. “shit take this off” he said pushing your shirt up kind of harshly, but you abided and pulled it over your head leaving your lacy bra on display he admired it, using both hands to knead them he unpinned the bra and slid it off, flinging it somewhere in the room he leaned down and gave your right nipple attention with his mouth, flicking his tongue against the bud, nipping at it making you yelp “ow sunghoon” you say gripping his hair he can only mumble a ‘sorry princess’ against your chest.

sunghoon impatiently pulled your pants down along with his, “turn around for me pretty girl” he said, lightly pushing you so you knew where to turn, you nodded and turned onto your stomach, sunghoon wrapped his muscular arm around your midriff and pulled you up, so you were on your knees spread for him, “look at this pussy..” he said as he tapped your wet cunt with his hand, making you instinctively pushing your legs closed but he shoved them right apart.

“such a wet cunt… pretty pussy on a very pretty girl” he said chuckling as he spit on your cunt, making you grow even wetter, his hot spit slid down your cunt brushing your clit and dripped onto the bed in a string almost, “please hoon..” you say arching your back more aching for any form of pleasure, “such a cock hungry slut aren’t you? since you want it so bad why don’t you beg for it?” he says pulling you up by your hair.

yes, it was degrading to beg, but god his cock was so good you didn’t think twice before speaking, “please.. want your cock so bad… want to milk your cock” you say feeling his erection flush on your back, twitching with every word that exited your mouth,

“gotta work harder than that princess” you whined at his words, sunghoon understood your strain he too, felt frustrated and only wanted to cum, but seeing you beg and work for it was his favorite thing, how could he pass up on it? “hoon please, wanna feel you stretch my cunt out, want you to cum on my pussy and make a mess” you say whining, pushing back to give his erection friction.

sunghoon was sold, “you know your way around words don’t you?” he said letting go of your hair and you land on the bed he pushes your arch down so more of your cunt is exposed, he gathers up some of your wetness onto the head of his cock and prods your begging hole.

his tip giving you a good enough stretch “oh my god” you say in a moan, clenching and unclenching on him as he entered, making him hiss from the squeeze “pussy sucking me in so good” he says as he pushes in the final length, and he starts to thrust, his thrusts build up to a fast and hard pace not exactly giving you time to recover but you weren’t complaining

sunghoon easily flipped you onto your back “had to see this pretty face” he said as he inserted his cock back in “s-shit” you said biting your thumb as he thrusted into you, your tits moving at the same pace of his thrusts sunghoon could have came at the sight below him.

sunghoon snaked his hands and pinned yours above your head he leaned down to kiss you, aggressively shoving his tongue in your mouth saliva spilling down both of your chins as you try to match his pace but getting shocked every time his head hits a certain part in your cunt, “hoon… gonna cum, gonna cum” you say chanting as you feel the knot in your stomach becoming tighter “gonna cum pretty? hold it for me?” he said peering down at you, faking sympathy, he just wanted to make you hold your cum “no.. can’t hold it” you say writhing against his hands that held yours firm above your head “hold it” he said sternly he let go of your hands, your hands immediately wrapped around his neck and pulled him as close as possible bucking your hips up into his oncoming thrusts clenching around him “please hoon… i need to cum please..” you say begging into his ear making him even harder if possible.

“fuck, cum” he says as he kisses your neck and you waste no time, you cum around his cock and clench like crazy bringing him to his own edge, he swiftly pulls out and shoots his hot cum onto your soaked cunt, he jolts at very spurt, collapsing onto you “was i too rough? i’m sorry” he says kissing your chest, you were breathing heavily but you shook your head “no i liked it” you mumbled as he smiled against your skin.

he sat up and looked at your puffy cunt, painted in his cum, “can i take a pic? it looks so good” you nodded shyly as he pulled his phone out of his pants pocket that laid on the floor, he snapped pictures and filmed a video of him running his fingers through your wetness, mixing it with his cum and shoving it in, making you whine, “all done, let’s get you cleaned up” he says patting your thigh as he leaves to get a wet cloth.

once he returns he wipes his cum off of you, “hey did you steal my panties? i don’t remember leaving them here?” you say sitting up looking at him, he shakes his head no, “no i didn’t! why would you put those allegations on your boyfriend?” he scoffs as he swiftly shoves your blue panties you just took off under his bed with his foot “panty stealer!” you say shoving his arm as he laughs.

[elliesglock]

heyuhhhhh back again!! aubrey live lets get it!!

this live just straight fuckery. straight playing in azzi and i's face. this live had me feeling bad for a they were playing with her and her paige time 😭 this live we have the amazing appearance from a rare creature, azzi being possessive and jealous.

the live starts out with aubrey and kk waiting in the hallways fucking around. kk singing and dancing. pls girl go on mute my ears are TIRED. after a while, aubrey says they should go and they start heading to the dorms. they come in and immediately azzi says, "are you still on live?" to me she says this because she's been on facetime with paige and you know how they flirt with each other so she says it so paige can hear and they won't do nun on live. ines come swinging for no reason cussing kk out like girl. everybody was truly on one in this live. ines says aubrey and kk are "assholes" but i'm not completely sure why. i think maybe something beforehand between them or if im really delusional it's bc azzi doesn't wanna be interrupted while on ft with p with them coming in on live so she's saying they're assholes (prob not the reason). idk i have my azzi agenda for this live. walk with me. kk sets the phone up and azzi's sitting with ines on the couch. she has her macbook and her pink pillow. (that's in the pic of paige sleeping AND paige's ipad tik tok thank u that's hers proving she comes over to paige's dorm all the time or vice versa.) there's a weird little moment where kk and aubrey are whispering to azzi. i'm not sure how to read that. could be they're acknowledging paige is on facetime again for the live. we know paige is on facetime with azzi because she pipes up and says something about "glasses." which checks out because it seems az is trading business with ines trying to get something? azzi stressed out getting something for her girl 🤫 (joking).

comments are asking for paige and kk makes the mistake to read one of the comments about azzi's girl on live and azzi literally locks in. she loudly says, "PAIGE." in the back and to me it sounds like she's saying it directly to her phone, to paige. judging by her tone, p sounds like she's in trouble with her girl. i think azzi is feeling a little possessive this live and wants her girl to pay attention to her on their call. i have a little theory paige's watching the live and not paying attention to her (ill touch more with that in a moment). im a little confused as to what precedes aubrey and kk making fun of her to make her a little upset, i think personally it's bc she wants to go downstairs and see paige but here kk and aubrey come on live preventing her. it seems she's getting a little impatient mixed with wanting p's attention but that's just my theory . kk gets all scared and says, "they asked where paige was, i said minding her business 😟." it's giving azzi's running that shit and she don't like everybody discussing her girl. i'm so sure she's minding her business kk, she back there being quiet cause she knows what time her girls on and she not gonna argue with princess az IKTR AZZIIIII. now azzi kinda plays herself here because now aubrey and kk know she's being a little possessive of p. so ofc they start making fun of her. they're laughing at her and teasing her asking where p's at. paige is playing into it a little bit. i'm sure azzi's pouting at them.

aubs so messy for saying "i miss her where is she?" in that tone 😭. she knows something we don't. trashing azzi because she knows exactly where paige is and exactly who she's waiting on down in her dorm. aubrey asks for the phone. azzi IS NOTTTT feeling it. she tells aubrey she'll turn her knee in a 100 degree ankle. someone doesn't wanna give up her girl dang. azzi struts up to the camera and waves. like she's such a princess im obsessed with her. now yall gonna have to stick with me in this next part.

aubrey gets the phone and to clown on azzi again she air kisses directed at paige on the phone. i think this whole exchange that happens next is aubs and paige making fun of azzi. aubrey smiles at the phone knowing she's making azzi mad and you can hear p talking but not exactly what she says. i personally think she's asking about azzi judging by the way aubrey looks up at azzi. paige is like "what's she doing rn? she on oneeeee." and aubrey giggles about it and looks up at azzi. that's what it gives. paige obviously wants to preserve her life cause she's whispering so low we can't hear her and basically probably speaking sign language to aubrey at that moment. they're still trying to get a rise out of azzi cause they know she's already irritated so aubrey plays around with her life saying, "yk i miss you." to p. whole time she's watching azzi's reaction. this says to me p knows she's mad and aubrey wants to play on it a little bit, aubrey/kk's dynamic with pazzi is so funny to me. i think aubs and kk especially loveeeee to make fun of our power couple.... azzi's just their victim this night. azzi does not like this judging by the way she starts slamming cabinets and the way aubrey starts laughing knowing she's gotten on princess's nerves. paige pipes in a jokey tone saying "i miss you most." now stay with me i think p knows azzi's mad because she might've not been giving her attention so she says this to aubrey to tease azzi 👀. somebody wants to fudd around and find out tonight. oh and she will when azzi gets down there she knows that. aubrey mentions being a menace and i think it's so fitting like yall need to share something with the class. we know you're clowning azzi cause she's crashing out and being dramatic over her girl yall aren't slick. this part blows tf out of me because like??? what's wrong with yall. paige has this tone of voice where she's already kinda accepted her fate and it sounds like she says, " what's she doing?" we can't see the phone and that's on purpose. kk is flipping the camera most likely to show paige azzi. she wanna see how bad the damage is lololol. now here's where i'm gonna talk about why i think paige is watching the live. there's a comment that comes up and it says, "awww her girl otp" now take this comment how you want i think it's just people making a joke that kk is p's girl like kk calling paige her man in that one live. NOW UOU KNOW THESE STINKERS ARE GONNA JUMP ON THIS COMMENT TO MAKE FUN OF AZZI EVEN MORE. as soon as the comment comes up paige gasps on the phone and then aubrey and kk see the comment and gasp as well. (i could also make an argument that azzi knows the cameras flipped and she flips p off). anyways, these mfs giddy to see this. free azzi baby girl it'll be okay.

azzi immediately comes up with her dpmo voice and says, "what does it say?" proving to me further that paige is on the live reading the comments. p takes this opportunity to say yeahhhh kk's girl on the phone probably with a shit eating grin on her face. then kk pipes in probably staring azzi dead in her face and says "yeah this my girl." we get imo a fucking hilarious reaction from azzi, she gives like a scoff laugh (sounds like hmmmhp) almost saying yeahhhh fucking right. she knows who p's girl is and it's not anybody chirping right now. she's literally giving, "as fucking if." paige hears this and mocks doing her little scoff-laugh back. the girls r fighting.....azzi puts her foot down and tells paige, "take a break." gives to me she's saying take a break from thinking you're the shit and you run this. we already know what it is. paige still playing with her life and says "take a big break!!". OOOH P YOU A BRAVER WOMAN THAN ME. kk laughs.

azzi's so done she's been dealing with this white girl since high school 😭 kk reads a comment asking if it's paige and she says nooo this pilates. IDK THIS WHOLE LIVE THEY ACT KIKE RHEY GOT SUM TO SHARE WITH THE CLASS. p says yes it's p boogers. kk says "pilate bueckers. her cousin." now they know they're wrong....obv azzi and paige don't want to be called cousins when they're dating and hitting it every night....azzi laughs and p says, "you sick." that proves to me that kk's comment was directed at pazzi. then for like a whole minute paige and kk take turns making shots against u nosey people in the comments. they clocked everybody's tea bad i'm literally in tears. they eeyupppp u 11 year olds tryna deny pazzi u got yours tonight. p pulled out her biggest words to roast yall im sick. now these biggies see some guac on the screen and say YEAHHH WE ON THAT. they talk about going downstairs to get some and i can tell this pisses azzi off 😭 lemme tell you why.

paige and azzi were supposed to hang out. after the live ended or they left, azzi was gonna immediately go downstairs and cuddle with paige and watch a movie or sum. she already mad she couldn't facetime her girl in peace now yall going downstairs bothering her girl and messing up her plans smh. like dang. so she's pissed, and she tells paige "yeah i'm finna come down there too!" and azzi.....she wants to run her ones with all of them the way her tone sounds. again her tone sounds even more angry with p when she says "huh?" "why??" "okay well i'm coming down too." to me it sounds like she's mad and wants to remind paige what their plans were. she wants her girl to say alright stop playing yall azzis coming down get on somewhere. you can hear azzi talking loudly to paige as they leave. i mean the girl is literally echoing. you tell her azzi.

now the next part makes me giggle. we don't hear from azzi until a few minutes later after someone almost dies eating amari's guac lololol. kk is sitting on paige's bed and they're talking. p is doing homework. it sounds like she's not on ft with azzi anymore (she probs hung up she's pissed). you hear somebody walk in and literally everything goes silent. i know their hearts were STRAIGHT in their ass. because now p has to deal with her pissed off...and kk just all laid up on paige's bed all comfortable. i think in response to this, azzi says, "don't piss me off cmon, cmon." she wants her girl now and she's tired of waiting. as you should azzi that's ur girl. kk leaves laughing and you immediately hear the door close. now whether they start fucking or fighting is up to yall but me thinks......yk what nvm.

but that's what i have! i know this analysis is a little messy but so is this live so. a lot of this is theories and what i think is happening but its very obvious aubrey, kk, and paige were trying to rile azzi up for being jealous imo, but yall can think whatever you want.

thanks for reading!!! 💕

[1d1195]

Right Here

Hi, idk if you all know this about me, but I love tropes. ALL of them. All. of. them. So here they all are: one bed, nightmares, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, childhood "friendship," coworker Harry, grumpy/sunshine (I'll let you guess who's who), etc. etc. etc. (Don't look too close this is Zipper but reveresed)

Other warnings: angst

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“Business or pleasure?” The driver asked.

She stated “business,” immediately. Whereas Harry said, “a bit of both,” with that devilish smirk of his and looked at her with delight in his eyes. He seemed to get more enjoyment out of his comment as she glared at him.

In Year 2, Harry was playing with a few of his friends by the slide. He wasn’t really aware of what was happening but there was a girl in his class playing with a couple of her friends when the screaming started. There was a huge to-do; parents were called, the principal was involved, and the girl that seemed to be at the center of all the drama would not stop glaring at Harry.

But Harry didn’t like girls. He was six. He wanted to hang out with his friends at recess and maybe learn about the shapes and the planets if he had time. So, he didn’t really care that she glared at him. Or that he had to write an apology letter (that his mum told him how to write in his six-year-old scrawl). It was just another day in the life of a Year 2 student. He didn’t even know why he was writing the little note to her. He didn’t know what happened or why he did something wrong.

Year 2 turned to Year 3 and soon Harry was kissing and hugging his mum and sister goodbye as he went off to university. He was studying English Literature and Communications. He wanted to be a book publisher—mainly because he wanted an excuse to read all kinds of books. Moreover, he could read really good books before everyone else did. Eventually, he hoped to open his own publishing company, but he would need a business partner for that.

That was still a long way down the road. For the time being, he would enjoy university: friends, girlfriends, classes, his part time job, and everything in between. His only downfall was listening to his professor who suggested he get a minor in business—especially if he planned on own his own company. Even if he didn’t fully run the business side of things, it was good to have a general idea. Some key words and concepts would be helpful. More so, if the business partner wasn’t someone he trusted.

But Harry was awful with his business classes. The very first one he took was the bane of his existence. He strongly considered never opening his own company, he would just get the other person to handle it. Needless to say, he was recommended for tutoring two weeks into the class.

That’s where he found the glaring girl. Obviously, no longer seven. She was twenty, like Harry. And she was lovely looking. Except for the scowl on her face directed at Harry. Surely, she hadn’t harbored a grudge toward Harry since she was seven?

Oh, but she was. She was curt while she tutored. Everything Harry did was wrong. She managed to correct his mistakes kindly, but he could tell it pained her. There was a lot of sighing and eye-rolling involved. But she was good, he’d give her that.

Harry tried to be friendly, but she clearly wanted no part of it. “I am not here for small talk with you, Harry,” her voice was flat. She didn’t want to talk about the weather, or parties, or anything that wasn’t part of Harry’s class. When she came to help him at the designated time in the library with tears in her eyes, she sat down, took a deep breath, sniffled, and started her help with his homework.

“Hey, we don’t have t’do this now, beautiful. You’re obviously upset—”

“What do you care?” She interrupted.

“Jesus,” Harry shook his head in disbelief. “What is your problem?” She rolled her eyes, tearfully. “Y’can’t seriously still be mad about Year 2.”

She shook her head. “Just...shut it,” she snapped and turned her attention to Harry’s assignment. He sighed, looking at her like she was on the verge of a breakdown but did as she wished. Listening intently to her lesson, Harry felt this pull of how sad he was by her anguish, and he didn’t even know what it was. He kept watching her expressions, judging her tone, in between her explanations. He was worried there was something seriously wrong.

Despite her anger towards him, he didn’t want her to be upset. He worried someone had hurt her or upset her in some way—in a way that he could fix. It didn’t occur to him why he wanted to help her until well after three other classes she tutored him in for his minor over the last two years of university.

He got very little information out of her about anything that didn’t pertain to his classes. He knew she was grumpy in the afternoon and much preferred to tutor in the morning when her mind was fresh. That was when he got a glimpse of her gentler side—for only a second. She liked coffee a lot, she smelled fresh of her shampoo, and her eyes were brighter. She would ask if he had a good weekend or if he had any fun plans. It was the only time she offered up anything to him.

If it was any time past two in the afternoon, she wanted nothing to do with pleasantries or Harry, it seemed. But she was paid to tutor him, and she did it well. Harry never would have made it through his business classes without her. He was forever thankful for her help, even if she didn’t want to be thanked.

*

“Harry, would you like to go to this conference?”

He looked up from his desk where he was reading a riveting historical fiction novel that was passed up the chain to him. Harry thought it would be a NYT bestseller for sure. “Me?” He asked, clearing his throat and putting his pencil down. One thing he hated was marking up people’s hard work in any color pen—but especially red. It felt very secondary school of his coworkers to do it that way. Someone pored over this writing and of course no one expected it to be perfect, not even the author. But there was something so ugly about red ink marking up something that your blood, sweat, and tears went into.

Harry would quit writing if he saw even one smidge of red ink on his work.

Which is why he edited and didn’t publish his own work.

Harry had been a senior editor for four years, now. He loved his job. It was everything he hoped for: he read so many good stories and felt he was still learning so much. He was promoted from junior editor to senior editor after two years. He still hoped to own his own company one day.

“Yeah,” his boss rolled his eyes. “Who else would I send? Someone from the business administration team will attend as well,” he explained.

Harry smiled; he knew the second the title left his mouth exactly who would be attending the conference with him. She was going to hate it. “I would love to go,” Harry nodded excitedly. “But between you and me, I don’t want anyone t’get jealous that m’going. D’you think y’can keep it a secret?”

“Yeah, sure,” he shrugged. Harry loved this office. It was so carefree. When he had his own company, he would want it to be exactly like this. If he could own this one, he would. He liked all of his coworkers and would want to keep them alongside him.

Including the girl from the admin team that constantly glared at him during work parties, meetings, and office breakroom run ins. If she wasn’t there, then it wouldn’t be worth it.

When Harry saw her interact with their coworkers, he couldn’t help but fall more in love with her. She was so utterly beautiful, funny, and of course, absolutely brilliant. There wasn’t a question she didn’t know how to answer. There wasn’t any advice she couldn’t give. She was never condescending and was extremely helpful. Even when Harry needed her help—which was so rare he only recalled it three times in the entire seven years they worked together. She didn’t sigh, didn’t roll her eyes although he was sure she wanted to.

So, nothing made him happier than annoying her to pieces.

He told everyone he had known her since Year 2. Left notes for her on her cute little lunch box in the fridge, would constantly send random items to her office (his favorite was the look on her face when he sent her a bouquet of balloons. It didn’t do anything, but people said Happy Birthday to her all day, and she had to say it wasn’t). He would tell people they were best friends and watch her blush bright red trying to get out of it. There were so many fake secrets he told the person he was near making direct eye contact with her, just to piss her off.

It worked every time.

He worshipped her, honestly. How could he not? She was brilliant and beautiful. The whole package. Even when she was a bit crabby, he thought she was simply the cutest and went on adoring her from afar.

Harry couldn’t imagine how fun a work trip would be with her.

*

She hated flying. It was necessary but she hated it. The space was almost too small. It was stuffy and gross in a lot of ways. The seats were cramped, and it was just awful. She had her headphones in place, a relaxing, quiet playlist, a good book, and her travel pillow around her neck. She was more than ready to begin the flight. The conference was a treat, it was shorter hours than her regular workday and then she could meander the town as much as she pleased. It was going to be a great trip and she had been looking forward to it for the last two weeks.

But then Harry sat right beside her. “Hey beautiful,” he smiled sweetly. She stared at him. This had to be a joke.

“You’re kidding?”

“What?” He smirked impishly stowing his bag beneath the seat in front of him. “Excited t’see me?” She flushed that beautiful shade of red that he loved so much on her cheeks. “Ready for our vacation?” He asked. “Bring a good book?”

The plane was suddenly even smaller. She thought she was going to be sick. A whole five days with Harry. Five. She was going to lose her mind. She closed her eyes as the plane jolted forward. Harry was doing all the things he wasn’t supposed to be doing. Fidgeting with the tray table and the like. She wanted to scream.

How could she possibly get stuck with him?

*

Harry didn’t say much to her throughout the flight. At least not after asking if she was comfortable, which was objectively nice if she couldn’t stand him so much. He grabbed her bag from the bin overhead, made sure she didn’t get lost on her way to baggage claim, and held the door open for her when they reached their Uber. “Business or pleasure?” The driver asked.

She stated “business,” immediately. Whereas Harry said, “a bit of both,” with that devilish smirk of his and looked at her with delight in his eyes. He seemed to get more enjoyment out of his comment as she glared at him.

She really wished Harry wasn’t so goddamn hot. It should have been a sin to make someone so alarmingly attractive. Soft brown curls that looked like they were made to slip between her fingers. He had green eyes—how was that even fair? Those dimples made her stomach flip. He was incredibly tall and so fit; she thought about falling at his feet every day she saw him at work and just ending her silly grudge.

But she never forgave him for that day in Year 2. Call her stubborn, call her stupid. She didn’t care. It ruined a huge chunk of her young life and made her miserable.

Four days and twenty-two hours. She could survive.

“Me and the missus need a place t’eat, do y’have any suggestions?” he asked, reaching for her hand like they really were a couple. She yanked it out of his grip. She wanted to kill him. More so because she hated the way her heart took off when he touched her and the idea of being “the missus” was...ugh.

She was worried Harry wouldn’t survive the next four days, twenty-one hours, and fifty-eight minutes.

*

They arrived at the hotel and Harry was once more a gentleman, even though she didn’t want him to be. He grabbed her suitcase and sweetly pushed it through the lobby to the front desk. “Hi,” Harry said cheerfully. She wanted to shower, get out of her plane clothes, and get away from Harry. His chipper attitude was making her grumpier than normal. “I have a reservation under Styles,” he explained. “Here for the convention,” he added.

The man behind the desk nodded, smiling pleasantly as he tapped away on his computer. “It says two guests for your name,” he informed him. Her heart dropped to her feet.

“No, it doesn’t,” she murmured, but she knew it was right.

Harry was smiling like an idiot. This was too good to be true for him and his endless bouts of annoying her. “That’s correct,” Harry nodded.

“Are there any other rooms?” She asked. She already knew the answer, but she would kick herself if she didn’t at least check.

“No, I’m afraid we’re really booked with the convention.”

She didn’t dare ask if there were two beds because she already knew that answer too.

“It’ll be fine, lovie, don’t worry,” he promised. Part of her thought he really meant it too, sensing how upset she was. She was so overcome with frustration; she almost didn’t notice the new name he gave her. That it wouldn’t be torture for her to be in the same little space as Harry for the entire five days. Her heart started erratically beating at the thought. It felt like the sides of her brain were caving in like the walls surely would be when they got to the room.

She would lay ground rules. She would go buy a roll of tape and cut the room in half. Harry wasn’t going to ruin her little reprieve from work. He continued to be kind and pulled her bag to their room. “I would like to shower,” she told him as she eyed the single, king-sized bed in the middle of the room, mocking her. He settled the bags on opposite sides of the room. He chose the side closer to the window for her.

“I’ll be right in,” he winked at her.

She felt the heat rise to her cheeks, which she knew was exactly what he wanted. “What if I don’t want the window side?” She asked instead.

“Well, that I don’t really care, lovie. M’taking closer t’the door in case someone breaks in. Wouldn’t want you t’get hurt.”

She just wanted to annoy him the way he always annoyed her. Maybe make him move the bags around and then move them again which she informed him she did want the window side. But she didn’t expect him to be so nice. Didn’t think he would give a reason that was kind enough to care about her well-being. Even when she was grumpy toward him.

If her cheeks were going to be red the whole week, she was going to lose it. “Don’t come in the bathroom or I’ll murder you,” she rolled her eyes.

“I would never do that,” he rolled his eyes right back at her. “I was jus’ kidding.”

Unfortunately, she believed him. He seemed genuine, as much as she wanted to kill him.

*

The shower helped her relax marginally. At the very least she got the feeling of the plane off her. “I ordered some pizza. Y’like peppers and onions on yours, right?” Harry, knowing exactly what she liked, furthered her agitation.

“Yeah,” she mumbled.

“I’d like t’shower too. D’you think y’can get the pizza when it arrives and actually get mine too?” He smiled at her knowingly; like he thought she might not take his pizza from the delivery guy in protest of the whole situation.

She rolled her eyes but had to hand it to him because it did sound like her. “Yes, Harry.”

“Hey beautiful?” he said softly. She hated that she looked up, answering to his pretty pink lips calling her ‘beautiful.’ She shouldn’t have. First and foremost, she thought he was wrong. Maybe it was because of all the drama of Year 2 but she never had boys of any age fawning over her after the slide-incident. Not the way they ogled and adored her friends. It did a number on her self-esteem. While she tried to put up this front that she didn’t care about whether she was beautiful or not, it was hard to believe someone like Harry would recognize her as even pretty.

Secondly, it made her stomach flip when he said it and she hated that. It was unfair he was pretty and unfair he could make her crazy with just a word. “M’not so bad,” his face looked apologetic—like he felt bad for existing. “I promise, it won’t be that bad this week with me.” She nodded sullenly, ran her brush through her hair. “’Ve left some notes on the table there for the pizza,” he tilted his chin toward it.

“You don’t need to pay for me.”

He smiled. “Course I do, lovie. S’my treat.”

She hated the way she answered to ‘lovie’too.

*

She sat in comfortable silence while she ate her pizza. While eating, she looked at the itinerary on her phone. Made plans in her mind and thought about some of the things she wanted to do during her free time.

“Oh good, m’starving. Smelled it while I was showering.”

She did a double take, her jaw falling open instinctively. She nearly dropped her pizza on her lap and then her phone right after it. Harry was hurrying across the room to get to his pizza. A towel low on his hips showing off glistening, taut muscles. Her heart hammered against her chest. “Jesus,” she whispered to herself looking away.

“Did y’say something, beautiful?” He asked, taking a bite of his pizza. She shook her head. Once more, angry she answered with the word ‘beautiful’.  His hair was dripping, and she followed the little droplets as they slid down his broad shoulders and across his defined pectorals. It wasn’t fair. She wanted to hate him easily. But his pretty tattoos and his gorgeous body were making it so difficult.

“I’m think I’m going to sleep on the floor,” she told him. He frowned around a bite of his pizza. When he finished chewing, he had a bit of grease on each corner of his mouth. She wanted to reach out with a napkin and wipe it away.

Or lick it away, along with the rest of his body.

“I’ll be the perfect gentleman,” he promised. “M’not gonna let y’sleep on the floor, lovie,” he rolled his eyes. “If you’re that uncomfortable, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

She couldn’t help but feel bad that her awkwardness, her annoyance for Harry, would have him sleep on the floor. He didn’t truly deserve that. This was a work trip for him as well, after all.

Maybe if he was fully clothed, she would have taken him up on his offer. Accepted him sleeping on the floor in her place. But her modern-woman, intelligent brain that she had spent years cultivating so she was independent, and worked so hard to make sure she didn’t go ga-ga over a man was malfunctioning from travel...and knowing she was stuck with Harry in such close quarters for almost a week.

Plus, Harry had the prettiest stomach she had ever seen on a man.

Her primal brain, the one that seemed to be screaming from between her legs, couldn’t help but feel bad for him.

“It’s…fine,” she mumbled focusing on her pizza and phone again.

“Are y’sure, beautiful? I don’t want t’make y’uncomfortable.”

She believed him. He seemed so eager to please her and ease her worries. She nodded. “It’ll be fine,” she was telling herself in hopes it would be true. “But I’m making a pillow wall.”

He smiled around his pizza.

*

“Would y’prefer I sleep with or without a shirt?” He asked. Harry went to use the hotel gym and then took another shower. She used the time to read her book and sit on the balcony while the sun was setting. It wasn’t a picturesque view or anything, but the sky was a bunch of beautiful hues of pink, blue, and orange.

When Harry exited the shower, it was awkwardly silent for a bit. Harry tended to his after shower-care. She was looking at her book but not reading. She yawned, and that was when Harry asked his question. The inquiry felt like a double-edged sword. If she said with a shirt, it might imply she wanted to hide him from her view because she couldn’t help but look at him. If she said no, it would make it seem like she wanted to see him. “Whatever makes you comfortable,” she decided on.

He smirked and pulled his T-shirt off. “‘Fraid you’re not privy t’that sleeping habit, lovie.” She wondered if anyone had ever been murdered with a hotel phone cord. She felt extremely self-conscious about her t-shirt and leggings combo. “Feel free t’do the same, beautiful,” he grinned wickedly at her as he slipped into his side of the bed. She had two pillows under the blankets and two on top. She was certain that even if she had her own room, it wouldn’t be enough distance between them. “What if I want another pillow?” He asked mischievously.

“Go fuck yourself, Harry,” she grumbled.

He frowned. “C’mon, lovie. S’not so bad.” She didn’t say anything in response and turned to her side facing away from him. She scrolled mindlessly on her phone. “D’you want t’watch something together?” He asked.

“No, thank you,” she murmured quietly. “You can though,” she shrugged. “I’ll sleep through most anything.”

He nodded. “Okay...well...good night, beautiful. Sleep well,” he said sweetly.

She didn’t fall asleep right away. Instead, she imagined the nice museum she saw online. The picturesque street about a mile away with cute little shops. There was the coffee shop she wanted to go to. All the things that Harry couldn’t ruin with his annoying little remarks.

Or his stupid hot body.

Other than some gentle laughter, she didn’t hear or worry about Harry sleeping less than six inches from her own body. The pillows provided the perfect barrier between them so that she could sleep easily knowing that he wouldn’t bug her.

Only four days until it was over. She could do this.

*

Harry heard her phone drop from her hands to the floor about an hour later. He hurried to her side of the room and made sure her alarm was set, locked her phone, and placed it on her nightstand. He saw the way she seemed to shiver in her sleep. Probably because she was right under the vent. The space between her brows puckered due to her discomfort. He draped the blanket that was at the end of the bed over her. Almost immediately, the skin between her eyebrows smoothed back out. He wanted to kiss her in the very same spot but of course would never do that without her permission.

The movie Harry was playing was funny and he enjoyed it immensely. True to her word, she slept through his laughter and the sound of the movie itself. She was wiggly when she slept. The pillows and blankets balled all around her and Harry wondered how she slept like that each night. It looked nearly painful at times.

Of course, the movie came to an end, and she was still sound asleep when Harry finally turned the TV off and hunkered down into his side of the mattress. He tried not to disturb her pillow wall, but she had managed to throw all of them every which way. He smirked to himself, shaking his head at her.

Harry must have gotten only an hour of sleep under his belt when he woke up to her kicking and mumbling under her breath. The light coming through the window allowed for his eyes to adjust a bit to the darkness against her figure sprawled in the sheets. He shook his head glancing over at her in complete disarray.  Her body was still twisted around the pillows and blankets. Harry was left with just the sheet. He smirked at her.

He threw his arm over his eyes and ignored her fitful movements. But they kept going and going. The mumbling too. He felt bad about whatever she was dreaming about, but he didn’t dare touch her. If she woke up to him touching her, even if it was for comfort, he was certain she would kill him.

Harry was a pretty heavy sleeper himself, so her fussy movements didn’t bother him in the slightest. Whatever she was dreaming about had to be a kick for sure and for that he felt bad.

But then Harry heard small whimpers coming from her and he felt his stomach knot. It felt like he was dying at the mere sound of her discomfort. The anguish he felt coming from her was brutal and he wanted nothing more than to hold her and fix it. “Oh, hey,” he hummed, sitting up against the headboard. He looked her over and thought incurring her wrath would be well worth it if he could stop her from whimpering miserably. “Lovie? Y’okay?” He gently shook her by the shoulder. She seemed to be fighting whatever she was dreaming about, and the blankets were keeping her trapped. Harry grabbed the pillows that were on top of her. Her arms were nearly swaddled against her body with the blanket wrapped around her and pulled up to her neck tightly.

Harry flicked the light on his nightstand so he could get a better look at her.

The poor thing was glistening with sweat around her hairline, tears were leaking from her closed eyes, and that space between her brows was cinched together like she was in pain. “Oh, no,” he murmured and crawled out of his side and came around to her side. “Hey,” he cooed. He crouched in front of her and began tossing the pillows to the floor. He unraveled the blankets from around her. “Lovie,” he murmured. He called her lovie at the start of the evening and he couldn’t stop. He loved to call her beautiful and enjoyed how readily she answer to it. But something about her sweet face just made the word ‘lovie’ roll right off his tongue. It was effortless; like it was the only thing he should call her. Once she was without the swaddle of blankets, and the pillows attacking her, she was practically gasping for air in her sleep. “Lovie, you’re having a bad dream,” he gave her a good shake causing her eyes to flash open. Harry gazed at her in alarm. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to hide from Harry. But it was far too late for that. “Are y’okay, beautiful?”

She ignored him. Her breathing evening out. She turned away from him. “Lovie...”

“Would you stop calling me cute names?” She asked, the exasperation thick in her voice. But she was still distraught. He could tell. He was quiet for a minute letting her work through whatever just happened. “Please don’t tell anyone about this,” she whispered.

He blinked. He felt so sad she believed so little of him. “I would never tell anyone anything ‘bout you—”

“You whisper about me all the time,” she snipped.

His mouth fell open in disbelief. “Lovie, you have t’know I don’t whisper anything ‘bout you. M’telling them how pretty I think y’are and how you’ll get all flustered that m’whispering nothing ‘bout you. They know I adore you and think nothing short of wonderful things ‘bout you. Y’seriously don’t get it do you?” He felt so utterly annoyed by her, himself. He thought she was lovely and yes; she was fun to annoy but he would never say anything about her that hurt her reputation. He was sad she thought he would. It never made sense for her to dislike him so intently. He never really cared and turned it into a joke. But knowing she truly didn’t like him made his heart heavy.

She refused to look at him. It was silent for several beats. Harry stared at the back of her t-shirt, her shoulders trying to find an easy rhythm. He wanted her to explain it. Right now. In the middle of the night when they were stuck in a small hotel room together. “Why did you trap me in the slide?” She whispered.

Of all the things he expected her to say, that was not one of them. “What?” He shook his head.

“In Year 2? You and your friends trapped me in the slide, now I’m embarrassingly claustrophobic. If I have anything covering my face, I have a meltdown. It feels like I can’t breathe. If someone...holds me the wrong way for too long, I get overwhelmed. It’s ruined so many relationships and it’s...” she sniffled, her shoulders staggering a bit at the effort.

He frowned. “Is that why you hate me?” He whispered. She didn’t answer him. “Lovie, I had nothing to do with that.”

“Well, they blamed you.”

He sighed. “So, all this time you’ve hated me, and it wasn’t even my doing?” He asked.

It seemed to appeal to the logical part of her brain. She was still for a moment longer, her breathing evening out. But then she rolled to her other side and stared at Harry. He hated the tears that stained her cheeks. That little crease between her eyebrows. He reached out and pressed his fingers there to smooth it out and she let him. It didn’t even bother him that she hadn’t liked him for so long.

Her lips rolled into her mouth as she thought over the last twenty-something years of their lives. It may not have bothered Harry but now it bothered her. “Why have you liked me even though I’m so...crabby toward you?”

He smiled excitedly. Like he was getting a Christmas present or told he won a raffle. “What isn’t there t’like ‘bout you, beautiful?” His hand cupped her cheek and his thumb gently rubbed at the stain of salt on her cheek. The back of her head was warm with sweat and if it wasn’t so late at night, she would feel more self-conscious.

“You’re a glutton for punishment.”

It was progress though because she didn’t push his hand away from her face. “Can I get back on the bed? I won’t touch you, but I don’t want you t’have the pillows and blankets attack you.”

“You can touch me,” she mumbled.

He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Oh yeah?” He rose from the floor to head back to his side of the bed.

She rolled her eyes at him. “I hate you.”

“I don’t think y’do, actually,” he said smugly.

“Are you going to annoy me the entire time?”

Harry turned off his bedside lamp and crawled under the sheet. “Probably.”

She sighed; he imagined her pretty eye roll the way she always did. Harry put his arm behind his head, closed his eyes and tried to drift off to sleep. “You really didn’t trap me in there?” She asked.

Harry turned to his side and looked at the shadow outline of her staring up at the ceiling. He wanted to reach out and trace the shape of her profile, follow it down her arm and hold her hand. “Even as a six-year-old, lovie, I couldn’t hurt you. If...I knew...I would have gotten y’out of there so fast,” he promised. “Poor baby,” he murmured and bravely reached out and grabbed her hand. She didn’t pull from him. She let his fingers fit between the spaces of hers, gave her a gentle squeeze.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t know why you were mad,” he shrugged.

“You were really just going to let me hate you for the rest of our life?”

“Hate and love are very close together in the brain,” he said knowingly. “Given y’said the rest of our life,” he smiled excitedly, “I had a feeling y’couldn’t keep it up forever. And I’d wait forever for you, beautiful.” He sounded so arrogant she wanted to hate him just to spite him. But she couldn’t argue with him. It was exhausting hating him. Being in the hotel room with him—especially when he was in a towel—was ruining her grumpy front. Even with sleep still on her brain, she couldn’t help but think about how gentle he was with her and her anxious mind. He was so utterly accommodating and kind to her. He would have slept on the floor if she asked. But she rather enjoyed the feel of his fingers holding hers. “Do you have nightmares a lot?” He asked, interrupting her thoughts.

She shook her head. “Not anymore...Only when I get all twisted like that. I usually sleep better with a weighted blanket to help my anxiety about it. It also keeps me in place, mostly. I’ve had a lot of therapy to help cope with it and the blanket usually helps but obviously y’can’t really travel with a fifteen-pound blanket.”

“Can you snuggle?” He asked.

She blinked at the darkness in front of her. “Can I what?”

“Can you snuggle with someone?” He repeated.

She bit the inside of her lip. “As long as my face isn’t covered,” she muttered. “But it’s definitely been a problem in past relationships if that’s what you’re asking me ab—”

Harry had his arms looping around her and he pulled her toward him so quickly, she barely had time to process. His body spooned behind her, one arm snug beneath her neck and the other draped around the front of her hips. Her heart rate had to be approaching a hundred and fifty. “Is this alright, beautiful?” He murmured into the back of her hair. She was speechless, truly. Harry holding her like...like she didn’t just have a major meltdown. Like he adored her still. “Lovie?” He said, nearly releasing her when she didn’t answer. Worried that her heart rate was too high—he could practically feel it through her back pressed to him. Maybe this was too much.

But right as he started to pull away, her arm pressed against Harry’s. She sighed softly. “No...m’fine,” her voice was quiet.

“Are y’sure? I don’t want t’upset you,” he promised. “Been dreaming ‘bout snuggling with you... but not at the expense of your comfort or anxiety,” he assured her.

“You dream about cuddling with me?”

“Among other things,” he spoke to the back of her hair, his lips smiling against her head.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re an idiot.”

“I really didn’t think y’could hate me forever, lovie.”

She was quiet for a few moments. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. It was the first time she ever apologized to him. His heart skipped a beat.

“I know, beautiful. How would y’have known, though? I wish y’told me, but I know why y’didn’t.”

More silence. Harry’s bare stomach was touching her t-shirt, his legs were crooked up against the back of hers. They fit like puzzle pieces. She bit the inside of her lip feeling exhaustion pull over her mind. How was she supposed to sleep knowing Harry was sleeping right next to her?

“Good night, lovie,” he murmured.

She sighed, relaxing, and drifting to sleep almost immediately.

*

The first day of the conference went by quickly with not much to really show for it. Harry enjoyed it immensely and had a thousand new ideas that he suggested to her over their lunch together. She enjoyed it as well but after her night snuggled up to Harry nothing else seemed remotely important.

“Hey, lovie?” Harry said, trying to retrieve her attention. “Did y’have plans this afternoon? M’gonna catch up with a friend,” he nodded toward another table. The idea of Harry leaving her alone actually saddened her, but of course...they’d have the night.

Unless the friend was a girl. In which case he very well could not come back to their shared room. She nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Have fun,” she encouraged.

He smiled and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Keep the bed warm for me, yeah?” He winked at her as he pulled away.

She thought maybe killing him would still be an option.

She perused the little picturesque street taking a whole bunch of pictures and stopping in nearly every shop on the street and making a purchase in almost every single one. It was actually really nice. Not too hot, not too cold. She even sort of wished Harry had gone with her on her little adventure. She thought he would have liked some of the shops as much as she did.

It was precisely when she wished Harry had gone with her that she realized she really liked him. All this time.

Maybe he was right, and her brain mistook her affection for him as hatred. She wasn’t ready to say love yet. Even if her subconscious was screaming about how lovely he was.

Even last night when Harry was comforting and gentle about her phobia. He didn’t make her feel bad...in fact he made her feel normal and wonderful. The new information about the slide was a revelation. She had spent so many years with ill-harbored feelings toward Harry. It seemed wasteful after last night. He was kind, understanding, attractive—

She was not in love with him.

She couldn’t be, right?

He was annoying. Even if he wasn’t whispering about her, he was still making her feel grumpy. The constant gag gifts and deliveries were vexing beyond compare.

But those dimples when he smiled? They could undo all those negative emotions she felt. She was certain that there was some pheromone or chemical released in the air when he smiled. One that made her mind momentarily forget that he had been the cause of the slide thing.

However, that wasn’t true anymore.

So...

No. It’s like meeting someone for the first time. You don’t love him.

Not when he called her beautiful or lovie. Not when he openly flirted with her or held her against his warm body in the middle of the night and kept the nightmares away. She did not love him.

But maybe she just really, really, really, really, liked him and wanted to spend all her extra time with him now and show him the little shop she found because she smelled three different kinds of soap that she thought he would enjoy.

Obviously, that wasn’t love.

She looked more like some shopping bag monster than girl, when she made her way into the hotel elevator. Harry was already in the room when she got back. “Have fun?” He asked, putting the new file he brought with him and his pencil aside. His smile was so bright she really wondered how she could have ignored him for so long.

“Did…you catch up with your friend?” She asked. She was gone for almost three hours, she worried that she would come back to find Harry with someone, or someone in the shower...

Or in our bed. One part of her mind was grumpy at the thought. Not our bed. The one brain cell left on the rational side of her mind shouted back.

Harry began untangling her wrists and fingers from the bags she held while her brain had its own conversation. The bags left angry red marks on her skin. He nodded, placing the bags on the floor. “Yeah, jus’ had a quick stop at the pub for a drink,” he gently massaged the inside of her wrists. “I missed you,” he said cutely. She stared at him almost suspiciously. Like maybe all of this was a trick. Her distrust seemed palpable because he frowned. “I did, beautiful. Really missed you,” he brought her wrist to his lips and pressed a kiss on the soft inside skin. She missed him too. Even before she went to the shops, she was dreading leaving his side, but she wouldn’t tell him that. Her face must have softened a bit because the left side of his face turned up in a gorgeous half smile. It made her wonder how Harry had decided on editing and publishing and not modeling. “Would y’like t’get dinner with me?” He asked.

“Like a date?” She blurted out before she could stop herself.

“Yes, lovie. Like a date,” he rolled his eyes.

She frowned. “I don’t really have anything...date-worthy to wear.”

“Well, y’could go naked, but they might throw y’out.”

“Shut. Up.”

“Y’look beautiful now. I’d take y’out in the sexy pajamas y’wore last night.”

She wondered briefly if Harry had ever been hit in the head over the years and suffered irrevocable brain damage. “Sexy?”

“Your leggings?” He smiled mischievously. “M’almost jealous of ‘em touching all of your legs.”

Definitely hit in the head.

“Can I just...have a few minutes to touch up?” She asked, ignoring his comment.

“Course, beautiful. Not that y’need it.” He was good. She would give him that. He was very good at making her feel gooey and pretty. Harry said all the right flirty things. Dinner would be fun, and she was quite hungry.

She exited the bathroom after touching up her makeup and switching out her casual business blouse for a tank top with a cardigan. She swapped her slacks for a pair of jeans. The flats she wore stayed to complete her outfit.

“Will you marry me?” He sighed dreamily as she exited the bathroom.

He was going to give her an aneurysm.

“Shut up, Harry.”

“Ve’been waiting for this date for...” he smiled. “Oh, I don’t know, lovie. Least since university.”

Harry had to have a death wish. “You’ve...liked me? Even though I was mean to you?”

“A glutton for punishment, as it were,” he winked bringing her words back.

She grabbed her little cross body bag and Harry followed her out their hotel room door. Since the slide incident, she had been to at least four different therapists to help alleviate the worry and fear she had. In all honesty, she was much better than she used to be. The airplane was a little daunting during takeoff but that could have been due to a fear of flying, not claustrophobia. Her small attic or the cramped closet in the hall of her place didn’t bother her any longer. Being on a train in public transport rush hour—even when the train came to a standstill in the middle of the dark tunnel—didn’t really bother her anymore. It was only when her face was covered for too long without her ability to get out quickly, sleeping, plagued with nightmares, or swaddled in her blankets too tightly that she felt the waves of anxiety suffocating her like that day on the slide.

Or when the elevator clanged to a stop and jolted her so hard, she nearly fell into Harry.

It was three seconds of pure silence before she realized what happened. Before Harry realized.

“Shit.” Harry whispered.

“Oh no,” her pulse quickened. Her head started to ache, and it felt like the elevator was suddenly the size of an Amazon box and she was crammed inside. It took her a moment to realize the wheezing was coming from her.

“Hey, hey,” Harry quickly grabbed her shoulders. Her eyes welled with tears, and she was heaving on her breath. One of his hands reached for the emergency button causing a monotone ring to take over all sounds in the small space; the volume was louder than her heavy breathing. “Lovie, tell me what t’do,” he begged. “M’sorry,” he whispered. She felt lightheaded and scared. So scared she obviously was having trouble breathing. She worried that she would pass out right into Harry’s arms.

“M’scared,” she croaked.

“I know, beautiful,” he squeezed her shoulders. He held her away at arm’s length afraid to bring her closer in case it would make matters worse. All he wanted to do was wrap her close and console her. “But...s’okay,” he promised. “Really, s’okay.” It wasn’t; he wasn’t trying to make light of her fear either. He knew how bad it was because he had spent the last twenty years waiting for this moment. For her to say she didn’t hate him. For the last ten, he longed for a date. One measly dinner to change her mind. But the broken elevator was going to ruin it all. Honestly, that didn’t even matter to him. All of it didn’t matter. He had to try something to ease her worry. Something to help her scared mind. “I would never let anything happen t’you. Would never let anything hurt you,” he was gazing right into her eyes. He definitely didn’t cure her, but she could feel how devastated Harry felt. He meant it; he wouldn’t let anything harm her as much as he could possibly control. “Deep breaths? Does that help?” He asked. She nodded. She tried but it was hard, the air she sucked in and released was shaky and not very deep. It was hard to think about breathing deeply when all she could think about was dying in this tin box. “Easy, lovie. S’okay,” he squeezed her shoulders again.

The alarm was plain on his face, and she wondered if he wanted to hold her. She wanted to be held but wasn’t sure it would work. Her stomach felt so knotted. Thought maybe she would throw up and she couldn’t imagine a worse first date with Harry than throwing up in an enclosed space. She sank to the floor, her legs scrunched up so she could rest her forehead against her knees. Harry crouched in front of her, clearly still nervous and unsure of what to do. The one part of her brain that still had some rational thought left thought it was a travesty that she would lose Harry from this. She thought if she made it out, she would have to just go home. She couldn’t share a bed with him.

“They’re probably getting someone t’help right now, beautiful. S’okay,” he placed his hands on her ankles. It seemed like the safest option. He was so mortified this happened. To her of all people. The ringing of the elevator seemed to die down with the ringing in her ears. “Lovie?” He asked; he felt anxious that she was breathing so hard. She looked at him, her vision blurred by the tears. “Tell me what t’do,” he begged. He felt so useless. So worried that she was going to pass out or have a meltdown that she would inextricably link to him and never forgive him. After he just made some progress.

He thought about her six-year-old self. Trapped in that slide, her little brain all terrified. He wondered if that little version of herself still existed inside her. It hurt him to think about that poor little girl scared to pieces. He leaned forward and pressed his lips on her forehead and kept pressed there for a moment. That moment in time seemed to stretch on for eternity. But, as he kept his lips on her skin, he noticed her breathing slowly calmed. Her muscles seemed to relax.

“That feels nice,” she murmured almost serenely. He smirked against her skin. Slowly, he pulled away. Her eyes watched Harry with worry, but he slid beside her before he moved too far away. The shaky breathing picked up just a little. Her heart still fluttered with anxiety. She rested her cheek on her knee facing him.

“I...I could...do it again if y’want. If y’think it would help,” he suggested, turning toward her a little more head on. She lifted her head, it felt so achy and heavy. Harry cupped her face and pressed his lips on her skin again. She sighed softly. The ache seemed to ease at his touch.

Ugh. Harry was medicine that she didn’t know she needed. He dragged his lips across her skin, peppering her hairline with soft little presses. She wondered if he would always be this gentle with her.

She still wasn’t sure how she felt about her mind thinking about things like always with Harry. She was fairly certain she would die of humiliation the moment her brain returned to normal once they got off the elevator. There wouldn’t be an always after this. Harry would think she was nuts or ridiculous. There wouldn’t even be a sometimes.

 “Are y’okay, lovie?” He hummed against her skin. “As y’can be right now?”

She nodded, feeling utterly safe with Harry beside her. She enjoyed the way his hands felt on her skin. His lips on her face. It was too bad she didn’t know all these years he had nothing to do with her childhood trauma. She thought she really could be in love with him.

*

It took an hour, but they were finally freed of the metal tin. The moment she had fresh air, she felt infinitely better. Harry could see it on her face and in her body language. She was entirely at ease. Back to normal. After a flurry of questions and the hotel offering a few extra nights, they left for a nearby restaurant. Harry held her hand, fingers twisted together. He didn’t say much, because he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say after that. He knew she had to have felt so exposed and vulnerable.

“We...don’t have to go out, if you don’t want,” she mumbled.

Harry frowned and stopped the pair of them in the middle of the sidewalk. “Do y’want t’go back?” He asked.

She bit the inside of her lip. “I’m sorry.”

He blinked in surprise. “For what, beautiful?”

“For being crazy?” Did he forget what just happened?

“Crazy?” He repeated in surprise. “Lovie, s’not your fault. M’glad you’re okay.”

“You’re not...you don’t think I’m...weird?”

His heart felt such sadness for her. “No, lovie. Course not. Think you’re lovely. I was so scared y’were going to hurt yourself in all the worry. M’so glad you’re okay. M’sorry y’had to—why are y’crying, beautiful? Are you alright?” He asked, her eyes spilling with tears. He thought he might cry right with her. Harry had a good six or seven inches on her and he bent his knees a bit so he could be eyelevel with her teary gaze. His hands cupped her face just like on the elevator and he looked pained that she was crying.

She shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I’m so sorry.”

He didn’t know why she was apologizing. But he let her and pulled her toward him, careful not to cover her face with his embrace. She sobbed into his chest. Harry kissed the top of her head. “S’okay, beautiful. Don’t know why you’re apologizing. But s’okay.”

It felt so embarrassingly awful that she and Harry would never be.

*

They ordered takeout, had a drink while they waited—barely speaking as they did, and headed back to the hotel. Of course, they took the stairs. She didn’t even feel like eating as she sat across from Harry on the balcony. He ate his veggie stir fry quietly while she poked at the pasta in her takeout box. “That’s pasta, you remember?” He smirked at her. “You’re supposed t’eat it,” he encouraged. Trying to joke so she would feel a little better.

She couldn’t even muster an eye roll for him. Ending before they started...after a whirlwind of one night and day of the convention seemed utterly unfair.

“Lovie?” He asked quietly. She didn’t respond. She was worried she would cry. “Beautiful,” he murmured setting his food aside, crouched beside her seat and pushed her food to the side as well.

“I...I think I really like you,” she whispered.

He smiled. “Well finally, lovie. But y’don’t have t’cry ‘bout it, m’right here,” he gave her knee a gentle squeeze. Like he was consoling her.

She shook her head. “S’not fair to you or all that time I wasted. And I’m so weird.”

“You’re not weird, lovie,” he promised.

“Yes, I am, Harry.”

He shook his head. “Y’seriously going t’continue pushing me away when m’literally on my knees in front of you, beautiful? I don’t care if y’weird or not. I don’t care if y’cry on elevators or if y’sing in the shower. You’re m’favorite person t’annoy and I want t’do it, knowing I can kiss you after every joke,” he looked up at her eyes from his crouched position. “Y’don’t have t’waste any more time, lovie. M’right here.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, worried she was going to say no or something just because she was so nervous about all of it. It was twenty years of disliking Harry (well, not really, but yes really). That was twenty years of hating small spaces of getting nervous in crowds and explaining to boyfriends that she couldn’t attend some events even when she wanted to.

But Harry didn’t care.

And she believed him.

She should have begged him to leave her alone because it wasn’t fair to him, and she truly believed that. Harry was so much kinder than she ever, ever imagined. Now he was right, of course. He was right here. Right in front of her. Literally on his knees telling her he wanted her. Despite everything. So instead of opening her mouth where she might say no, she nodded slowly.

He sighed with relief and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her toward him. He carefully squeezed her rubbing his hand up and down her back so soothingly she wanted to cry some more. Harry had the gentlest touch, and it was melting her—inside and out. She sighed into his chest, arms wrapping back around him. She even pressed her face right into his T-shirt and didn’t feel the creeping sensation of doom surrounding her. Instead, all she could smell was the scent of Harry’s laundry detergent and the very essence of Harry.

“Thank you, beautiful,” he sighed into the top of her hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. He pushed her away from his body but kept her in between his arms. He really loved touching her face. “Can’t wait t’join you in the shower, now,” he winked.

She rolled her eyes. He wasn’t going to quit, that much was certain. “You should be better than that detachable shower head,” she murmured.

He stared at her fully for at least half a minute, unable to speak. He cleared his throat after what seemed like a lifetime and then kissed the center of her forehead followed by the tip of her nose. Right before he kissed her lips for the first time in their lives, he whispered, “that I have t’see, lovie.”

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Reddit Discovers a Relationship

Summary: Peter is acting strangely following a trip to Asgard and you, naturally, take to Reddit to get opinions from absolute strangers Pairing: Peter Parker x Gn!Reader Wc: 2k tags: readers gender is up to the viewer, mentions of cheating but nothing happens, reader is the adoptive child of Loki, this is formatted like a Reddit post LOL a/n: this came to me in a dream

r/AmItheAsshole 4d ago

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AITA for being upset with my bf for being weird after we visited my family abroad?

Hii! Sorry if formatting and spelling is wrong, I’m on mobile. 

So, I (20nb) and my boyfriend (21m) met when we were both around 15, dating since we were 17. If it matters we met through my (adoptive) uncle: they sort of worked together but in the way that you work with Jane from Accounting. It’s a relatively small business so we did eventually cross paths, I don’t want to go into details for privacy's sake, sorry. If it’s confusing I’ll explain in an edit. 

EDIT: basically he’s the bosses intern-turned-employee, I’m the weird guy's brother's kid turned employee. He joined at 15, I ‘joined’ at 13, i’ve been there two years longer than him

So, recently I went to visit my dad in our home country for two weeks with my uncle and his maybe gf, naturally my bf, wanted to join. He wasn’t allowed to at first bc the last time we tried something similar to this he kind of died?? I’m not sure if the event is still triggering for people, but it was that global event where the population got… sanded?? EDIT: yes the blimp But after that I get nervous with him traveling around there, I know it’s not normal and he would be perfectly fine. It took a while but I eventually agreed that he could go. 

We get there without any hiccups and he sees my country for the first time, i literally have to drag him into my childhood home and let him set up a room. My dad wouldn’t let us sleep in the same room, he went to crazy lengths for that lol. But that was fine, it was only two weeks. Really a week and half. But we have a good time, he meets my old friends, I taught him some traditional cooking and such, we explored for a whole day. I literally took him flower picking and they're in our living room. He spends some time with my folks, some of which I was too busy for, my friends had dragged me out and one time no one woke me up. The last day we spent I literally did not see him at all, like at all. And one of my friends, I’ll call her Vivi, was gone too even though we all said we’d have a group picnic in the garden. 

Eventually, we leave back and he’s just… I don’t want to say ignoring me but he’s definitely distant. He’s hiding his phone (not that I check it, it’s just he got a screen blocker thing, he’s leaving it face down, and in the car, he stops all the notifications from coming through the speakers), he’s all sweaty around me, genuinely will not talk about the trip, he keeps asking if I’ve kept in touch with my friends and what they’ve said. 

Prior to this. he’d literally shove his phone in my face to show me videos or text his aunt if his hands are busy. I’ve heard his text messages between him and his friends where they talk about embarrassing topics like him peeing his pants bc he was drunk. He’s also not one to really sweat, he’s nervous a lot but it’s never like this. 

At work he’s asking to be paired with other people and my uncle keeps staring at him?? they talk in the corner a lot and my uncle cannot whisper for the life of him but he suddenly learned. 

I spoke to one of my friends, not the childhood friends but ones I made here, and they think he’s cheating. Idk, we’re never really apart for him to. We live and work together. We commute together. Our friend groups overlap a whole bunch to the point where I only have two friends that aren’t his friends and the same with him. The same friend said he’s always been off, she just never said anything bc I really like him. I’m cutting her off because even if she is right, that’s a weird thing to harbor right?? like if my friend had a shady bf I’d definitely let them know when I felt that. But maybe that’s an American thing, I don’t know. 

I asked him about it, I think three times. Each time he gets more nervous and I’ve decided I’m going to be the same way. His boss, who’s really just like a weird older brother or something to me, says I’m being petty and we need to grow up and talk. His wife says she did the same thing to him and the issue ended up being that he was going through major heart problems and she still feels bad about that. But i don’t think he’s having heart issues, our jobs need regular medical checkups and he’s his same healthy self. 

Am I going crazy? Should I ask again?

EDIT: he’s 21 and I’m 20 but we met when we were both 15 bc his birthday is earlier than mine is

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WNDRGRL639 • 3d ago

NTA, i’m sorry sweets but it does sound like he cheated. That day where he was gone with ViVi for the whole day is suspicious, have you talked to her to see what she was doing?

-> throwRA-unclepleasedontseethis OP

Communication with people back home is difficult. They’re kind of the send a bird to deliver mail type, I can only talk to my dad when he’s in this specific area bc it has signal. It’s a portable device from over here. I don’t want to ask him to ask her because everyone is kind of… fearful of my dad but I don’t think she would do that. 

—> Holding_Space

why don’t you think she would?? also NTA 

—-> throwRA-unclepleasedontseethis OP

bc she’s only into women, sorry I forgot to add that detail I was in a rush 

JoyfulCalling629 • 4d ago

NTA, it’s frustrating when a partner doesn’t say what’s on their mind but give it time. could it have been something your uncle and dad said? are they too protective?

-> throwRA-unclepleasedontseethis OP

I wouldn’t put it past my dad but my uncle absolutely adores my bf, like even if we weren’t dating they’d still have the same relationship lol. but from what I noticed my dad does like my bf, he just comes off as scary to basically everyone 

—> Daylighthatings

NTA but it sounds like your bf wants to propose!! my wife was the same way leading up to the proposal 

—-> throwRA-unclepleasedontseethis OP

hmm. We’ve spoken about marriage for sure, so I know it’s something on his mind. I’m going to hope it’s that and not any of these crazy ideas lol. I saw someone say he’s planning on leaving me for my dad, that he’s cheating with my uncle, that i’ve probably scared him off bc my country must be scary. 

——> Daylighthatings

aw it’s certainly none of those, i’ve read through your other replies and the two of you seem absolutely smitten

fhendnsn79 • 2d ago

YTA, he probably gotten scared by your dad. keeping the two of you separate for two weeks? he has issues. not to mention you kept bringing up him dying! i’d want to break up too probably call the cops too

-> throwRA-unclepleasedontseethis OP

trust me when I say this, I have your address and I’m sending the IRS bc you have unfiled taxes since 2010 good luck in prison!!!!

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r/confessions 2d ago

u/spiderman

I asked my partners dad for the family ring and I’m planning to propose but they think I’m cheating on them 

Hii! First time posting, sorry if the formatting is wonky I’m on my phone. Throwaway bc my partner knows my main

Okay, so I (21m) and my partner (20nb), have been together for around 3 years and I knew I wanted to propose to them after they agreed to binge watch all of Star Trek with me even though they hate (and I mean HATE) most alien media because it’s inaccurate. They ended up enjoying it, but that’s not the point. 

Recently we visited their dad, after a lot of pestering they agreed to let me go and I was super nervous. It wasn’t my first time meeting their dad, maybe the third time but I was about to ask a man who could kill me in a second if I could get his family ring so I could marry his only child. I tried to tire them out, meeting with friends, taking me across a lot and I mean a lot of hills and such so I could also talk to their best friend alone. I’ll call her Ivvi. So, I didn’t have a lot of time and unfortunately had to spend the last day of the trip with Ivvi and their dad talking about traditional wedding stuff and how to properly propose (i didn’t even know there was a wrong way!!!) 

So, with all those expectations I’m super nervous. I have to hide my phone bc their uncle is sending me texts about it and he absolutely does not know how to speak in code. my aunt is the same way and I Don't want them to ruin it. I’m also so close to just blurting out the question so (we work at the same place) I’ve been avoiding them. Their uncle keeps pulling me away to ask when and it’s making me so nervous I can’t even think straight around them anymore. 

They’re starting to notice, not start they BEEN noticing but now they’re giving me the cold shoulder. I know this one friend they have, not Ivvi, it’s this one friend they met during college who I CANNOT stand bc she’s fake. They can’t see it because they tend to take things at face value when it comes to Americans because they think we don’t like to lie. I’ve been trying to tell them that it’s not true. But yeah. That friend spoke to one of my friends who asked me if I cheated and i, of course said no, and spilled my whole plan to her because if anyone could help, it would def be her. 

But I know that friend planted some evil seed in my partners head and now I have to rush my plans. 

I’ll update this after I propose tho!!!!

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DjMightyThor • 2d ago

I just checked… this is Spiderman’s official Reddit. 

Xsavior • 2d ago

SPIDERMAN IS PROPOSING TO NORIDC???

MegannnHorsie • 1d ago

didn’t know they were that serious wow

Spideyfan4EVA • 2d ago

does he know he posted this to his main hopefully Nordic doesn’t see this LMFAOOO

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r/BestofRedditorUpdates • 1 hr. ago

u/TonyStark

Clearly, I am not Nordic or Spiderman but they’re both too embarrassed to update. You’re welcome. 

Original post- Nordic

Original post- Spiderman

Thought I should update the people of Reddit on the kids proposal plans. I was unfortunately not there but I was fortunate enough to hack into the cameras in their apartment to see it. So, I’ll give a sort of play by play. 

Spiderman, in the living room with the place decorated in Asgardian stuff, rose petals everywhere and their favorite song in the background. He’s typing the Reddit story because he’s so nervous. 

Nordic, coming back from hanging with their friends, enters the apartment. Spiderman posts it without double checking ANYTHING. Chucks his phone into the kitchen sink somehow. 

Nordic walks inside and looks at the sink before looking at Spiderman. Ugly cries, a lot of tears. Like a lot. I asked (got permission to post) and apparently some of the items were from their since deceased family, so it was extra emotional. Spiderman, in full fucking Asgardian, asks Nordic to marry them. Oh it’s snotty tears now. Idk wtf he said, and Thor won’t translate, so…

There’s two rings!! The royal one and one from Nordic’s blood family. They kiss and fireworks!!! Joking, that’s a fire hazard. But he does immediately call Thor, who was in the room with Sam. I heard the tears from my office. They hang up and I’ll cut the rest of the footage bc I do not want to bleach my eyes thank you. 

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spiderman • 1 hr. ago

MR STARK YOU DIDNT NEED TO PUT THE LAST PART 

-> throwRA-unclepleasedontseethis 

or any of this actually why are you in our cameras??

—> TonyStark  I made them.

[lunabug2004]

Something I've noticed recently is the difference in which people notice or think/talk about Nancy and Mike's survivor's guilt.

People seem to be much more open to the notion of Nancy having survivor's guilt, also they tend to pick up on it easier, and I think the reason for this Nancy actually kinda demonstrates herself in s2, when talking to Jonathan when she says "Yeah, but it's different for you. Will came home."

Now, Mike feels survivor's guilt in connection to both Will and El, and Nancy for Barb, and the difference between them is that both Will and El actually survive. But the thing that people tend to forget is that Mike saw Will's "dead body", he saw El disappear in front of his own eyes just to not hear from her for almost a year, he saw his best friend's body and mind be taken over by a terrifying monster (who he had just told he wouldn't let happen to him a day or so before). So, yes, El and Will may not be dead, but in any case, esp in Mike's 11-14 year old brain, that doesn't really mean much at all. Mental illnesses don't go away just because the thing that caused them did. I mean, that's legitimately what PTSD is!

Talking about s2 specifically for example, even at the beginning of the season, most of the GA already knew that El was still alive, but knew for sure that Barb was dead. The show parallels Nancy and Mike in ep 1, with Nancy crying in Barb's house and Mike looking terribly upset while boxing up toys in his basement. Despite this parallel though, most people I've watched only pick up on Nancy's survivor's guilt. Even though Mike goes on to try and contact El, who he still (mostly) believes is dead, lots of people just go "aw that's sad" or "aw that's sweet" and move on.

Idk if it's just because he's younger, or that, as I said before, the audience knows El is still alive, but it's always seemed to me that people don't take Mike's mental health problems as seriously as they take Nancy's when really, they're in a very similar boat.

[jade-jini]

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙…"

Student Council President!Chaewon x Little Menace Reader

Genre: Friends (love-hate) with benefits. smut. Fluff (kinda lmao)

TW: overstimulation. Orgasm delay)? Little bit of choking ‘cause it doesn’t hurt. Jealousy, chae is lowkey possessive idk what to tell you.

This is based on this stucon presi!chae x menace reader storyline, so I’d go check that first 100%.

What for others would look like you simply talking and laughing with some of your friends, to chaewon (my least possessive friend Ofc) looked like the stupid flirty menace she unfortunately likes was surrounded by popular pretty girls, minutes away from probably choosing who chaewon’s replacement/competition/rival the subject of your attention is gonna be for the weekend.

It wasn’t like that tho, at all. Actually, to most people’s surprise (and disappointment), you weren’t interested in getting with nobody else besides chaewon, but this last part was Ofc something only you and her knew.

And yes she knew it! She didn’t think like this about you. Not all the time at least. Only when she was really jealous. Her mind would betray her creating fake scenarios where you go and fuck somebody else as good as you fucked her. Or where you’d let other people explore that body that she so much loved, making her get all impulsive and angry and ugh! She had to go there and showed you and everybody who tf owned you.

She decided she’s had enough when she sees Chaeryeong grabbing your waist.

She was simply helping you with a dance move that she showed you and you wanted to learn.

“Bs”, according to chaewon. Specially when the other girls are looking at you like you’re a piece of meat while you’re dancing so sexy.

(None of that was actually happening snjddj they’re just laughing with/at you ‘cause you’re too silly and can’t get the move right. Wonie is insane).

But she was jealous af, so out of impulse (this is your influence istg) she walked to you, grabbed your wrist and threw a cheap excuse about how you had to help the stuco members finish some stuff as part of one of your punishments.

You weren’t even sure if that was true or not (probably yes) but you didn’t even have a chance to fight as she dragged you down the hallway. You could only wave a goodbye to the other girls while they waved back with confused expressions in their faces, not saying anything because who in their right mind would argue with a clearly angry Kim Chaewon.

“We should pray for her” Ryujin said. And oh was she right.

Chaewon grabbed your wrist tighter and pulled you to an empty janitor’s closet, locking the door quickly.

“Umm, Wonie?-” you started, clearly confused about what was happening, but got cut off.

“Shut up.” she whispered while pushing you against the door, pressing her body against yours and kissing you aggressively.

You had no idea what was going on but you don’t have time to even process a question when her hand is already inside your pants, teasing you and making you wetter than you already were. The girl lets go of your lips at the same time so she can see your reaction, while you sigh both ‘cause of the lack of air in your lungs and ‘cause of the pleasure and intensity of her eyes.

“Unnie what’s-”

“Shut.up.”

Oh?? -

Her fingers started moving slowly on your clit, which is surprising in contrast with the aggressive way she basically kidnapped you in this closet.

Don’t get confused tho, she totally wants to ruin you right now for making her feel this way. So impulsive, so angry, so jealous. Acting without stopping herself to reason and to choose a coherent decision. That is so you. This wasn’t Chaewon. This wasn’t her, tf?. She was upset at you and wanted you to know it, to feel it burning through your body the way it was through hers. But first she had to make you believe she’s taking things slow.

“Wonie, that feels good…”

“Yeah?” She asked in that sensual soft tone she sometimes used, accompanied with a smile “I make you feel good, don’t I?”

“Of course you do baby…” you answered, already starting to get lost in the pleasure the girl was making you feel, closing your eyes while you rested your head against the door behind you. Biting your lip and unconsciously moving a little bit under her touch, starting to give Chaewon a little show.

“Better than Chaeryeong?”

…oh.

“Better than all those girls? Hm? Don’t think I didn’t see you basically flirting with all of them. Tell me, do I make you feel better than them?”

Oh no.

“Oh I’m fucked” you thought. Chaewon was jealous. That’s why she was being so impulsive and careless. And here you were thinking she was just starting to get too affected ‘cause of your company.

You could be a little bit of flirt, yes. But it was part of your personality, it was just natural! Plus it was mostly just joking around, you were friends with those girls, and honestly chaewon kept you too distracted to think about other girls like that, let alone actually get with other girls. Even if you guys weren’t exactly dating. (Lets go losers who are loyal without dating wooo)

“Chaewon, it’s not like that, with Chaer-”

“Shut. Up!” She whispered-screamed “I don’t wanna hear other girls’ names while I’m fucking you, let alone their stupid little nicknames, what’s wrong with you?!”

“But you asked me if- Ah fuck!” you almost screamed in a high pitched cry when she suddenly put her fingers all the way inside you.

“And your answer wasn’t supposed to include another girl’s name.” she said between her teeth, slowly but hardly fingering you.

“I- I’m sorry…”

“Now tell me. Do I make you feel better than them?”

You were gonna answer but she started going so fast on purpose, sending your mind to another planet.

“answer me or I’ll stop and you won’t get to come today.”

“Yes! Yes you’re so good. You’re better than everybody else, you’re perfect!” you said in between moans while trying to catch your breath. Compliments kept falling from your mouth and Chaewon loved every second of it. You guys couldn’t be too loud tho.

“Be quiet, somebody might hear you!”

“I can’t, it feels too good…”

“Yeah?” She said while softening her tone and smiling. Those little moans and whimpers while you grabbed her shoulders, causing wrinkles in her perfectly ironed uniform. She’d normally complain about it but she couldn’t care less, not when you’re looking and sounding so cute, making her forget why was she even mad about to begin with.

“Too good… unnie…” and Omg she can’t help but to shut you up with a kiss. Her kisses went to your neck while you unbuttoned your shirt.

“What are you doing?” The president asked while looking at you, stopping her kisses.

“I need kisses there too..” you answered, referring to your now very sensitive tits.

“And who told you you had any type of control on what’s happening here right now?” She said in a mocking tone.

“Unnie, please…” you begged, looking up at her and pouting, your eyes basically screaming your desire for her mouth to cease the needs that that part of your body was feeling. And that’s all it took for her walls to break and give in.

“Fuck. you’re lucky you’re cute and have those puppy eyes.” She said while moving your bra up and starting to leave kisses on your chest.

“Ha, thanks. Jen says the same all the time” you said without thinking. And you regretted it immediately when you realized you once again dropped somebody else’s name. Chaewon stopped her kisses and fingers inside you, making you groan as you felt that familiar sensation of your orgasm getting close painfully disappearing. Ah fuck.

“Oh really?” she said, sarcasm floating around her tone while she looked up at you. You gulped.

Chaewon (almost) never got jealous of her best friend. She knew you guys were friends even before she appeared in the picture at all. But right now? Every other human being was simply a rival for her. Even Yunjin. It was you and her. And you were hers. And she’ll fuck every other girl, person, name, thought out of your fucking mind if she has too. You get distracted way too easily for her liking.

“What else does she do that I do too, hm?” she asked while starting to move her fingers again slowly.

“I- I’m sorry unnie I didn’t mean to-” you tried to say but she wasn’t having it.

“No no, cmon tell me. What does my friend and I have in common?” she added, a fake-interested tone adorning her voice “does she also tells you how tight your pussy always is even after fucking it deep and hard a million times?”

You whimpered at her dirty talking, not being able to answer as your brain was malfunctioning with the pleasure added by her words and the stimulation she started to give to your nipples with her other hand.

“Does she tell you how perfect your tits fit in her hands? Or how good you taste in her mouth? Tell me does she tell you all those things while she fucks you as good as I do” She whispered in your ear while fucking you harder and faster.

You couldn’t form one single thought. You could only shook your head because of course Yunjin hasn’t done any of that Tf?! Doesn’t mean you weren’t turned on by this jealous side of Chaewon, who’d be so possessive even when she knows she’s the only one who tells you and does all those things to you.

“You know ~oh f-fuck~ that only you can make me feel this good, unnie” you moaned in her ear with your low voice, and you could feel her whimper against your neck. “Chaewon.. fuck I’m gonna come…” you said, your voice getting slightly high pitched, praying she’d finally let you come instead of building your orgasm and stopping.

“Do it for me, baby. Only for me” she answered while sucking on one of your nipples and moaning against it, as her free hand grabbed your neck, tightening around it slightly just the way she knew you liked it, creating a sensation that was more than enough to send you to your climax. You came hard all over her hand, but she didn’t stop or slow down.

“Fuck! Wonie, wait…!” you said while trying to move her hand but that only made her slap yours Lmao.

“ah ah ah! Keep your hands to yourself baby” the girl whispered in that sexy voice she has while getting on her knees, never removing her eyes from yours. If they weren’t so hypnotizing maybe you would’ve realized what she was gonna do. Only the sensation of her tongue inside your pussy replacing her fingers brought you back to reality.

“Holy fuck Wonie!” you almost screamed, quickly covering your mouth with your hand and biting hard to avoid any other sound coming from you. Her tongue, reaching every right spot right after your first orgasm, being too overwhelming “Chaewon, please slow down, it’s too much!” you whispered-screamed. You looked down at her, and regretted it immediately.

The girl simply went to your clit and shook her head in a “no” motion while stimulating it with the tip of her tongue, her fingers back inside your pussy moving fast and hard. God she looked so Fuckin hot like that. Her pretty eyes fixed in your face, that stupid egocentric smile that made her eyes looked like crescent moons, nothing in her mind but to fuck you until your legs were shaking. That plus the way she moved her fingers and mouth on you, without even giving you a break from your recent orgasm, was making you feel extra sensitive. Pleasure running from head to toe. You could hear your heart in your ears.

“Fuck! Oh my god, Wonie! Ahh…” you cried with the little string of voice you had left. tears forming in your barely open eyes while you gave the girl on her knees what she wanted and came all over her fingers and mouth. Your legs felt like jelly, so while getting up and licking her lips clean, she grabbed you so you wouldn’t fall.

“Are you ok?” The president asked giggling, holding you close to her and feeling your agitated breathing against her chest. You shook your head, making her giggle again.

“What was that?!” You asked her, shocked and still not completely back after the intense experience the girl in front of you made you have.

“hmm, nothing. Just felt like stealing your attention” She answered, to then lick her fingers clean. God, you didn’t understand what that woman did to you, you haven’t even recovered from whatever that was, yet you could feel yourself slowly getting horny again. Thank and fuck youth for the high sex drive.

“It’s not typical of Kim Chaewon to do something like this tho” you reminded her, hugging her by the shoulders. She scrunched her nose cutely at the comment.

“That’s true, but you’re so cute like this”.

“What, all messy after we fuck? you asked her laughing while slowly getting your breath to start going back to normal. She softly slapped your arm.

“Not that, when you’re only mine…” she said while hiding her face against your neck, and her fingers slowly traveled between your thighs again.

well, damn.