#I WOKE UP I CHECKED MY PHONE I TURNED ON MY COMPUTER TO WORK ON A PROJECT I LOOKED AT THE RECOMENDED SONGS FOR A SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

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[lanabuckybarnes]

Might have re-watched Captain America: Winter Soldier again 🫣....and it's just something about the way he says "You're my misson." All I know is this gives off HUGE smutty vibes. I love your written so I just knew I had to ask you!

Ohh nonnie the way he growls it as well (panties soaked)

18+ MINORS DNI, DUB/NON CON THEMES AHEAD

His metal hand pressed against your throat, you should’ve passed out ages ago but he wasn’t squeezing enough to hurt. He was keeping you in place.

You don’t know how you ended up on Hydra’s watchlist. You were a regular person, a security expert who woke up at 6am every morning, showered and got ready for the long hours at the office.

Your boss had some new clientele. They were in the market for top-notch security and they’d chosen the company you worked for, and your boss had chosen you to be part of the team. You learned quickly that they were a very secretive group, you only ever met the messengers and even then they blanked every other word you spoke besides a polite hello.

It was one boring day, completely uneventful, the usual in your office. You were working on the can’t security side of the project when your screen went black, then a logo appeared—an octopus? Weird.

“Hey Jim come look at this” you notified your cubicle neighbour who peaked over the barrier. Just as he did mountains of files filtered onto your screen, many of them in Russian it looked like but one thing was for certain. You definitely shouldn’t have seen it.

That night after packing up and heading downstairs you noticed Jim still at the revolving doors.

“Hey, you alright?” You asked, he looked pale, if you were in an old house you were sure you would’ve mistook him for a ghost.

“T-the—“ he cleared his throat before his brown eyes bore into yours. They looked dead, it shook you to your core. “The logo, on your computer…I searched it up and…”

Your jaw dropped to the floor when you digested the content on his phone. Hydra. Your new clients were Hydra and you’d accidentally seen all their files.

—

You jumped from your dreamless sleep at the sound of your landline. Checking your clock lets you know it was well past midnight, who on earth would be calling at this time?

“H-hello?” You rasped, eyes shutting by the second.

The frantic voice spoke your name. It was Jim and by his tone, he was panicking.

“Jim? Jim, are you alright?” You pressed, holding the phone closer to your ear.

“T-they’re here, listen to me whatever you do, do not open your door. Find a weapon and hide…oh god…Do not op—“ BANG!!

You let out a shriek at the sound, Jim’s side turning eerily quiet. Then your door knocked.

Once.

Twice.

Your door was gone before it could be knocked for a third time. Kicked so hard it hit the opposite wall, you screamed, dropping the phone from your ear and falling to the ground like you were made of jelly.

Tears flowed freely down your face as the huge body stalked forth, his arm glistening under the dim light you kept on at all times. A mask sat upon his face obscuring his emotions from you but you were certain he was enjoying the torture he was putting you through.

His heavy boots stopped just in front of your knees, his metal hand grasped at your throat squeezing until your vision spotted, until you garbled pleas up at him. Only then did he pull you up, your toes pointing to reach the floor, you were trying desperately to relieve some of the pressure around your throat.

You should’ve died a long time ago, his brain screamed at him to fulfil his mission, put a bullet in your skull and be done. But the more he looked at you the more he wanted.

The spaghetti straps of your nightgown had slipped down off your shoulders, catching in the crooks of your elbows but not before giving him a delicious tease of your bust.

He wanted more.

He raised his flesh hand, hooking a long thick index finger into the material before ripping it from your body in one fell swoop. You yelled and struggled against his grasp but a harsh squeeze of your trachea had any fight dying quickly.

He let his knuckles trace the swell of your tits, pinching a nipple in between his fingers, smirking darkly under the mask as you squirmed.

You look cute all scared of him; wide-eyed and chest heaving, your tummy sucking in to get away from his hand as it trailed down to your cotton panties.

A dark chuckle escaped him as he felt along your gusset.

“You’re wet”

You shook your head, eyes darting anywhere but him, your thighs squeezing his hand and keeping it pressed firmly against your mound.

He ripped the panties from your body as well, running two fingers through your folds and bringing them up to your face. Absolutely soaked.

“Wet” he spoke matter-of-factly before pushing his hand back down there; fingers plucking your hard little clit effortlessly until you were crying out.

“W-why are you doing this” you moaned, head hitting off the wall with a bang as you sucked in air greedily.

“You’re my mission” he growled back, fingers stretching you out until your brain turned to mush.

He coaxed four orgasms out of you that night. His mask, thrown to the floor so he could kiss you sloppily before leaving.

He returned night after night, Hydra sending him to complete his task but he’d do the same again, play with you, eat you out until you were a writhing mess—all dumb and thinking of nothing but him.

You were his mission. For days, months, years. You were his.

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I pulled this outta my ass but I hope it was up to your standard nonnie 🤭🤭

Also thank you so much, it’s nice to know some people enjoy reading the poo I write.

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[todomochi-uwu]

Who (1/?) -J.Y & S.M

Pairing: Poly! Jeong Yunho x reader x Song Mingi

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: This content is for a mature audience

Synopsis: You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you.

Other chapters: Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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"Mingi, please. I think we should talk; I don't feel good and…" He was quick to cut you off.

"Y/n not right now, I'm tired."

You are always tired these days…

"Yunho, love do you want to go out and check out that new cafeteria? I heard they have…" He was quick to cut you off.

"Y/n not right now, I'm busy."

You are always busy these days...

Things haven't been the same in a while, always in a rush, always in a mood. You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you. It was a type of routine you had grown accustomed to, and even if it was killing you inside, the idea of being without them was way worse than the pain of their neglect. Cold, endless nights laying in a bed that was way too big for you; tasteless dinner plates that would end up in the trashcan or at the back of the fridge rotting. A home that was crumbling from its foundations, one that you had so desperately tried to patch up and fix by yourself. But in the end, you just had to face the cruel reality, that they don't care. You were not a priority; your relationship was at the bottom of their list.

That's how you ended up at Chan's apartment, in the middle of the night, with so much as your phone in your pocket and your heart in your hand.  He had been your main support the last weeks, anything you wanted, anything you needed, no questions asked. Whenever you woke up crying, whenever you broke down in the middle of the day, Chan was always there to comfort you. And so, you laid there, in his chest, the aftermath of a movie night in which you had only cried twice, an important milestone.

The constant buzzing in the pocket of your pyjamas was making it quite hard for you to continue sleeping. You knew exactly who dared bother you so late at night, it had been the same callers every single night for the past month.

"Don't answer it." Chan's groggy voice filled your ears. He was right. You declined the call and turned off your phone.

But said-call had already done its job, you couldn't stop thinking about the phone, well the people behind it. Your phone was full of texts and missed calls, eight people behind them, because their friends were loyal like that.

They are so sorry.

Please talk to them.

Yunho is drowning himself in work.

Mingi doesn't even talk to us.

Funny it is. A few weeks ago, it seemed they could live perfectly fine without you; they could go on with their day without even glancing your way. You gave them every single piece of your being just to get crumbles in return. But at the same time, your heart is weak, it can’t help but break every time you read one of their texts, wondering if they miss you that much, if they are sorry, if maybe, just maybe, you should go back.

“Y/n… you are overthinking again.” Bang Chan said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“I know, I just feel bad, Chan. Maybe I overreacted, maybe if I tried a bit harder to talk to them…” There you were again, trying to justify their actions. Chan gave you the same stern look he had been giving you for weeks, every time you blamed yourself.

He got up, not mentioning the subject anymore. Tired of going on about the same subject, “Hey, are you hungry? I can make you something or we can order in.”

It would be a lie to say you were not enjoying Chan’s presence. Having someone to talk to, someone to have a meal with, even someone who sits next to you without being on their phone or computer, you miss not feeling alone. And even though you were heartbroken, you felt warm on the inside.

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

While you might be doing somewhat okay, the other parts of your relationship were not. The house was in complete silence, no matter the hour, no matter the day, no one would dare say a word, their mouths too busy sobbing every single time they remembered their sins, taking you for granted, neglecting you, breaking you.

Yunho would keep himself busy at the hospital, the idea of going back to a broken home simply made him nauseous, and even if the lack of food and the stress were killing him, he much rather endure that than face the harsh truth. Mingi wasn’t any better, endless nights spent in the office, acting as if he was reviewing cases, but the reality was that he just wanted a place to cry without anyone noticing him. Even the love between them was running cold. Fight after fight, they spat cruel words and thoughts trying to get all the hurt and anger out of their chests, blaming themselves, blaming each other. How did they not notice things were so wrong? How could they let things get so wrong?

“Oh, don’t act as if I'm the only one who wasn’t here, you slept at the office almost every day. I came home late, but you didn’t even come at all.” Yunho said, venom in his voice and a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Mingi scratched his forehead in frustration, he could feel the bile going up his throat. “Forgive me for trying to pay the bills, someone has to pay for the house, the student loans, the fucking food that’s on the table.”

“Fuck off, don’t you dare say I’m not bringing any money. Besides, you know that this is temporary while I finish my residency…”

And there the cycle began once again, a screaming match of arguments that never went anywhere, masking the true cause of their pain. Tears ran down their faces, their voices broke down more and more with each word they let out, Yunho's body trembled so much it hurt, while Mingi’s chest felt as if it was about to explode.

“I’m not okay, Yunho.” It was the first time any of them said it out loud, his voice was much raspier and heavier than the usual one.

“I'm not either, Mingi.” He whispered, fearing he would break down even more if he admitted it much louder.

“She left three weeks ago.”

Yunho could only nod.

“She’s not coming back, is she?”

“I don’t know, Mingi.”

[nebuladreamerrr]

Chicken wings| Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

Summary: A small forgetfulness forces you to have to turn to Kylian to buy you some things, without knowing the confusion it will create.

Warnings: English is not my first language, and I got the inspiration through various TikToks that had been in my fyp. 

You had been grappling with menstrual cramps for weeks, but recent stress had sidelined them from your attention. At work, tensions were high with the onset of the new summer season and negotiations with prominent designers to boost sales. Additionally, your impending departure from the country with Kylian had triggered a flurry of packing at home, as you prepared to store away memories and swiftly transform your new residence into a comfortable haven. Despite your financial ease, you couldn't avoid the tedious task of deciding which items should remain in Paris until the season's end – your computer and attire for scheduled advertising campaigns – and what to leave behind until you settled into your new abode.

The flurry of events had caused you to overlook purchasing a box of pads and tampons. Since childhood, your periods have been lengthy but thankfully not too painful. Knowing the possibility of your period's imminent arrival, you understood the importance of being prepared to prevent any unwanted mishaps.

As you woke up this morning and felt something slick between your legs, you immediately grasped what had occurred. Hastily, you rose to prevent any further mess, relieved to find the pristine white linen sheets on your bed untouched. Seizing the opportunity while Kylian was at training, you swiftly changed them and tossed them into the washing machine. Despite their cleanliness, the lingering discomfort prompted you to make the switch.

After completing all these tasks, you made your way determinedly to the bathroom within the master bedroom, only to gasp at the realization of your oversight. You had forgotten to purchase your feminine hygiene products, leaving you feeling almost resigned to waiting until Kylian returned from training and noticed the situation. Yet, barely fifteen minutes had elapsed before you acknowledged the impossibility of remaining idle for so long.

You reached for your phone in an attempt to reach out to some friends, but they were all occupied with work or away from Paris. You even tried contacting your mother-in-law, attempting to downplay the situation due to the embarrassment it caused. However, Fayza had to inform you that she couldn't assist you, as she was attending Ethan's match. Despite her willingness to come over if necessary, you didn't want her to miss her youngest son's game. Grateful for her offer, you politely declined before ending the call and opting to message your partner instead.

You were aware that he likely wouldn't check his phone until an hour later, once training was over, especially if they had an early session that day. So you began composing the message, struggling with how to phrase it, as every attempt seemed too embarrassing. You and Kylian were quite close, but you had never asked him to purchase a box of sanitary pads for you. You were almost certain he hardly knew the model or brand you preferred, as you kept them tucked away in the same cupboard where various soaps and spare shampoos were stored, along with his beard shaver—items he typically paid little attention to. After much contemplation, you settled on this message:

"Hey baby, I forgot there were no pads and tampons left. Can you stop by the supermarket after training to buy tampons and pads with wings. Thank you so much, je t'aime".

You waited anxiously, attempting to distract yourself by experimenting with various nail polishes that had been sent to you for collaboration—an opportunity you hadn't yet had time to explore. "Make the most of the time" you reminded yourself, striving to find a silver lining in the situation. However, your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a notification from your partner: "Perfect, darling, I've just finished. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of the door opening and footsteps ascending the stairs caught your attention. Yet, it was the soothing tone of your boyfriend's voice that truly lifted your spirits, pulling you from your reverie. Politely, he sought permission to enter before gently presenting you with the pads and tampons he had purchased, his greeting marked by a tender kiss. With a considerate gesture, he then exited the bathroom, affording you some privacy. Though accustomed to seeing each other unclothed countless times before, he intuited your desire for a moment to freshen up and alleviate the mild discomfort you were experiencing.

You were surprised to find wingless pads, but you guessed that Kylian might not have been able to find them and felt too awkward to inquire about their whereabouts or your preferred brand. After a lengthy, soothing shower and making yourself comfortable, you made your way to the living room, relieved to finally stand up. There, you found your boyfriend flipping through TV channels in search of something engaging to watch. His expression suggested he was having trouble finding anything appealing, so your arrival seemed to brighten his mood.

"Everything alright, mon amour?" asked your boyfriend as he tried to decipher your expression.

"Yes, thank you very much, darling," you replied as you settled down next to him on the couch.

"I was surprised you asked for wings, as you usually hate greasy food when you have your period. But I left the bag defrosting, assuming that's what my girl would like for lunch," he explained as he snuggled into your arms.

You tried not to laugh, but you couldn't help it when you realized how confused Kylian had been. Your sudden startled reaction prompted him to ask, "What's wrong, sweetie? You're scaring me."

You felt embarrassed, knowing that Kylian wouldn't let the topic go until you explained. So, reluctantly, you decided to address it.

"Sweetheart, I didn't ask for chicken wings, I asked for pads with wings. But it's okay, honey, the wingless pads worked just the same," you explained, trying to downplay the situation.

"What? I'm so sorry, I thought you were asking me for three things, I wasn't quite sure where..." But you interrupted him with a kiss because you knew it wasn't either of your faults.

"It's all right, Kyky. Let's look on the bright side - we already have food for today."

OMGGG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT. I know that this story is shorter than usual but it was the best I could do in the amount of time I had. Remember that requests are open in case you want to send any ideas but dw cuz I got a lot of ideas written down for when I have more time.

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A/N: okay wow, it's actually here, but let me say a ew things first: i am no it proessional so there are some made up stuff so don't come after me if there are untrue things in the story lmao. also, the ending... im not entirely in peace with it, but i've been sitting on this story for way too long so i just bit my tongue and finised it. don't come after me if you don't like it... but anyway! hope it didn't turn out as bad and you'll enjoy the story!

WORD COUNT: 13.7k

SUMMARY: You're up for the promotion you've always dreamt about, but right when you need to prove everything goes downhill. Lucky for you the cute, quiet IT guy, Harry, is there to help you out.

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There’s that feeling when you wake all by yourself, a moment of peace takes over you for not starting the day off with your one true enemy, the alarm, but then panic instantly stabs you in the chest when you realize it’s a weekday and there’s absolutely no way you just woke up before your alarm, feeling this rested. 

Your eyes pop open and you sit up in a frenzy looking around in the room, figuring out what happened and what should be done now. First you check the time on your phone and when you see that it reads 8:32 you almost start crying, but there’s no time for that, so you jump out of bed and sprint into the bathroom, stopping on the way when you spot Eric in the hallway, fully dressed, ready to leave.

“Eric?! Why didn’t you wake me up?!” you snap at him. He turns to you with innocence all over his face.

“I thought you were off today,” he simply says.

“Off?! We have the board meeting today, how could I be off!” you practically scream as you rush into the bathroom to get ready in less than two minutes hopefully.

“I’m sorry!” he calls out from outside. “I’ll see you in the office!”

And the next thing you hear is the front door opening and closing.

“Motherfu…” you mumble as you start washing your face like a crazy woman.

You leave in ten minutes, but you’re fifteen minutes late already, no matter how magically fast you got ready. You don’t have time to get a bagel for breakfast and you’re already halfway into the office when you realize you left your lunch at home too. You somehow shorten the route and win a few minutes on your way in, but you still arrive ten minutes late, looking like a hot mess, completely out of control as you make your way to the twentieth floor to your desk, pretending you haven’t just had the absolute worst morning of your life. 

The elevator almost closes right in front of you, but before you could smash against the sliding doors a hand sticks out and stops it, letting you slip in last minute.

“Ah, thank you,” you breathe out, your purse sliding off your shoulder and your folder almost falls from your hands.

“N-No problem,” a sweet and smooth voice answers, but your hair is such a mess, it covers your vision and you don’t see the kind man that saved you a few minutes with his move. The moment the elevator arrives to your floor you jump out and rush towards your desk.

“You alright, boss?” Zaya, your intern asks, who is more like a personal assistant at this point. She eyes you curiously from her desk as you gasp for air and try to soothe out the wrinkles on your blouse, though there’s absolutely no use in it. 

“Everything is perfectly fine,” you force a smile on your face as you start your computer, emails flowing in like crazy the moment you open your inbox. “Just had a rough morning.”

With Zaya’s help you go through everything at light speed, it’s one of your biggest strengths, being fast and productive, so in just about twenty minutes you reduce the thirty-seven unread emails to just two. 

You’ve cleared your schedule beforehand so you can have a practice run for your big presentation. Today’s board meeting is gonna be an important one. There’s a promotion at risk, one you’ve been working your ass off to get and now it’s so close, you can almost feel it between your fingertips. This presentation and what stands behind it all is what you’ve worked for night and day for the past month and you have never been more confident in yourself, though you can’t shake the general nervousness off.

You make your test run to Zaya who says her mind is blown and there’s no chance you won’t get the promotion. 

“You got it, boss,” she fist bumps you, something you’ve grown to like, it’s her form of appreciation. 

“I hope so,” you sigh. “Alright, I’ll grab a coffee quickly before the meeting.”

You head a few levels down to the main kitchen area that has the best coffee machine in the building. It’s already past the morning rush, so you’re delighted to see that there are just a few people lingering around. Including Eric.

“Hey!” you huff out a smile as you stand next to him at the coffee machine. He peeks at you, just a tiny smile on his lips, but it doesn’t reach his eyes like usual.

“Hey.”

“If you’re curious, I was only just a bit late this morning,” you chuckle to yourself, grabbing a cup while Eric waits for his own coffee to get ready. 

“Mm, great. Sorry about… the morning.”

“It’s okay, are you nervous? About the presentation?”

Funny enough you’re running for the promotion against Eric, the guy you’ve been hooking up for the past few months. It’s nothing serious, no strings attached, mostly just sex, though you believe that if you spend at least three nights together every week and spend time outside of bed as well, that has to mean more than just a regular hook up.

Right?

“Not really,” he shrugs, but it doesn’t sound genuine.

“It’s okay, you’ll do good,” you smile at him warmly as you place your hand on his arm and give it a squeeze, but you’re surprised when he moves out of your touch, shooting you a look.

“Not… in the office, Y/N,” he grits through his teeth, looking around to check if anyone saw the tiny gesture while you’re just blinking at him dumbly.

Yes, you usually keep your… whatever it is out of the office, but he hasn’t been this distant to you before. Before you could ask his phone starts ringing and he mumbles an apology before running off.

You write it off as nerves, you know Eric to be highly competitive, it must be a new field for him as well, running against someone he is involved with. 

Your heart is racing when you enter the boardroom, welcoming the people that will decide your future at the company, the CEO, the CFO, the head of marketing and a few others you’re not that familiar with, but you know they have power.

For the promotion you had to come up with a plan to boost the numbers on the website that hasn’t been doing much lately. You worked up a plan for a marketing strategy that would reach the target audience in a better way, it’s pretty awesome, you’re quite proud of it and you’re convinced you’ll kick ass with your presentation.

There are a few more minutes left until the meeting, you pour yourself some water and go ahead to open your slides on your computer so you have it all ready when it’s your turn.

“What… Oh no,” you whisper, when your computer starts lagging and the cursor freezes. “No, no, no!”

“Everything alright, Miss?” the CFO notices your panic.

“Yes!” you force a smile on your face. “Everything is… perfect.”

He nods and turns back to his previous conversation while your panic intensifies. You keep pushing buttons and trying to move the cursor, but it looks pretty dead, so you decide to shut it down and try to restart it, hopefully it will come back from the dead. 

Eric strides into the room, but as he takes his seat he doesn’t even look at you, just sets out his own laptop and paper notes and stares ahead of him. No matter how you try to catch his attention, he ignores you fully and it’s just another punch in your stomach.

What the hell is happening?

“Alright, everyone ready?” Daniel, the CEO claps his hands together. “Eric, you’re up first,” he gestures at him and while you’re still desperately trying to revive your computer. 

Eric sets up and when his presentation appears behind him your stomach drops instantly. 

The title, the topic, the colors… everything. You know all of it, because… because you made it. It’s yours.

You forget about your computer as Eric starts talking and he presents your idea, everything you came up with and worked hard on, he hasn’t changed a bit about it and now he is making it look like it’s his own. If you were panicking before now you’re about to set on fire.

That would be probably nice, because you wouldn’t have to go up there and most likely embarrass yourself. 

How did he get your presentation? Why did he steal it? You can’t blame him just out of the blue, you need proof and right now the only device that could have it is dead in front of you. 

You are so screwed. 

“ Holy fucking shit, oh my God!” you keep mumbling under your breath as you approach your desk, holding your dead computer to your chest, eyes wide from what you just went through.

“Boss? You alright?” Zaya’s eyes widen when she sees you all shocked and traumatized.

“No! I’m anything but alright!”

Luckily, the small meeting room near your desk is vacant so you’re quick to take it, Zaya following you right after, shutting the door closed so you can unleash fully.

“Oh my God I can’t fucking believe him! The asshole! How did he fucking do it?!” you snap, throwing everything to the table so you can anxiously start pacing the floor with your hands on your hips. “I cannot believe this, what the hell!”

“Y/N, what happened? You’re starting to scare me,” Zaya eyes you and she actually looks scared which is a new thing, the girl is fearless.

“Eric! He stole my… my whole fucking presentation!” you whisper-yell, throwing your hands up into the air. “Every slide! Every detail! It was all mine! And he sold it as his own!”

“W-what? But… how? And what did you present then?”

“I have no idea! He was up first, as we all knew ahead of time, he went up there, opened his presentation and it was mine! I thought I was about to fall off my seat, fucking hell,” you groan, rubbing your face with your hands. Thanks to your rushed morning you’re not wearing any makeup today so at least you can’t turn yourself into a panda bear. “My laptop died right before the meeting started so I could use it as an excuse and… fuck, I made up a whole other plan on the spot!” You’re about to start hyperventilating, maybe even crying which you’ve never ever done at work before.

“But… that’s good, right? That you came up with something new?” Zaya tries to see the bright side of it, but you shake your head violently.

“You know what I came up with? I said I’m planning to rebuild the whole fucking website! All of it!”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes! I basically set myself up for failure!”

Everyone knows a full makeover could easily be a death sentence, especially with such a short notice. You have no structure to it, no plan and most importantly no IT support to do the actual work. Because you can dream up any idea, but you cannot actually write the code for it. 

Zaya tries to cheer you up but you both know you’re not only knee high, but probably neck high in deep shit. She promises to take up extra hours to help you figure out what to do and though it’s nice, the situation still feels pretty much lost.

You’re on the verge of tears when you make your way to the IT department to have your computer checked out, which is still pretty much dead. You’re already dreading the interaction, Steven, the head of the IT department is a real pain in the ass, he never wants to actually help with anything so it’s always a fight to get things done with him. 

When you walk into their office he is the first one you see and you almost groan out loud, but manage to keep quiet as you approach him.

“Hi Steven, do you happen to have a moment?” you ask, as politely and nicely as you can in the light of what just happened, but apparently it’s not enough for him, because the look he gives you makes you want to turn around and run away.

“What’s the matter?” he grimaces, fixing his glasses as he leans back in his seat.

“My laptop just died,” you hold up the device. 

He stares at you, then at your laptop and then his eyes flicker back to you and he stays silent for what feels like forever before he speaks up.

“I have no time for this now,” he says, returning to his own computer and your shoulders fall forward in defeat, but then he speaks up again. “Go to the back and ask for Styles.”

“Thank you,” you breathe out and are already on your way away from his desk.

Maneuvering between the desks you’re trying to find out who’s Styles or who to even ask to tell you where to find him and you’re just about to stop at one of the desks when you see a big screen, a sticker on the back of it that says H. Styles, so you make your way over there.

As you’re approaching the desk a head full of chocolate curls appear and soon you spot the guy sitting behind the screen, peering up at you with curious, green eyes from behind his glasses.

“Are you… Styles?” you ask, feeling weird that you only know his family name. He stares at you for a second with wide eyes and you start to think you’ve got the wrong guy, but then he nods, the curls bouncing along with the movement.

“Y-yeah. I’m Harry Styles.”

“Great! Steven said you might be able to have a look at my computer, it’s completely dead.”

“Sure,” he clears his throat as he pushes back from the desk while you round it to give the laptop to him. “W-what happened?” he asks as he opens it up and tries to turn it on, but the screen remains black.

“Um, basically it froze right before the most important presentation of my life and then it died and hasn't turned on since then,” you summarize with a sad smile as you watch him grab some kind of cable to connect your laptop with his computer.

Harry hums as he opens some kind of program that has a long, complicated looking code running in front of him and he clicks and searches in it so easily as if he was reading a children’s book. 

“Is it fully dead?” you ask after a couple of minutes. 

“No, but you got a virus, it might take some time to restore everything and some files might not make it, I’m sorry.”

You let out a shaky breath, feeling like crying again, but you manage to swallow them back as you lean against the edge of Harry’s desk. He looks up at you like a frightened kid.

“I-I can try to get everything back, I promise, it’s just that–”

“No, I know it’s not up to you. Thank you though. I’m just on the verge of… would it be weird if I started screaming right now?” you ask rhetorically as you pinch the bridge of your nose. 

“I can set up another one for you to use with all the access cloned from yours, but you won’t have the files in the meantime.”

“That would be wonderful, thank you.”

“Is there any file in particular you want me to try to recover?”

“There’s this folder that would be nice if I had it, here, this is the name,” you say as you grab a post-it and a pen and scribble the name down with all the files in it. 

“Okay, I will try to restore it. Give me a few minutes to set your replacement computer up.”

Nodding sadly you wait by Harry’s desk, watching him work on his computer like it’s an instrument and he is pretty much a professional. You know nothing about programming, but Harry seems like a wizard, you have no idea why Steven makes him deal with all the tiny things when he could pretty much redeem the world. 

“Here, this is the password, everything is set up,” he hands you the new computer.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll give you an email when I have something about your old one.”

“Okay, my address is–”

“I know, I just… I literally just logged you into your account,” he reminds me with a shy smile and you realize he’s right.

“Oh. I forgot. Well, thank you so much, Harry. And I’m sorry you have to deal with it now.”

“It’s fine, I’m the newest on the team, this is how it goes. Rookies get to deal with all the device issues,” he chuckles shortly.

You nod with a sympathetic smile and pay one last look to your savior. He looks young, around your age, but he’s sporting a slight stubble that adds some harshness to his otherwise boyish face. He’s got kind eyes behind his glasses, the prettiest pink lips you’ve ever seen on a man and his curls are screaming to be touched, though you’re not sure HR would take it well if you were just walking around the office, touching people’s hair. Oddly, it wouldn’t be the first time they would have to deal with a situation like this. Bobby DeMarco was a weird dude who worked in sales and he had an even weirder obsession with playing with women’s hair randomly. He didn’t last too long at the company, luckily.

When you return to your desk it takes everything in you to focus on working and A, not find Eric to claw his eyes out and B, not anxiously wait to hear anything from the board about today’s meeting. They are supposed to give feedback today and approve if you can continue working on your project and they can easily just kick you out of the whole thing as well. If that happened Eric would still have to prove himself to be a good fit for the role, but you’d have no chance to ever step up at the company.

You’re a mess, to say the least. You’re panicking over having to do a full website makeover in just a month, you have no idea where you stand with Eric and honestly, you’re torn between never wanting to talk to him and also screaming at him until your lungs give up.

God, your sister will be so mad, she was right! Jeanie warned you. She said it right at the beginning when you started hooking up with Eric that it’s not gonna end well, but you thought she was talking about being dumped eventually, not getting your promotion stolen from you!

When Zaya comes up to you with a question later in the day you’re still so shaken up you can barely make out an answer for her.

“I think you should report it,” she suggests, holding her notebook to her chest.

“And what do I have as proof? My computer is totally dead with all the evidence I made the presentation,” you groan, leaning back in your seat.

“Let’s hope the hot IT guy can restore everything.”

“Hot?” you chuckle. “How do you know he’s hot?”

“You said it’s Harry doing it, right? Curly hair, glasses?” You nod. “I know him, he is definitely hot,” she shrugs smirking, shifting her weight to one leg. “You know what would be nice? Hooking up with him to get revenge on Eric!”

“H-Hooking up? Why would Eric care about who I hook up with?” you clear your throat, pretending like you haven’t had a thing going on with Eric these past months. Zaya gives you a look that clearly says you shouldn’t think she’s stupid and blind.

“Please, Y/N.���

Sighing you roll your eyes as you give up the act.

“Judging from the betrayal Eric gives absolutely no shit about me.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” she shrugs just when your computer pings, signaling two new emails in your inbox.

One from the board and one from Harry.

“Oh shit,” you gasp as you lean forward so fast you almost fall off your seat and Zaya runs behind your desk to see what’s happening as you open the email from the board.

Your eyes skim over the lines several times before you finally process what was written in it.

They approved your plan. You’re still up for the promotion.

“Congrats! You made it!” Zaya cheers.

“Fuck,” you whisper under your breath.

“What’s wrong? I thought this was what you wanted.”

“The chance and the promotion? Yes. But now I have to do a full website makeover in a month which is practically impossible.”

You’re still moping and silently panicking when you’re approaching Harry’s desk for the second time today. When he sees you he jumps to his feet and you almost break a smile because he looks like a puppy for a second, but then you see that he has taken his sweatshirt off, wearing only a simple black t-shirt that puts his tattoo littered arms on display.

Fuck, Zaya was right. He really is kinda hot.

“Hey,” he waves at you when you finally reach his desk.

“Hi, how did it go?” you ask with a deep breath.

“Actually kinda good, I could save most of your stuff,” he says as he sits back and you walk behind his desk, seeing your laptop still wired to his computer. “I saved the files onto a harddrive, but I don’t recommend you to keep using the laptop, it’s… it’s pretty fried,” he chuckles, pushing the glasses further up on the bridge of his nose and for a moment you just stare at his side profile instead of focusing on what he’s showing you on his screen.

“Uh, that’s okay, I’ll be fine with the files,” you clear your throat.

“So um… I don’t know if it matters or not, but I-I thought you might want to know that you didn’t just get the virus because you clicked on something, it was… well, someone put it on your computer and it started attacking the firmware.”

You blink a few times as you process his words and then it all starts to make sense.

“What do you mean someone put it on my computer?”

“Well, there was a malware hidden on your computer that basically attacked the firmware which made it impossible for you to use the laptop and it also attacked the files saved, I found an implanted code that was giving access to–”

“Harry, I don’t really understand what you’re saying,” you remind him, his words sounding absolutely foreign to you.

“Sorry,” he breathes out with a nod. “So basically, the virus stopped your computer from working and it also gave access to a third party to reach your files.”

“So someone could use my files?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

You feel like fainting again, because now it all makes sense. And you’re starting to see red.

“Can you see what files they messed with?”

“Actually, I’m glad you asked,” he smiles proudly. “I was able to find everything they duplicated and there’s a folder they tried to get rid of, but I restored it.”

“Is it by any chance the folder I gave the name to you?”

“It is,” he nods, his fingers starting to type on his keyboard at lightspeed. “Here. See these lines?” he asks, pointing at a code you understand nothing of, but you nod. “It’s basically something they should have paid attention to if they wanted to leave no trace, but I found it so now we know what they were trying to put their hands on. I even have time stamps too. The virus was on your computer for a while and then it was activated to attack the firmware today.”

This is all like a movie, it feels like you’re in Mission Impossible or James Bond, except it’s not a great villain who is working against you but the guy you trusted to let into your bed. The guy you considered your friend and even something more than just that lately.

You made a mistake, you see it now and you want to dwell on it but you know you have no time for that, you have to keep moving forward.

“Do you know who did it?”

“Unfortunately, no. I could only get proof if I had access to the other person’s computer who was hacking yours. I’m sorry.”

Harry seems genuinely sad, as if he failed, but he did so much for you already.

“It’s okay. Thank you so much, can you… like, make a record of all these? So we have all this as proof at least.”

“Already done,” he nods. “Do you want me to file a report?”

“No. No need for that,” you shake your head. “But… I want to ask a favor from you. I know we barely know each other and you probably have a lot of work, so feel free to say no.”

“What is it?”

“Do you want to help me redesign our whole website?”

You’re anxiously chewing on your bottom lip as you wait for the Skype call to be answered, your sister’s name flashing on the screen until her pixelated face replaces it.

And she looks mad, just as you expected.

“Y/N, I told you so! I literally told you so!” she starts off, the voice cracks a bit as the call stabilizes.

“Can we skip the part where you tell me off like a child for hooking up with a coworker who ended up fucking me over?” you flash a smile, but she rolls her eyes at you, leaning back on her couch, her right side getting more illuminated by the lamp beside her couch. It’s past seven in the evening in Tokyo while it’s just six am for you. For the past six months this has been your usual, trying to call each other at a time that’s reasonable for the both of you with the insane thirteen hours of time difference. It’s definitely a hard task and sometimes you have to plan a call days, even weeks ahead.

“No, because I’m so mad!” she groans. “Mostly at the fucker, but you as well!”

“I really don’t need to hear how much I fucked up,” you mumble, looking down at your lap.

“Sorry,” she sighs, realizing she is making you feel even guiltier. “I’m just… you worked so hard for this and now he is ruining it.”

“I’m still up for the promotion,” you shrug.

“Yeah, but you said it’s almost impossible to do what you presented.”

“Well, things are looking a bit better now.”

She listens intently as you tell her about what Harry found on your computer and how you ended up asking him to help you out. You truly didn’t think he would say yes, but he didn’t even think about it before agreeing. So now you have the IT part covered by him, you just have to come up with all the rest.

“This Harry guy…” Sammy starts and you hold up your hand.

“Don’t give me the speech again, I learned my lesson.”

“No, actually I wanted to say that I like him.”

“For real?” you ask, raising your eyebrows. 

“I mean, he is willing to work an immense amount of extra time on your project and he basically has no benefit from it. I hope you do realize how big of a sacrifice he is making for your promotion.”

You knew how big of a deal it has been from Harry to help you out but now that Sammy said it out loud, realization hits. It’s not right he gets nothing out of it, so you note to yourself to go over it with him when you meet him in the morning for your first planning session.

“I’ll talk to him about it. Now let’s talk about something else.”

Harry was afraid he wouldn’t be able to wake up so early in the morning and make it into the office for the meeting with you, but it turns out his excitement to be working with you is kicking him out of bed even before his alarm goes off. 

He does his usual morning routine, shower, get dressed, breakfast and checking he has everything he needs in his backpack for the day and then he’s on his way. When he walks into the café that’s two blocks away from his apartment the bell gently chimes above his head, catching the attention of the owner, Frida. 

“Harry! You’re up early today!” she greets him with a beaming smile, her grey hair is in her signature low bun, her blue eyes twinkling at the sight of him.

“I have an early meeting,” he mumbles with a shy smile, the tip of his ears turning red and she doesn’t miss it, but she knows how closed off he is so she doesn’t even try to tease her about it. 

“The usual?”

“Um, yeah, but can you make it two?”

“Of course,” she nods with a knowing smile, her suspicion is getting proven that this early meeting is with someone special. 

The two chat lightly while Friday makes the coffees to go, handing the paper cups to Harry once they’re done.

“Have a lovely day, Harry,” she waves after him and he nods back, pushing the door open with his hips, a cup in each of his hands.

He can’t deny there’s a pep in his step as he enters the building that’s eerily empty so early in the morning. He did not expect his day to take such an unexpected turn yesterday. He’s seen you around the office a few times before but he knew nothing about you, just that your laughter is ridiculously contagious. Then you jumped into the elevator with him in the morning, looking a bit messy but very pretty nevertheless. He could only blink as the elevator sped up and moments later you were out of sight.

But then you strolled into the IT department with your ruined computer and he finally learned your name. While he wanted to help with your laptop as much and fast as possible, he was also dreading the moment you’d pick the harddrive up with all your files and then never talk to him again. He felt silly, crushing on a woman he only officially met just a few hours before, but he couldn’t help it. Even when you were visibly stressed and worried he thought you were enchanting. 

He was not expecting you to ask for his help, but luckily his brain clicked instantly and agreed without hesitation. For one, he’s been dealing with boring projects as the rookie on the team and this seems like a great challenge for him. 

On the other hand, he would have said yes to anything you asked him, literally. 

So now as he walks into the meeting room where you’re supposed to meet his excitement is mixed with some anxiety, because as much as he is curious about this project he is nervous to spend so much time with you all of a sudden. He can only hope he won’t seem like a freak to you.

Thanks to the early Skype session with Sammy you’re on time too, arriving to the office building just minutes after Harry. He’s setting his laptop up when you arrive, his head snapping up when you approach the desk and take the seat next to him.

“Morning,” you smile at him warmly.

“Good morning,” he smiles back, fixing his glasses to sit straight before reaching for the extra cup of coffee. “Um, I brought you this. Actually, I realized too late that I don’t know how you like your coffee, so y-you don’t have to drink it…”

“Oh! That’s very kind, thank you! I drink coffee however I can,” you chuckle. “I just need the caffeine.”

You see a small smile flash across his face before he returns to his computer while you settle next to him. 

“Before we start, I wanted to go over something with you.” Harry turns to you curiously as you try to figure out what to even say. “This is a huge thing and I know it needs a lot of time and work. I don’t feel comfortable letting you do it without getting anything for the work you do.”

“Oh, I-I don’t need anything, I’m glad to help.”

“That’s very kind, but it still doesn’t feel fair. If there is anything I can do for you, literally anything, just feel free to ask. I would feel better if I knew you’re getting your reward for your work.”

Harry thinks about it for a few seconds before nodding to himself.

“Do I have to come up with something now?”

“No,” you chuckle. “Just promise me you’ll think of some way I can pay you back.”

“Okay.”

In the next hour you learn two things. One, working with Harry is incredibly easy. He is efficient, communicates well and simply a great at teamwork, it’s like a breath of fresh air after some of the people you’ve previously worked with.

The other thing you learn is that he is incredibly smart and it makes him very… sexy.

God, you shouldn’t be having these thoughts after what happened with Eric, but you’re not immune to a good-looking man with so much knowledge, especially when it’s in IT. You know nothing about coding and when he pulls up his miles long codes, types quietly for a few minutes and then shows you what he did, explaining to you the science behind it… it’s making you feel things you shouldn’t be. It’s so attractive when someone knows so much about something and they’re passionate and devoted to the field. It’s clear that Harry’s field is programming and he is ridiculously good at it. 

You were afraid the task would turn out to be impossible and every time he spends just a little more time silently staring at his code you’re expecting him to give up and tell you he can’t do it.

But he comes up with something every time and by the time the meeting ends you feel oddly enthusiastic and optimistic about the whole makeover that was scaring you to death just yesterday.

“Harry, you are… truly a life saver,” you sigh contently as you lean back in your seat, a long list of tasks on your screen, but you can actually see the light at the end of the tunnel now. 

“I’m happy to help,” he smiles shyly, nodding to himself. 

“Do not forget about the payment, I really want to pay it all back to you.”

“I won’t, I promise,” he chuckles softly.

“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Tomorrow,” he confirms before packing up his stuff and leaving.

You stay in your seat for a little longer, just having a break before starting your actual work day. Opening up your calendar you check what meetings you have today and that’s when you face what you’ve been religiously ignoring since yesterday’s ordeal.

The weekly marketing sync where most of the time it’s just you and Eric, because Dominik, the third person who should be present likes to cancel last minute. 

It’s ridiculous that you still haven’t gotten into contact with him. Part of you was expecting him to come to you, to give you any kind of explanation though there is nothing he could have said that would have explained why he did all of that.

It’s been radio silence on his part and now you have to face him and talk to him.

You’d rather throw up in the middle of the office than do it, but you have to suck it up and deal with him.

He is there in the meeting room when you walk in, typing away on his computer like nothing happened, like he didn’t just try to ruin your career.

“Eric?” you call out, your voice sounds a lot more confident than you were expecting luckily.

He looks up, his face remains completely blank and it just angers you even more.

“Hey,” he nods without batting an eye.

“Hey?” you chuckle, as you close the door behind you, shutting you away from the rest of the people outside. “Don’t you have something to say to me?”

“Y/N, do you really want to do this?” he sighs, as if it was tiring to even think about the situation.

“Eric, you stole my whole presentation and sold it as yours!”

“Are you sure about that?”

You’re seeing red. And you’ve never been this close to actually punching someone in the face. 

“Of course I’m sure about it! That was my presentation! Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Eric stands from his seat, taking his sweet time as he walks closer, trying to intimidate you with the height difference, which used to work, you even found it hot when he towered over you, but now it’s like his existence is giving you the ick.

“You have no proof, Y/N. And you didn’t say a word at the meeting. That ship has sailed, now it’s time to move on.”

“It was all just a joke to you?”

“I told you at the beginning I didn’t want anything serious, that wasn’t a lie.”

“But did you do it just to fuck my presentation up? We literally started hooking up when the open position was announced.”

“Does it matter?”

“It does!” you laugh in disbelief, tears stinging your eyes, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry because of him.

“Okay,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I just wanted to get to know you and see what you’d come up with for the presentation, but then one thing followed the other and… I went with it.” He shrugs and then goes back to his computer like you just discussed the weather and not how he used you and then threw you away.

You can’t hold yourself together any longer, so you turn around and get as far from him as possible as you try not to start sobbing in the middle of the office. Fuck, this shouldn’t hurt this much, but you really trusted him, you thought you could have something serious, you were hoping Sammy wouldn’t be right about him, but she was. Unfortunately.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mumble under your breath as you approach your desk Zaya is not in today, so it’s pretty calm around your desk, but then you spot someone lingering there.

“Y/N?” Harry sees how shaken you look as you finally reach him at your desk. “A-Are you alright?”

“Hi Harry,” you force a smile out, but you can’t fool anyone with it. “Did we… Do we have a meeting or something?”

“No, I just wanted to show something… Y/N, are you about to cry?””

“N-No,” you shake your head, but your lips are already wobbling and you fail to prove your words right.

“Uh, come on, let’s have a break. Want to come up to the roof?” He gently circles an arm around your shoulders and you let him lead you back to the elevators.

“Roof? We can go out to the roof?” you ask, wiping your tears away.

He doesn’t reply, just makes sure to shield you from the curious eyes as you make your way up to the top of the building. You genuinely didn’t know the roof could be used and when you see Harry push the heavy door open that leads outside you’re guessing it’s not exactly a public spot, but you don’t question it.

It looks just like how a rooftop should look, it’s definitely not open for public use but when Harry leads you over the corner and you see a little bench there, facing the panoramic view, you know you have just found a secret spot.

“Is this where you hide from Steven?” you attempt to joke as you sit down with him. 

“Sometimes, yes,” he chuckles. “Not my spot though, I think the janitor comes up here to smoke, but I haven’t run into him yet.”

You sit in silence, Harry gives you time and space to pull yourself together, not rushing you to talk at all and you’re grateful for his patience. Staring ahead at the view you take a few deep breaths, telling yourself not to let Eric’s bullshit get to your head. 

“I’m sorry you had to… deal with my tantrum,” you chuckle sadly at last. 

“That wasn’t a tantrum,” he smiles softly. “And don’t be sorry, everyone could have a bad day. Want to talk about what happened?”

“I trusted the wrong person,” you purse your lips. “Um, the virus you found on my computer. Someone from the company put it there to fuck up my chances for a promotion I’ve been dreaming of for a long time.”

“What? Are you… are you serious?”

“Yeah and the worst part is that… god, don’t tell anyone, but I’ve been kind of… hooking up with him and he said it was all just to get closer to me.”

Harry opens his mouth to say something, but then ends up closing it, processing what you just told him. You don’t blame him for being lost and confused, it’s a shitshow, to say the least. 

“That’s… That’s awful, I’m sorry,” he clears his throat, gently shaking his head. 

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” you chuckle. “I trusted the wrong person. Learned my lesson,” you shrug, and you wish you could actually end it all in your head with that, but you know it will bother you for a while at least. 

“Can I ask who this person is?”

“Eric Sonders.”

“I think… I know him. Didn’t think he could be this… vile.”

“Me neither!” you laugh. 

“So… he stole your idea and presentation, so now you have to do something else? And that’s the makeover?”

Nodding you briefly tell him what happened at the meeting, he listens intently and then shakes his head in disapproval, probably just as upset and lost about Eric’s behavior as you are. 

“You should report him, this is incredibly unethical and unacceptable.”

“I have no proof. We can’t prove that he did it all to my computer, you said it yourself.”

“Shit, you’re right.”

While Harry is deep in his thoughts you just stare ahead of yourself, doing a short assessment of your current situation. This should have been an exciting, professionally challenging time in your life, working on something that would earn you your promotion, but now, you feel like it’s more out of your reach than ever.

“We’ll make it work,” Harry speaks up, as if he could read your mind. “We can do it.”

“You really think so?”

“Yeah. It’s gonna be a tight stretch, but… It’s not impossible.”

“You are truly a life saver for agreeing to do it, Harry. I have no idea what I would do without you.”

He turns to you with a sheepish smile and you notice the slight pink shade on his cheeks as he nods.

“I’m happy to help.”

Part of you knew this would be deadly, but even after expecting the worst, it hits you like a train.

In the next two weeks you feel like you spend every waking moment working on the project with Harry. Sometimes you do it together, sharing ideas, discussing them, sometimes you’re together but work in silence and sometimes you do it apart. Whichever it is, you eat, drink and dream with the new website.

While Harry is taking care of the coding, you do everything else, that means content writing, planning, organizing and also designing. It’s been ages since the last time you designed anything, once upon a time you thought you’d end up in that field, but then somehow marketing came into the picture and now you have to combine your two passions. 

It’s destroying you absolutely, but slowly it’s starting to add up and you can see the progress. 

On a Friday evening you’re still in the office after seven, practically everyone has left by now, but you’re deep in work with Harry beside you. It's one of those quiet sessions, when you’re working together, but only speak when there’s an issue. Neither of you said anything for about an hour when the silence is interrupted by Harry’s ringing phone.

“Ah, sorry,” he mumbles, jumping in his seat at the sudden noise as he reaches for the phone, checking the caller ID before his eyes go wide. “Oh shit,” he mumbles and you look up at him as he answers the call. “Hey Mitch!”

You hear a voice from the phone, but it’s too muffled for you to make out what they are saying.

“Um, I’m kind of still at the office… No, I didn’t forget!” he protests, but the look on his face clearly tells you he did forget something. “I-I don’t know… Yeah, I’ve been just working with Y/N… No, I won’t�� Mitch… No!... Uh, okay…”

He holds the phone away from his ear, covering the mic with a hand as he looks at you with anxious eyes, he looks like a reindeer caught in headlights. 

“Um, I forgot I was supposed to meet two of my friends for a few drinks. Is it okay if I leave now?”

“Oh God, of course! Harry, it’s so late, I shouldn’t have kept you here so long.”

“You didn’t keep me,” he chuckles, before the worried look returns to his face. “Actually, would you… I mean only if you want to–So do you maybe… want to come?”

It’s adorable how he stumbles over his own words and you see the familiar pink shade tinting his face again, it’s a color you’ve seen a lot lately and you’ve grown to quite like it. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude on your time with your friends.”

“You wouldn’t intrude, I mean, I’m asking because I want you to join, obviously.”

“I-I’ll just go home and work some more, it’s fine–”

“Y/N, we’ve been working all day,” he chuckles. “You deserve some free time as well.”

You think of his words, these two weeks has been so busy you didn’t even do anything else than working and sleeping practically. Some off time would be actually amazing for your fried brain.

“Only if you truly don’t mind,” you say at last.

“Let’s pack then,” he beams with a smile as he shuts his computer down.

Twenty minutes later you’re walking into a bar you’ve never been to, joining Harry’s friends for drinks and though you can’t put your finger on it, but for some reason you feel a bit anxious. 

“Hey guys,” Harry waves at a couple sitting in a dimly lit booth. The woman is the first one to look at you with a beaming, bright smile as she slides out and holds her hand out for you.

“Hi! You must be Y/N! I’m Sarah and this is my husband, Mitch,”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you breathe out as you shake hands with Mitch as well.

You’re instantly bombarded with questions from Sarah as you slip into the booth and don’t even notice that Harry leaves and then returns with two drinks.

“Oh, thank you,” you smile at him as he sits beside you.

“So how is the project going?” Mitch speaks up, lazily draping an arm to the back of the seat behind Sarah.

“It’s going good,” Harry hums with a small nod, very humble about how much he has gotten done in just the first week.

“Mostly because of Harry’s hard work,” you add, praising him the way he deserves and it brings back that pink shade to his cheeks.

Sarah and Mitch are very easy to talk to, they seem curious about the projects the two of you are working on and just you in general. You’re having a great time hanging out with them and you feel like you’ve known them for a long time even though you literally just met.

You don’t even notice how time flies by, only when Sarah checks the time and lets Mitch know that they need to be heading home so the babysitter can leave.

“It was really nice meeting you, Y/N. I hope we can do this some other time,” Sarah hugs you.

“If Harry doesn’t mind me interrupting his time with his friends, then I’m in,” you chuckle, looking at the man in question who just shakes his head with a shy smile, letting you know he definitely does not mind.

“Alright, then it’s settled!”

They say their goodbye to Harry as well and suddenly it’s just the two of you in the booth and Harry is noticeably more nervous than before.

“Um, w-we don’t have to stay, if you want to go home, you co–”

“I’m happy to stay, Harry,” you smile at him without hesitation. He seems surprised, but excited at your answer.

You order another round of drinks and with the previous ones already consumed, it seems like Harry is slowly opening up, leaving his shyness behind and you get to have a peek behind his walls. The more you find out about him the more sure you get that he is truly an amazing, brilliant person and you wish you had met him earlier.

Maybe then you wouldn’t have fallen for Eric’s bullshit. Maybe then you would have fallen for him.

The drinks you’ve had don’t actually let it register, but you’re already developing a crush on him. How could you not? He is sweet, caring, smart, very thoughtful, basically the polar opposite of Eric. It’s making you question what you even saw in that asshole, you really put the bar too low.

“Oh shit, it’s already three in the morning,” you chuckle, when you finally check the time. “I should head home, I can’t sleep all day tomorrow,” you sigh, rubbing your face with your hands, realizing just how tired you feel. 

“I’ll call an Uber, is it okay if we share one?”

“It’s more than okay,” you smile at him lazily.

Minutes later you’re out in front of the bar, waiting for the ride to arrive. It has gotten significantly chillier, you did not dress for a night out so you’re holding your blazer jacket tight on yourself. When Harry notices he shrugs off his jean jacket without a word and drapes it over your shoulders.

“No, you’ll be cold!” you try to protest, but he shakes his head.

“I have a hoodie in my backpack,” he shrugs and pulls out a black hoodie, putting it on right when a car pulls up in front of you.

“Thank you for inviting me out tonight,” you quietly speak up on the backseat of the Uber, staring at Harry’s dimly lit handsome face. His glasses slid down on the bridge of his nose and you had enough drinks to have the courage to reach out and push them back gently. The gesture seemingly surprised him, but he doesn’t protest, just keeps his eyes focused on you.

“It was nice hanging out with you outside of the office.”

“Now we know we have things to talk about outside of the project,” you chuckle, making him grin as well. “We’re a great duo, Harry.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t sure about it at first, I have never had to work this closely together with an IT guy and I was afraid I might be too intense for you. But it all turned out so good, I like spending time with you.”

“Really?”

“Is it that surprising?” you chuckle, letting your head fall back and rest on the back of the seat. “You’re a cool guy, Harry Styles. And very handsome.”

The last comment rolls off your tongue before you could bite it back and though it’s too dark to see it, you just know he is all blushed. Before any of you could speak up, the car comes to a stop, you’ve arrived at your building. Harry gets out of the car with you and walks you up to the door. 

“See you on monday?” he shyly kicks the dust, hands in his pockets. 

“Yeah. Thanks for tonight,” you repeat yourself and there’s a heartbeat of silence where you feel that moment.

You probably should not be feeling this way, not after getting yourself burnt so bad, but you can’t help it. You want to kiss Harry and for a split second you believe he wants to do the same. His eyes flicker down to your lips and you move just a tiny bit closer to him, time stands still and just when you think he’ll do it, he clears his throat and steps back.

“Good night, Y/N,” he mumbles nodding before he walks back to the car. 

You stand there, feeling stupid as you blink after him before snapping out of your trance, forcing yourself to walk inside. As you take a quick shower and get ready to bed you get into a spiral. 

First of all you’re such a needy idiot for jumping from one man to the other. You should not be looking at men at all after Eric and yet here you are, crushing on yet another coworker of yours, what is wrong with you?! 

And second, why were you expecting him to kiss you? You’ve barely known each other for a few weeks and Harry is a reasonable man, he is probably not at all like you, he probably doesn’t want to get involved with a coworker especially not you. Some signs were giving you a feeling that he might have liked you more than just a friend, but you must have totally misread him. 

You have to control yourself and not scare him away, especially since he is doing you a huge favor, the last thing you want to do is to make him uncomfortable.

Harry hasn’t stopped thinking about you all weekend. Specifically about that moment in front of your apartment building where he would have sworn he felt you were expecting him to kiss you, but he couldn’t do it. Not when you were clearly intoxicated.

He didn’t want you to think he would ever take advantage of you like that.

The next week starts oddly. He gets some extra tasks and you get involved in another project as well, so you can’t work together like last week. Monday and then Tuesday rushes by without the two of you meeting. By Wednesday Harry is craving to see you again and it seems like it’s finally happening, because you don’t cancel your morning meeting. He arrives in a good mood with coffee for you and him, excited to show you everything he finished in the past days.

But then he can feel the change in you when you walk in.

You seem off, but at first he can’t tell why. You’re not your bubbly self, you seem very closed off and oddly professional compared to the times the two of you met earlier. Harry tries to tell himself it’s nothing serious, but the more time you spend together the more obvious it’s getting and he can’t take it anymore.

“Y/N?” he quietly asks at the end of the meeting. “Is everything alright?”

“Sure,” you nod, but it’s like as if you didn’t even believe it yourself.

“Did… Did I do something that upset you?”

“Nope, I just…” You sigh, giving up the facade you’ve been trying hard to keep up. “Listen, about Friday, I’m very sorry, Harry.”

“Sorry? For what?”

“I feel like I overstepped a line and made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry about that. If I made you uncomfortable. I want us to work well together and my unfiltered mouth was not at all professional that night, so I’m really sorry about that.”

Harry is blinking at you, confused and lost about what you truly meant by all that. He did not see this coming and now he has no idea how to react other than just looking at you with a startled expression.

“Can we just go back to where we were before that?”

“Where… I don’t-I mean, um…”

“Let’s just forget about when we parted ways, please?”

“So… Uh, yeah,” he at last nods, trying his best to mask his disappointment. He thought there might be something more between the two of you, but this conversation is proof that you just had too many drinks and you didn’t mean any of it. 

“Thank you so much,” you breathe out in relief. “I wouldn’t want to ruin our work together.”

Harry nods silently and doesn’t ask more about it. 

He is trying hard to hide his disappointment and part of home wants to know if you felt even the slightest spark on Friday or it was all just the alcohol, but he is not one to dig into things that might end him up in an awkward situation. He just swallows it all down and pulls his walls up again.

You can feel a bitter taste in your mouth as well after your talk with Harry. Something felt off, but you can’t put your finger on it and soon you have something else to worry about. 

You’re surprised to see Eric chatting with Zaya when you return to your desk. Your intern, bless her heart, is trying to keep a straight and professional face but you can tell she wants to scream at the man who definitely thinks he is charming the young girl with his small talk. 

“Eric? What are you doing here?” you ask, biting your tongue so you don’t tell him to leave and fuck himself.

“Hey, can we talk? Privately?” 

You look at Zaya and her eyes tell you what she thinks: it’s the literal worst idea ever. And you want to say no to him, but judging from his antics lately he would somehow use it against you so you don’t have much of a choice.

“Sure,” you mumble and the two of you take an empty meeting room. “So?” 

“Look, I want to apologize.”

What? Is he for real? That was unexpected.

“My behavior was uncalled for and very unprofessional.”

“Do you mean the way you stole my idea and presentation or the way you talked to me when I confronted you about it?”

“Can you not attack me, please?” he gives you a look that would have put you in place before, but now it just annoys you. He is trying to make you be the one in the wrong and you want to snap at him for still being such an ass, but you want to be the bigger person and stay professional. No matter how much you hate him, you’re still colleagues. 

“Go on,” you sigh, folding your arms over your chest.

“I know I can’t change the past but I think it's best if we deal with it in a decent way.”

How noble of him, pulling the rug from underneath you and then acting like he is this decent, peaceful man who just wants to work together. You want to throw up, but you swallow it back and force a smile onto your face.

“Sure, of course,” you tell him.

Seemingly Eric is satisfied with the work he did, but he is so tone deaf it hurts. He smiles nodding and heads out of the room with you behind him.

“Great talk!” he enthuses before walking away.

Zaya turns to you with wide eyes and you just shake your head.

“He wanted to apologize, though he didn’t really succeed, but I feel like it doesn’t matter to him,” you shrug as you sit behind your desk.

“You’re not forgiving him, right?”

“Of course not,” you scoff. “But we’re still colleagues, I can’t keep up the beef, it’s too tiring. I’ll just ignore his existence.”

You don’t think much of Eric’s ridiculous attempt to make peace, you keep your focus on your own project. 

There’s a bit of awkwardness between you and Harry after your little talk, but you feel like with time it eases and you write it off as just him not fond of situations like the one you put him into on Friday. 

Thursday afternoon the two of you are having another session together, working on some details he’s been trying to figure out himself, but he needs your input to finish them as well. It turns into brainstorming which results in a bunch of new things you want to include, but it will also add more work to your plate.

“I’m really sorry I always just keep adding new stuff to your load,” you sigh, truly feeling like you’re constantly overstepping boundaries, but Harry just shakes his head.

“I’m excited about these all. These are great functions and I’m looking forward to writing the code.”

“That sounded so nerdy,” you chuckle, but notice that Harry’s smile has disappeared.

“Sorry.”

“Oh no, I didn’t mean it like that! It’s great, I love it when someone is so passionate about something. I love it when you get deep into the tech talk. I think it’s amazing how much you know about these stuff.”

“But you can always just tell me to shut up, I know a lot of people don’t like it when I talk like that,” he mumbles, noticeably avoiding looking you in the eyes.

“Has… someone told you not to talk about programming?”

“Um…” He shifts uncomfortably and you’re about to tell him he doesn’t need to answer, but then he speaks up. “My ex girlfriend hated it when I talked about IT stuff,” he shrugs, but you can tell it’s something he struggled with. 

You can’t imagine ever telling him to stop talking about something that brings him this much joy. It’s clear this is his element and any woman that would try to restrain it is an idiot and can’t appreciate how wonderful this man is. 

You watch him quietly finish up on his computer before he starts to shut it down and you know you have to say something.

“She did not deserve you.”

He blinks at you surprised so you continue.

“Anyone who wants you to stop talking about something that makes you happy is not a person you want in your life, Harry, I hope you know that.”

“Uh… thank you,” he mumbles, that lovely pink shade taking over his face once again.

“You can always talk tech with me. I like listening to it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. It amazes me, because I know nothing about it.” And it’s really hot, you want to add, but then bite your tongue. 

There’s a tiny smile on his pink lips and you can tell this moment matters to him more than you could imagine and you’re glad you could make him happy like that.

“D-Do you want to grab something to eat?” he suggests as the two of you head out of the meeting room.

“That sounds great! I’m starving!” you groan. “Let me just grab my bag from my desk.

Harry nods and follows you, he already has his backpack with him. You’re musing about what you should have and Harry is telling you about this amazing bagel place he loves when you spot the familiar figure near your desk. 

“Eric, what are you doing here?” you ask, but you’re tempted to phrase your words differently, because it’s quite obvious he was snooping around your desk, not expecting you to show up after office hours.

“Y/N, hi! I was just… I thought I left some papers here the other day,” he clears his throat, stepping away from your desk. 

“You had no papers with you,” you simply say, knowing well something is off with him.

“Maybe I remembered wrong,” he chuckles. “Alright, see you later,” he waves and then leaves quickly before you could ask any more questions. 

“What was that about?” Harry asks as you launch at your desk, checking what might have changed.

“He was looking for something. He is trying to play me again,” you hiss through your teeth, frantically examining what he could have put his hands on, but you see nothing out of place. But then you realize that he must have thought you left your laptop, that’s what he was looking for. “Oh my God,” you gasp, quickly starting your laptop to see if there is anything wrong with it. 

“What? What’s going on?”

“Harry, can you, uhh—Can you check if there is anything wrong with my laptop?” you plead as he rounds your desk and sits nodding, though he is a tad bit lost about what’s happening.

“Like, check if there’s another virus, or something?”

“Yes. I think he was trying to tamper with it again, I can’t know for sure if he hasn’t touched it earlier.”

You knew his half-assed apology was tactic, but you didn’t think he would do it all over again. Eric really isn’t the person you thought him to be.

You watch Harry type away on your computer, anxiously waiting for him to say anything and in the meanwhile you’re planning how you’ll get rid of Eric the moment you finally get your well-deserved promotion. There’s no way you’re letting a snake like him work at the company. 

“I don’t see anything,” Harry finally leans back and you exhale in relief.

“I can’t let it out of my sight from now on,” you grumble, shaking your head. 

In this moment you feel like you’re running out of energy, all because you trusted the wrong person. Feeling defeated you collapse into Zaya’s chair, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Harry softly says, as if he could read your mind.

“I’m in this situation because I made all the worst choices. I can’t blame anyone else but myself.”

“You couldn’t have known this is how it would turn out to be.”

“I know, but…”

“No but. Just… You know what? I’ll install an extra security program on your laptop so only you can access it, alright?”

“Really?” you sit up straight.

“Yeah, just give me a few moments.”

He gets down to work, works his magic and a minute later he is explaining to you what he got set up on your laptop to secure it.

“Harry, I owe you so much at this point,” you sigh in relief when it sinks in that Eric will not get his hands on your things again. “I have no idea how I will be able to pay you back.”

You notice a slight shift in him as he clears his throat, looking at you nervously.

“About that… I-I think I know h-how–I mean I thought about what… you could…”

“You know what you want in return?” you perk up, happy to do something for Harry after everything he did for you. 

“Y-you can say no, it’s okay, I just–Um…”

“Harry, whatever it is, my answer is gonna be yes,” you chuckle, placing a gentle hand on his arm. He looks at your hand and then up to your eyes before finally speaking up.

“Go on a date… with me?”

Harry has been working up the courage to ask you all day, but he didn’t think he would have the balls to say it out loud. Sarah and Mitch urged him to shoot his shot, even after the kind of awkward conversation you had earlier. His friends were convinced you were into him regardless, but he’s been struggling to believe it himself.

It was kind of random he blurted it out, but now it’s been said and he is about to faint, waiting for your response. You’re staring back at him, eyebrows slightly raised, lips parted, but no words have left your mouth since his question.

“Y-You don’t have to, I-I understand–I mean, it’s–”

“Harry,” you cut him off. “I would love to go on a date with you,” you finally tell him and it feels like a stone has been lifted off his shoulders, his heart is about to jump out of his chest any moment.

“But I won’t take it as your payment,” you add and now it’s his turn to be surprised. 

“What?” he breathes out, not sure what to make of your words.

“I would never take it as a payment, because I would go on a date with you regardless, Harry. Think of something else and we will have the date as well.”

“Really?” 

“Of course,” you chuckle. 

“Okay, alright, um… then… it’s a date!”

Harry is late.

He promised to be there at the meeting room on time to support you and answer any tech related questions that might come up in connection with your presentation. Eric is now presenting his (your) idea, he has added some features to it since he stole the whole thing, but it’s still mainly yours. 

“Thank you very much for your attention,” he nods as he finishes his talk and the board claps shortly before it’s your turn to stand in front of them. 

You’re plugging your laptop together with the projector when the door of the meeting room opens and Harry’s head pops inside. Relief washes over you as you watch him apologize for his late arrival and take a seat. Your gaze meets his and he smiles at you sweetly, holding his thumb up for you as you load the presentation. Now you feel braver, knowing he is here to support you.

You desperately wish you could read minds as you go on with your presentation. You’re met with mostly blank faces, but they were the same during Eric’s presentation as well, so you can’t tell what they are thinking about. It’s going smoothly, you rehearsed it a million times instead of sleeping in the past few days and when it’s time for questions you ace all of them, even the few tech ones. You’ve spent so much time with Harry that you can easily give an answer to everything at this point.

“Thank you for your attention,” you nod smiling at the end and disconnect your laptop from the projector, walking back to Harry.

“You did amazing,” he smiles at you proudly and his approval means the most to you. 

“Thanks.”

“I’m sorry I was late, I had to take care of something.”

“It’s okay. I’m just happy you’re here.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have missed it.” The CEO stands up and all heads turn in his direction.

“Thank you for the presentations, I would like to ask the candidates to leave the room so we can vote.”

You gather all your stuff and head out with Harry by your side. Eric ignores your existence, as if he didn’t lie and cheat his way to this moment, but you’re not stressing yourself anymore about it. 

You definitely believe in karma.

“You’ve got this,” Harry smiles at you softly and your heart melts at his expression. 

You’re planning to have your date tonight. It’s gonna be either a ‘you’ve got the promotion, now let’s celebrate with our date’ occasion or ‘you didn’t get the promotion so let’s cheer you up with a date’, you’re fine with both, truly. You know you put everything you had into this promotion and if they still decide not to choose you, that’s their loss and your sign to move on. 

You’re beyond excited about your date. There’s been an obvious change in your dynamic since Harry has asked you out, there are more glances, little touches, compliments and some very apparent sexual tension that’s still within the lines of comfort, it’s not too hard to control yourself, but you keep noticing more and more things about him that are pulling you towards him.

“I will miss our little work session,” you smile back at him shyly.

“Little? They usually lasted hours,” he chuckles, making you laugh too.

“Loved them all,” you shrug and the look on his face tells you he did too. 

The board takes some time to make their decision and when the door opens fifteen minutes later your heart skips a beat. The CEO asks you all to return to the room and you take your previous seat, Harry sitting next to you. His hand brushes against your knee shortly and you look at him, your gaze meeting his as he gives you an encouraging smile.

“Thank you all for these amazing presentations, we were very pleased with the plans and projects,” the CEO starts as he stands at the head of the table. “We had no doubt you two are the best applicants for the position and it’s been hard to decide who to choose, but at last we made a decision.”

Oh God, you’re about to throw up. Is it you? Is it Eric? You hope you won’t cry. That could happen in either case, but you really don’t want to cry in front of all these people. 

“The person we chose to fulfill the position is…” His eyes scan over the both of you as you hold your breath and then it finally lands on you. “Y/N Y/L/N. Congratulations.”

And just like that, your lungs fill with air again and it feels like a rock has been lifted off your shoulders. 

“I told you,” you hear Harry beside you and when you look at him you see pride all over his face and you can’t stop yourself from throwing your arms around his neck to hug him.

“Thank you, it wouldn’t have happened without you,” you mumble as you squeeze him tight before letting go of him, going up to the board to shake hands. 

At first you don’t even process it, but then Eric’s voice hits your ear and you realize he is turning red across the table, complaining nonstop about the outcome.

“...The whole thing was so fucking out of the blue! Redesigning the whole website? That’s like suicide!...”

You don’t even have the chance to react to his comments, the CEO speaks up for everyone.

“Y/N’s idea is daring, innovative and brave, just what we need. We don’t want to play it safe and your idea was definitely in the safe zone.”

“His idea,” you scoff under your breath.

“Actually, there is something I would like to show you, if you have a few more minutes,” Harry speaks up as he starts his laptop and moves over to where the board is. You’re watching him completely puzzled.

“There’s been an unfortunate incident about the presentations. Y/N’s original idea was stolen, a virus has been planted on her computer to cover up the deed, but I could not recover enough information about the perpetrator to make accusations, that was until a few days ago.”

What?!

You see Eric’s red face turn completely white as Harry types away on his computer and then shows something to the board. They curiously eye the alleged proof as Harry continues.

“Proof could be only found on the perpetrator’s device and a few days ago I had access to Eric’s computer when he brought it in for a check up, since it’s been working too slow. As expected and told, I make a full check on every device in these cases and found unquestionable proof that Eric stole Y/N’s presentation through the virus.”

Oh lord. 

You watch as everyone on the board processes what they see on Harry’s computer and you can feel the switch in them towards Eric.

“Eric, let’s have a chat in my office. Now,” the CEO says and it’s definitely an order and Eric doesn’t try to go against it, just nods and follows him out of the room.

“Harry, why didn’t you tell me you were planning to do this?!” you ask as you rush up to him. The board members are leaving the meeting room, leaving the two of you alone. 

“I uh– I wanted it to be a surprise. Eric showed up at the IT department the other day and I got his case without him knowing so I could snoop around. Found the evidence right away so I thought the board should know what he did.”

“Why did you wait until they announced who got the promotion? This could have kicked him out of the contest right away.”

“I knew you’d get it,” he smiles shyly. “I had no doubt they would choose you, I wanted you to experience defeating him after what he did to you.”

To say you’re touched is an understatement. He didn’t just help you immensely to get this promotion, but also went out of his way to serve you justice. He has done more for you than anyone ever. 

You just know you can’t let the moment pass and ignoring the fact that you’re still at work, though no one is around to see, you close the distance between the two of you and press your lips against his.

This kiss has been hanging there for a while and you’d be lying if you said you have never fantasized about what it would be like to kiss Harry, but reality is a thousand times more magical. His lips are soft and warm, go so well with yours and once his first wave of shock passes he finally returns it and you melt in his arms. 

You had a feeling Harry was a great kisser, but the way he claims your lips just blows your mind. He is sweet and gentle but also demanding at the same time and if only you weren’t in the office you’d pretty much jump into his arms and let him do whatever he wants to you. 

Somewhere in the distance a phone rings and it breaks the spell, making you realize that you shouldn’t get carried away. 

“Sorry,” you smile, your lips barely just an inch away from his still. “I got… I just–Thank you. For everything you did for me.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he returns your smile and pecks your lips shortly one more time. “And I will always be here to support you.”

You might look like a lunatic as you watch the guy on the other side of the glass door of your office finish up the sign on the door.

Y/N Y/L/N, Head Of Digital Marketing.

God, you still can’t have enough of the sound of it even though you got the promotion two months ago. Okay, the first month you spent in your old job, teaching the ropes for your successor before you could start your transition into your new position.

Now it’s official and you couldn’t be happier about it.

Checking the time you sit back to your computer to finish up work for the day. It’s been one hell of a week, you’ve worked overtime three times so it’s great that today is finally Friday. You answer some more emails and check your calendar for the next week, making sure everything is settled.

There’s a soft knock on the door and when you look up your heart skips a beat, seeing Harry walk in, his backpack on one shoulder.

“Hey. Are you done?”

“Just one moment,” you smile and he nods, walking over to the window, patiently waiting for you to finish everything up. 

When you turn the computer off and look up at him, you notice that he is staring at you already.

“What?” you ask, packing up.

“Nothing, just… you look so pretty.”

You still haven’t gotten used to his compliments, though they always just keep on coming and coming. You love them.

And you love him.

Walking over to him you wrap your arms around his waist as you steal a kiss. Usually you try to keep the PDA out of the office, but sometimes he is just too hard to resist. Like now.

You’ve been officially a couple for two months, your first date after your big presentation was like a dream, Harry took you to all of his favorite spots in the city and then you just spent hours stargazing on the roof of his apartment’s building, he had a whole setup with a mattress, blankets and pillows, it was the sweetest thing ever, the best way to celebrate your win. Since then, it’s been endless dates, movie nights, trips on the weekend, you’ve been kind of inseparable. Well, outside of the office, because you try your best to stay professional at work. 

“What was that for?” he chuckles softly, his cheeks have that soft pink shade on them that you just want to kiss all over. 

“I’m just happy. That’s it.” Reaching up you fix his glasses before taking a step back and heading out.

Usually you just walk side by side to the elevator, but today you feel extra upbeat, so when you step into the elevator you gently take his hand and lace it together with yours and you can’t help but smile every time you’re in here with Harry.

Because he told you this is where he saw you for the very first time that day you overslept before your disastrous presentation. He was the one who held the elevator’s door for you. You were so disoriented that you didn’t notice him then and he likes to tease you about it, saying that he knew that moment he was into you, all while you didn’t even look at him. In return, you always bring up how you were the one kissing him for the first time. 

It’s crazy to think how much has happened between those two things or even between that morning and today. He was the quiet IT genius who you dragged into your madness. He is still a genius, but you’ve gotten to know the sides of him others can’t see and you love all of them, it just took you some time to open him up. To decode him.

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Jay Halstead- All My Fault

Trigger warnings- hospital, passing out, blood clot on the brain, near death

4 hours, just 4 hours left of my 12 hour shift left. I can do this.

For the last few days I’ve felt like I’m catching the flu but when I woke up this morning I felt so much worse and it’s only getting worse as the day goes by. If this was the start of my shift I would have gone home, but I’m so close to being done and then I have 4 days off to recover. So I’m going to power through the last hours.

“Feeling any better?” I hear my husbands voice. I look up at squint at the brightness off the lights, but I notice Jay looking down at me

“No”

“Why don’t you head home? We’re just doing paperwork” I glare at my partner, Adam

“Don’t jinx it” I groan making Jay chuckle

“In all serious babe I’ll take you home”

“No I’ll be fine” I give Jay a weak smile then return back to my paper work

“At least take some painkillers”

“Fine” I slowly stand up, but Jay places his hand on my shoulder and pushes me back down in my seat

“I’ll get them. You stay put” I give Jay a thankful smile. I look at my computer, but have to blink a few times as my vision blurs, probably due to this migraine that I’m having.

“How long has this migraine been bothering you?” Erin asks concerned

“Have had it a couple days now, just today it seems to be worse”

“Here” Jay comes back with some painkillers, a water bottle and a cereal bar “try and drink all of that and eat this. Might help. If your still not well tomorrow I’ll call Will to come over” I roll my eyes at Jay, but instantly regret it as the pain behind my eyes feels like I’m being stabbed. I take the pills and drink half the bottle then open up the cereal bar.

Finally my shift ends, Jay has another couple of hours, so Adam drops me off home

“You sure your going to be alright?”

“Yeah. I’m just going to have a bath try and eat some toast then head off to bed”

“Ok, but if you get worse please ring me and I’ll come over until Jay gets home”

“Thanks. See you” I wave goodbye and close the passenger side door, get my keys out of my bag and unlock my door. I give Adam one last wave and close the door behind me. Sighing I drop my bag on the floor, take my shoes off and head upstairs into the bathroom. Turning the tap on the blurry vision returns and I stumble backwards feeling dizzy. The last thing I remember is the way my head feels like it’s going to explode.

Jays POV

I return home expecting to see YN in bed asleep, or at least trying to. Heading upstairs I notice the bathroom light on and can hear the water running in the bathroom

“I’m home” I call out but don’t get a response. That’s when I notice the floor is wet. Panicking I open up the door and see my wife on the floor unconscious “YN? YN baby can you hear me?” Not getting a response I immediately take my phone out of my pocket and dial 911

“911 what’s your emergency”

“I need an ambulance at ‘address’ my wife is unconscious”

“How long has she been unconscious for sir?”

“I- I don’t know. I just got home. She’s been home for 3 hours on her own”

“Ok can you check her breathing for me?” I lean down and see if she’s breathing, thankfully yes

“Yes” I breath out

“Ok I have sent an ambulance to you, they should be with you in 5 minutes, keep checking her pulse and breathing until paramedics arrive”

5 minutes go by and they feel like the longest 5 minutes ever. Brett and Dawson arrive, I feel slightly relieved that the paramedics on shift right now are these two as I trust them the most with my wife

“Jay we’ve got her” Gabby says after I lift her onto the stretcher

“Can I ride with you?”

“Sure”

“What the hell happened?” Boden, YNs dad shouts walking over to me sat in the waiting room

“I don’t know. I just came home and.. fuck she looked…” I rub my hand over my tear stained face

“Does will know?”

“Yeah. He’s gone to see if he can find out what’s going on. Fuck I should have brought her here earlier, she wasn’t feeling good when she was at work”

“Jay, Wallace” I look up and see Will walking over to us nervously “I’ve spoken Abrams, she’s in surgery right now”

“What? Why? What’s wrong with my daughter?”

“YN had a blood clot on the brain. Has she hit her head recently?” both will and Wallace look at me. I think back to the other day, before her headache started

“Fuck this is all my fault. She hit her head on a job, she told me she was fine and I looked at her head, there was no bump so I didn’t….. fuck I should have forced her to….” I choke on my own words. This is all my fault.

[moonlight0934]

You're No Better

Damian flings a notebook at Tim, who just dodges with a laugh.

“What was that? Your aim is terrible.”

Damian huffs, and turns away.

“I’m just kidding anyway. Your people skills are fine. The cops are absolutely the problem as they have been for every single Robin.”

Damian hums, somewhat satisfied with the conversation. He had been telling Tim about how rude the cops were when he was on patrol, and Tim had jabbed at him that it was probably his lack of people skills.

“Anyway, you shouldn’t take anything the cops say to heart. Most of them are either stupid or high all the time.”

“What if they’re not the only ones saying it?” Damian asks quietly.

“What do you-” Tim is cut off by their phones buzzing in unison. “Barbara set off the alarm, but there are no details.”

Damian opens the notification, but there’s seriously nothing attached.

“I guess we should head down to the cave to see if we can reach her over comms. Maybe she butt dialed us again,” Damian suggests, and Tim shrugs.

“On my day off too. Though I guess it’s better than being at work and getting an alert.”

Damian smirks as they walk down the stairs together. Bruce is already on the line when they get down there.

“Can you ask Gordon what the problem is?” he asks, sounding annoyed.

“I tried, but he’s not answering. I can tell you that nothing obvious is happening, because no one is freaking out. There’s no sign of any major psychopaths, but Dad just stopped answering. I’m worried about him.”

“We can go check it out. I’m with Robin,” Tim replies, leaning against the desk that the computer sits on.

“That would be great. I’ll send you the address of the distress signal now,” Barbara says, sounding relieved.

“Be careful. I can’t get out of work right now unless it’s an emergency,” Bruce says, his voice tight.

“We will be as careful as humanly possible,” Tim says, rolling his eyes.

Damian bites his lip to stop himself from smiling at his family’s drama. He goes to change while Tim waits for the location. He’s fully ready by the time Tim goes to change. The location is right on the outskirts of town in a mostly abandoned area. In fact, WE is planning on doing something with that part of town though Damian can’t remember what it is that they’re going to do. It’s a quick trip since they’re on Tim’s bike.

“Put your mask on. The air quality in this area is atrocious right now,” Tim says, putting a hand on top of Damian’s head.

Damian makes a face, but puts his mask on. Tim does the same, and they head to the building that Gordon sent the distress signal from. The fog is really thick through that area, making it hard to see. Damian stays on his toes, straining his eyes to see through the smog. Tim is right beside him until they actually reach the building.

Then he says, “We should split up. I’ll take the door on the opposite side of the house, and you take this one. I don’t know why the Commissioner would be in a condemned house, so we should be careful.”

Damian nods, then waits for Tim to walk around the house. He gives him plenty of time to reach the other door before he opens the one in front of him. As soon as the door opens, something hurdles straight at Damian’s face. He ducks, but it still manages to catch his jaw. As soon as he straightens back up, he realizes that something is very wrong. The world is spinning, and he can’t seem to see more than a couple of feet in front of him. He blinks hard, and shakes his head.

The darkness only gets worse, and eventually it completely takes over his vision. When he wakes up again, he’s in the cave again. He’s on one of the cots, but he’s not only still in uniform, but his hands are covered in blood. There’s dried blood on his boots, and flecks up his arms.

“What?” he whispers, looking down.

Jason walks in, leaning against the doorway.

“Well, you finally woke up.”

“What happened? I only remember going into the house.”

“Don’t play stupid with me, Damian. It’s too late for that.”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to. Can you just be straight with me, Todd?”

“You’re just like your family, aren’t you?”

Damian is confused for a second, wondering which one of their siblings he’s comparing Damian too. When Damian realizes what family Jason is talking about, it’s like ice was poured down his back. He bristles, immediately trying to shut himself off from the situation.

“There you go again. You’re no better than they are, and you’re no better than you were when you first got here. You’re just better at masking now, aren’t you? You’re a murderer, Damian, and you did it again.”

Damian looks around.

“What is going on? What happened, and where is Timothy?” Damian asks, his voice tight and scared.

“Tim’s in surgery right now. You weren’t fast enough, and you left him without backup. Then you killed everyone else there. Why is that always your first response to your own inadequacy?”

Damian sniffles, trying to take in a breath. Jason rolls his eyes.

“Again with the drama. You are so predictable. I’m going to get Dad, because I do not want to deal with you.”

Damian pulls his knees up to his chest. He’s shaking, and it’s actively getting more difficult to stay still by the second.

Timothy isn’t ok. I killed someone? I don’t remember killing someone. Could I still kill someone and not even remember it? What is Father going to say?

Bruce walks in, his eyes scanning Damian with a disappointed look on his face. Damian doesn’t say anything to defend himself, or even explain. He doesn’t cry, or beg.

He just stares straight at Bruce and asks, “Are you sending me back?”

Bruce sighs as he sits down on the edge of the bed.

“Yes. I’m sorry, but we’ve tried everything. I can’t allow you to do those kinds of things in my city.”

“But you allow Todd to stay. I don’t even know why he’s mad at me.”

“Don’t talk back to me. You’re going home to your mother. The difference with Jason is that I’m not responsible for what Jason does anymore. You live in my house, so you have to follow my rules. You’ve proven that you can’t, and I can’t trust you. I am sorry Damian, but I can’t work with you if you don’t work with me first.”

Damian nods, still shaking like a leaf. He’s not sure why though since he can already feel himself shut down. Normally he’d be running on autopilot by then without any physical signs that he’s not ok. He doesn’t let it bother him too much since his mind can’t move past going back to his old life. 

Dick sighs as he steps away from his desk to answer a call from Barbara.

“Hey, Barbara, what’s going on?”

“I can’t get a hold of your dad right now, and I think Tim and Damian are in trouble.”

“What’s going on?”

“There was a distress signal from my dad, but he just showed up at my apartment. He said he never sent it out, and I don’t know who did. Your brothers aren’t responding, and apparently your dad isn’t at work anymore. No one knows where he is either.”

“Send me Tim and Damian’s location. I’ll head there now. Dad can take care of himself, so he can wait. Can you call Jason too? He can probably get there faster.”

“Yeah, ok. I’ll do that now, and I just sent the location.”

Barbara hangs up before it even comes through. Dick races to the location, but it still takes him half an hour to drive there. Tim’s and Jason’s bikes are outside the building already though there’s zero motion from inside. Dick slips a comm in his ear.

“What’s the situation, Hood?”

“We’re a few buildings down in the really big community center. Batman is already here, but Red and Robin are both out of the game,” Jason says, the sound of gunfire in the background.

Dick runs to the community center. Tim is in the lobby, his head bleeding, but he looks otherwise ok. Dick keeps going to find Jason and Bruce fighting an ungodly amount of goons in the other room. He helps as Bruce slips out of the room.

“Scarecrow went that way,” Jason explains as he shoots the last guy.

“Should we go after him? Also, where’s Robin?” Dick asks, trying to catch his breath.

Jason flips his comm on.

“Batman, you need help?”

“No, take care of the boys.”

“Hood.”

Jason points to the corner where Damian is curled up. His head is tucked into his knees, and he’s shaking. His cape covers most of his form, but it’s still not hard to tell how hard he’s shaking.

“Did he get-?”

“Gassed? Yeah, we think so. Red got hit in the head, but we think Robin got hit with the actual toxin. He hasn’t let anyone touch him yet, and we got jumped before Batman could really try anything.”

Dick walks over, kneeling down a few inches away from Damian.

“Hey, Robin, can you hear me?” Dick motions Jason over. “Get some of the anti-toxin out.”

Jason pulls some out while Dick reaches out to Damian. Damian flinches, but doesn’t pull away when Dick touches his arm.

“Come here, Baby Bat,” Dick whispers, pulling Damian closer to him.

Damian doesn’t resist, or fight him. He just goes limp in Dick’s arms. Dick holds his hand out, and Jason offers him the syringe. Dick is careful when putting it into Damian’s arm in case he freaks out. He doesn’t, and stays still against Dick aside from the occasional shudder. Dick scoops Damian up as soon as he’s sure that the serum has had time to work.

“We need to get them back to the cave,” Dick says quietly.

Jason nods.

“I’ll get Red, and we can take your car.”

They barely get back to the lobby before Damian starts to quietly whimper.

“Shh, it’s ok. I know, buddy.” Dick turns to Jason. “I can’t imagine what he was seeing with all of the horrors he’s had to endure.”

Jason shrugs, kneeling beside Tim.

“Hey, Red, you’re not going to freak out and punch me in the jaw, are you?”

Tim scrunches up his nose, but doesn’t open his eyes. Dick frowns, realizing that Damian’s shuddering is getting more and more pronounced. He looks down, brushing a few locks of Damian’s hair off of his forehead.

“Jason.”

Jason stands up, walking over quickly. Damian’s face is red, and he’s panting now. He’s shaking really hard, and Dick gently sets him down.

“I think he might be having a seizure,” Jason says, pressing two fingers to the underside of Damian’s jaw.

“Why?”

“I guess it’s a new strain. The serum must not have fixed it. What should we do?”

“I guess give him another one, and hope that it overpowers it. Can you call Leslie or Alfred so they can meet us there?” Dick asks as Damian finally starts to go still.

Jason nods. He calls Alfred, putting it on speaker phone. He grabs Tim, and heads outside. Dick gives Damian another dose of anti-toxin before picking him up. He unlocks his car as he walks out. Jason is holding Tim in a bridal carry as he talks to Alfred. Dick opens the car door, and motions for Jason to put Tim in the passenger seat. Jason does, and Dick climbs into the back, still holding Damian. He puts Damian on his side with his head in Dick’s lap.

He’s stayed oddly quiet and calm for him to still be hallucinating. Dick presses his fingers to Damian’s pulse point as Jason climbs into the driver seat. His heart is beating far too fast, and now that it’s quiet, Dick can tell how strained Damian’s breathing is.

“Hurry up, Jason. He’s really struggling.”

“I know, I’m trying.”

He speeds up, but Damian starts to shake again as they’re pulling into the cave.

“He’s having another seizure. Go get Leslie, or Alfred.”

Jason climbs out, running as soon as his feet hit the ground. Dick just gently brushes his fingers through Damian’s hair, making sure that he stays on his side. The car door opens, and Leslie appears on the other side. Jason is behind her, and he looks just as scattered as Dick feels. His hair is stuck up from all of the running and pulling his hands through it. His eyes are darting between Tim and Damian quickly.

“Jay, he’ll be ok. You just need to calm down,” Leslie says, holding a syringe out to Dick. “Give this to him if he’s still having an active seizure.”

Dick nods, then gently presses the needle through the costume. Damian’s seizure abates almost immediately, but he also lashes out at Dick less than thirty seconds later. The heel of his hand smashes into Dick’s jaw, almost taking part of his tongue off. Dick grabs his wrists.

“Calm down, Dami. You’re ok, but you need to let us help.”

Damian whimpers, dropping back into Dick’s lap. Dick picks him up, and slips out of the car. Leslie takes some blood to analyze what’s in his bloodstream already.

“Get him set up in the infirmary. I’ll give him a few things to help with his blood pressure and possibly bring down his heart rate.”

Dick sets him in one of the beds, then unclips his cape. He gently unlaces Damian’s boots and takes them off too. Bruce comes in a few minutes later to Dick holding Damian gently. His heart rate is still high, but Dick is trying to soothe him the best he can.

“Is he ok?” Bruce asks, his voice soft as he walks over to them.

Dick shrugs.

“I don’t know. We can’t tell what he’s seeing. He’s been quiet and still most of the time, but he did manage to hit me in the jaw earlier.”

Bruce nods, putting a reassuring hand on Dick’s shoulder. He lets his other hand rest on Damian’s leg. It’s still another hour before they’re able to put together something that will work, so Dick and Bruce stay with Damian for that time. Damian starts crying as soon as he wakes up, pulling away from Dick and Bruce. Dick and Bruce exchange a quick look.

“Damian, it’s ok. It was just fear gas,” Bruce says softly, reaching back out to Damian.

Damian doesn’t move, but he keeps crying.

“I don’t want to,” he sobs, pulling his knees into his chest.

“Dami, it’s ok. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Whatever you saw wasn’t real.”

That seems to click because Damian peeks over his knees at them.

“I don’t have to leave?” Damian asks, breathless and sad.

Bruce pulls Damian into his arms.

“Of course not. We’re nevering going to send you away. You’re my son, and I love you.”

“Timothy?”

“Tim’s fine,” Dick reassures him.

Damian tucks his face into Bruce’s chest, sniffling.

“It’s ok. Everything’s going to be ok, Damian.”

[scentedpeachlandcreator]

hello i want to share a success story and encourage people that manifesting illogical things isn't impossible and that nothing is impossible, everything is within and already in your grasp.

i manifested to stop time and here's the story:

it was today on a school morning my mom woke me up and told me that i had to go to school and to not fall asleep again because she had to go to work and wouldn't wake me up if i fell asleep again i went yeah yeah and turned over only to fall asleep💀 and when i woke up i saw that it was extremely bright outside, its summer so even in the mornings its bright but i felt like i was in the middle of the day and i opened my phone to check the time and it was 10:47💀💀 and i have to be at school by 8:30 so i was EXTREMELY LATE but i was like oh well what can i do and went to the bathroom to wash up. as i was washing my face i thought what if i stopped time? because anything is possible. when i was done i did some other things and later checked my phone again to see that it was STILL 10:47 AND I FREAKED OUT CAUSE I THOUGHT IT WOULD'VE BEEN LIKE 11 OR SOMETHING BUT TIME DIDN'T MOVE I FREAKED OUT AND JUST STOOD THERE CUZ DID I JUST STOP TIME??? BUT AFTER A WHILE IT STARTED TO MOVE NORMALLY ALSO I EVEN CHECKED MY COMPUTER AND IT DIDN'T CHANGE EITHER AND YOU COULD TRY TO ARGUE THAT WHEN I FIRST CHECKED THE TIME I WAS PROBABLY SLEEPY BUT I HAD ALREADY COMPLETELY WOKEN UP CAUSE I HAD BEEN STARING AT THE SUN FOR A WHILE-

anyways that's my success story and i have a few more albeit quite small ones like making the buss late so i wouldn't miss it and other stuff but yeah that's it!

OMG I'M PROUD OF YOU! SEE? IT WAS EASY RIGHT? NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE WHEN YOU PUT YOUR MIND INTO IT!

And thank you for sharing your illogical success story i really loved it and it was so Cool 😭💗🫶🏻

Love ya💗

[issuesdolly]

Jonathan Davis Gives You a Sexy Birthday Surprise

Warning: explicit/sensitive content, 18+ Smut. Male/female sex (romantic boyfriend/girlfriend theme) foreplay, fingering, oral sex, cunnilingus, handjob, unprotected sex, p in v, finishing inside, edging/denial, fear kink, adrenaline kink

#jonathandavis  #jonathan davis #korn #jon davis #fanfic #jondavis #fanfiction #smut #fem reader #x reader #edging kink #praise and degredation #edging #edging #edginganddenial #fear kink #adrenalinekink #female reader #make me masturbate #angst #angst with a happy ending #romantic #romantisizing life

Summary: You are Jonathan’s girlfriend and it’s your birthday. Normally, it’s a day he’s unable to spend with you due to tour/work obligations. But this year, due to COVID, he is home with you. Because it’s a rare opportunity, you opted to spend the day together instead of inviting friends or family. You’re wondering why Jonathan is acting strangely. It turns out he had several VERY sweet surprises for you… as well as a few VERY spicy ones. 

Preface: This story is MUCH more of an emotional/romantic fantasy for me. But sexier aspects of this fic were inspired by a naughty answer Jonathan gave in an old interview. When asked about the last time he had sex outside, he said he had surprised his girl with a car ride in his hatchback. JD quote: “I stuck my girl in the car, up on a hill outside Indigo Ranch, where we recorded the new album. We had the hatchback open and just fucking went for it. It was great.” I thought that was damn HOT (since I am way into public/nature exhibition too haha) …. So I wanted to incorporate that into his “birthday surprise.” But this story has a very romantic/emotional tone as far as what Jonathan’s OTHER surprises for Y/N are. Jonathan has SEVERAL sweet gifts planned for her….something far beyond just a “naughty car ride.”

Story: 

The day of your birthday, you chose to just luxuriously sleep in. For once, Jonathan was home with you. The context of COVID-lockdowns/tour postponing, however grim, had given the two of you the opportunity to be together. You had fallen asleep next to him sometime in the middle of the night. The two of you love to sleep in until AT LEAST mid-day. When you woke, you were surprised Jonathan was not sleeping beside you still. Wiping your eyes and sitting up, you peered around the empty room. 

Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you checked the time. It was already 4pm. You were surprised Jonathan hadn’t awakened you when he got up. He usually stumbles awake, sleep-deprived or not, by mid-afternoon. He must be somewhere else in the house. Confused, you unsilenced your phone to check notifications. You had a few well-wishes from friends and one missed call from your parents’ house. Your parents have always been emotionally distant and unresponsive/unsupportive in all ways. They didn’t think much of your celebrity relationship either. But then again, nothing was ever good enough for them. Thoroughly disinterested in meeting Jonathan or seeing you, you were surprised to have even missed a call from them. You checked your voicemail, but they had not left one. You decided against calling back, knowing it would be an inevitably disappointing and empty conversation. 

Shaking your head, you moved on with your day. Walking into the kitchen, you found Jonathan looking at something on his computer. When you walked in, he looked a little jumpy and seemed to click away from something he had up on the screen. 

“Hey hun,” he said softly, standing up and greeting you. 

“Hey…” you replied, sleepily. 

“Happy birthday!” Jonathan said as he stepped across the room to give you a big hug. 

You gladly accepted his hug and wrapped your arms around him. As the two of you embraced, you realized his dreads were a bit damp and he smelled of his best cologne, clearly freshly out of the shower. He smelled fantastic, but you were a bit surprised. It wasn’t as though you PRESUMED he’d wake you with some “birthday sex” and shower after, but the two of you usually at least shower together whenever you both wake up. So this was quite odd. 

“Oh, you already showered huh?” you asked, confused. 

Jonathan tensed up and pulled away. 

“Yeah! I um… woke up super groggy. Just wanted to wake myself up more,” Jonathan said. 

Again, this seemed like an excuse to you… but you didn’t know what he was up to. The two of you exchanged awkward smiles. His eyes were so expressive, you knew you could lock eyes with him and start guessing what he was up to. You looked at his face, searched his eyes, but as soon as you made eye contact with him, he scooted off to the kitchen, tugging at his hair. 

“I made you some food!” Jonathan stated, proudly. 

You wondered what’s with him, but obviously you were hungry and pleased you didn’t have to whip up anything to eat. Jonathan came back over to the kitchen island as the two of you sat down on the dining stools. He handed you a plate with a few waffles with honey drizzle and some strawberries. It looked delicious. 

“Awww thank you,” you whispered as you leaned in to give him a big kiss. He beamed at you, brushing some of your “bed hair” out of your face before returning your kiss.

As you began eating, Jonathan was closing some tabs on his computer. You noticed this also. “What was that about?” you wondered. You were hungry though, and kept eating. As you ate, you were still thinking about how disappointing the non-interaction with your parents was. You decided to bring it up. 

“So my parents tried to call while my phone was on silent,” you told Jon. 

“Oh? What did they have to say?” Jon asked in a soft, disappointed voice. He knew hearing from them is NEVER good news.  

“They didn’t say anything. It’s just a missed call, no voicemail. I decided to just leave it alone” you admitted, feeling sadness. There was awkward silence between you and Jonathan as he shook his head. Slowly he put his arm around you. 

“Well, you know how they are. I’m sorry though. Really sorry,” Jonathan whispered as he rubbed your shoulder. 

You stopped eating for a moment and leaned against his shoulder, burying your face into it. Eager to change the subject, you started talking about how the two of you might spend the day. 

“So…. there’s not much to actually DO today, is there?” you asked Jon. With most things closed or with limited hours due to COVID, restaurants and venues were inaccessible. Even parks and nature sites had a lot of restrictions. BASICALLY, your fondest hope for today was going to be hanging out with him, eating food, and hopefully some awesome birthday sex. 

Jonathan didn’t respond quickly. Again, it seemed like he was hiding something. 

“Ummm… I don’t know. What if we go for a drive?” Jon suggested. 

“A drive?” you asked, confused. 

“Yeah …. Just….. Get out of the house! We’ve been home so much. It’d be nice, just drive around…. Hmmm?” Jonathan proposed, tugging more nervously at his hair. 

“A drive….” you repeated, still dumbfounded. This wasn’t a common thing the two of you did. Drive aimlessly around during COVID with no errands/destination in mind.

“That sounds kind of boring to be honest,” you admitted, looking at Jon. 

The nervous smile he had on his face faded perceptibly. He tugged more at his hair, twisting one of his damp dreads in rapid circles as if he was thinking hard…. 

“You sure?” Jonathan asked, looking nervous and disappointed. 

“Yeah. I don’t feel like going out. What if we just put a movie on and hang out in bed?” you suggested.

Jonathan’s smile faded more. TRULY, what you wanted was some birthday sex. You figured watching something together while snuggling would be a pretty good start for that. Jonathan shifted around anxiously on the dining stool.  

“Ummm… I don’t know. That sounds kind of lame. I really think we should just get out of the house!” Jon implored. 

You were dismayed. “Well…. I don’t know if I’m in the mood for that,” you admitted.

Jon looked VERY dismayed, fidgeting more before speaking again. 

“Ummm… I still think it could be cool. It’s a really gorgeous day out. At least think about it, mmkay hun?” Jon softly begged. As he asked you to think about it, he began gently playing with your hair and stroking your cheek/chin with his thumb.  

“Ummm.. yeah, I’ll think about it I guess,” you replied quietly, smiling and melting a little.  

An aimless drive sounded thoroughly boring, but Jon’s soft voice and playful touches could pretty much invite you to entertain ANY idea. The two of you exchanged smiles. 

“But YEAH!! Happy birthday again, hun! Today’s gonna be good, I promise,” Jon said as he brought you in for another hug. You leaned forward on your dining stool to hug him, face pressed against his chest. He smelled really incredible, all freshly showered. Comparatively, you were feeling pretty disheveled. 

“Mmfff, guess I should go shower too, huh?” you said, looking up and smiling at him. 

“Yeah! I’ll let you get going baby, take your time. I’ll um… hang out here” Jon said as sipped an energy drink and returned to browsing on his laptop. You had to admit, you were a little frustrated. What you REALLY wanted was him to be all over you right now. The depressing phone call incident with your parents had left you kinda desperate to just “feel good.” You hopped in the shower, shaking your head and wondering why he showered without you. A sexy shower would have been a really nice “start” to the day. 

Hopping out of the shower and mopping the excess water from your hair, you contemplated how to seduce Jon. Jon was definitely not the type to need much “incentive” to come get you. Unless he was VERY exhausted/distracted, all you ever had to do was ask or initiate ….and he’d usually fuck. Plus, it’s your birthday. He’d be even LESS likely to refuse you TODAY.  You decided to make your move. You put on his favorite perfume and instead of getting dressed normally, you threw on his favorite sexy nightgown and lace panties.

You plopped down on the bed, smiling and chuckling to yourself as you prepared to surprise him. 

“Hey Jon?” you called out. 

“Yeah hun?” you heard Jon reply from the kitchen.

“Can you come help me with something?” you asked, pretending to have a stressed-out tone in your voice, as if you needed “mundane” help of some kind. 

You heard Jon stepping down the hall, fully expecting you needed some sort of “normal” help. 

“Yeah what’s up, what do you–” Jon said, stopping mid-sentence as he rounded the corner to see you on the bed. 

You laughed hard. He cracked a huge grin and let out very nervous laughter. 

 “Damn….Baby! What…. Wha????” Jon muttered through nervous laughter. He gripped the doorway for balance and shook his head, grinning/laughing. 

“I need your help, baby!” you said, playfully. 

“Hmmmm…You need my help, huh?” Jon inquired in a soft voice. He stroked his facial hair and gave you a naughty smirk, stepping towards you in the room. 

“Mmm-hmmm….” you said in a sexy, hushed voice as you climbed off the bed and stepped towards him. His face and body language showed quite a mix of emotion. He looked VERY aroused, but very apprehensive for some reason. 

You stepped right against him, pushing yourself into his arms and grabbing his waist. He was tense against you. You moaned and gently pulled at his neck, inviting him to bend down and start kissing you. Despite his strange, apprehensive behavior, he couldn’t help but respond to how aggressive you were being. He let you pull him down into a sexy kiss. As you began crushing yourself up against him more, you gripped his waist harder. His hands instinctively wrapped around you and gripped your ass. You pushed your crotch more towards his as he squeezed your ass through the nightgown and kissed you harder. He moaned more as his fingers felt the lace of the panties you were wearing, realizing you even had your sexiest lacies on for him.

“Oh... fuck…” he groaned as he gently pulled his mouth off yours. He was breathing harder and you were pretty much throwing yourself at him at this point. Reaching a hand down towards his pants, you gently traced against his dick through them. He moaned more as your hand movements got more aggressive, rubbing his crotch and gently pulling on his hair, inviting him to kiss you again. He gasped a little and tried to speak….

“Baby… ughhh….nnn- … isn’t it a little early for this?” Jon asked, trying to catch his breath. 

“Too early? Well shit! I forgot about all the NOTHING we had planned today!!” you retorted, jokingly. You continued feeling him up, stroking his belly through his shirt before playfully reaching a hand up under it to pull it up. The moment your hand went up his shirt, Jon quickly gripped your wrist. He gently but firmly pulled your hand away from his belly. Again, you were shocked/confused. Usually touching/caressing his lower stomach while pressed up against him was a magic BONER recipe. 

Jonathan groaned, QUICKLY pulling his t-shirt back down.  

“Ughh…fuck…nnn..” he sputtered as he reluctantly took slow steps back from you, 

“No. Not right now, baby. Ahhmm… Uh…. I just…. Uh…. DAMN,” Jon stammered. He was trying to catch his breath. He winced and grimaced, backing away from you and fiddling with his hair frantically. He was desperately trying to stop himself from getting carried away and fucking you. Though you didn’t know why he was denying you. There was a tense silence as you stared at him, confused. 

“I just… um…didn’t want to get into all this so early! I think we should wait. Just a little bit,” Jon said, lamely. You were baffled. He’d never shut you down like this. Jon rubbed his forehead, trying to catch his breath and tame his erection. 

“I really just want you Jon….. I’m sorry,” you replied, confused and embarrassed. He sighed, nervously rubbing his neck and slumping his head down, still grimacing. 

“Sorry hun,” Jon said, softly. 

You felt rejected. Your cheeks started to flush a little. Jon broke the silence: 

“I want you too, baby! Fuck. I REALLY do,” Jon said apologetically, his voice breaking a little. 

“I just - uhmm… want to wait a little bit, mmkay?” Jon asked.

“Ummmm. Ok. Sorry,” you said… turning away from him and shaking your head. This was all so strange. What was going on? He always LOVED it when you gave him a random/freaky invite to fuck. Didn’t ever matter the time of day as long as he didn’t have somewhere he had to be. 

“I’m… gonna go back to the kitchen for a bit… But… PLEASE come back out when you get dressed! Okay?” Jon asked, still trying to catch his breath and calm his “nerves.” 

“Uh, yeah, ok…” you replied, disappointed. Shaking your head, you got dressed in a normal outfit. It was a warm, spring day. You decided on a short, button-front sundress and a lightweight black jacket. 

You met Jonathan back in the kitchen. He greeted you with a beaming smile and shut the laptop once again as you entered the room. 

“Baby! C'mon, I really want to take you on that drive,” Jonathan begged, excitedly. 

“Damn… you and this drive….okay, fine,” you said… mildly irritated. He took your hand and held it tenderly as you walked out to the car together. He decided to drive the spacious hatchback. Though not the fastest/sleekest luxury car he has, it’s definitely the most spacious and comfortable. You never thought “lavish” cars that go fast could turn you on, but you had to admit, riding in any of his luxury cars was always a ton of fun. You hopped in the passenger seat as Jonathan’s keys jingled and he hopped in the driver’s side. He put on the radio nice and loud as he drove like a badass and sped away with you. 

You weren’t sure where he was taking you but it seemed he had a very definite destination in mind. As he drove, he held the steering wheel with one hand and reached over towards your lap with the other. The car was traveling down the more winding, rural roads, getting farther away from the city. He sped as much as possible, taking turns with quite an aggressive edge. His big hands started rubbing your knees as he worked his way up your thighs. You’d already felt aroused, but his sharp/fast driving with one hand on the wheel and the other on you REALLY had you going. 

“Hmmm, okay you win Jon, a drive was definitely a good idea,” you chuckled as his hand started caressing further up your thighs. 

Jon chuckled and stole a glance at you with a big smirk on his face, nodding his head. 

As he drove you further away from the city, he pushed his hand further up your dress until it was inches from your panties. 

“Baby, do me a favor, hmm?” Jon cooed. 

“Yeah?” you asked in a sly, curious tone. 

“Shut your eyes for me….. Keep them shut… Where we’re going is a surprise,” Jon said in a quiet, sultry voice. 

Your heart jumped. It was starting to make sense now. You didn’t know what exactly he had in mind, but you KNEW there’d been a reason he’d wanted this drive so badly. Shutting your eyes with a smile on your face, you softly replied: “okay baby.” 

You heard Jon let out a naughty chuckle and rub/pat your thighs with his warm hand as you felt the car pick up speed. It was such a SMOOTH ride, it made the speed feel a bit surreal. In a normal car, this speed would have felt bumpy… but in THIS car, it felt like you were just flying. Hearing the gentle hum of the powerful engine and feeling his hand tease your thighs and stop JUST short of your pussy, it was extremely seductive. Jon kept driving. Your heart raced a bit. With your eyes shut, it made the ride a bit more frightening. If you had your eyes on the speedometer and were aware of your surroundings, it wouldn’t be quite as scary. But, with your eyes shut, unsure where you were or how much he was speeding, you felt powerful jolts of adrenaline/arousal. 

Your body slid around on the seat as gravity forced it in different directions depending on how Jon was pulling the car. You shifted around, feeling the sharp turns of the rural, winding roads. As your heart raced with fear, you began opening your eyes, trying to steal a peek. Jon stole a glimpse at you. 

“Don’t you DARE baby!!!” Jon teased. 

You quickly shut your eyes again, smiling and nervously laughing a little. 

Jon’s hand worked its way to your pussy and slowly teased it. You moaned and instinctively put one of your hands over his, encouraging him to touch it while he sped the car. You felt the car pick up speed even more and take some sharp turns while he rubbed your clit harder through your panties. Your breath caught in your throat. Breathless and turned on, you had to just shake your head in amazement. Jon had a LOT of experience seducing women in a variety of manners. This was definitely one of them. 

You HAD to admire his “multi task” ability, speeding around in a badass car while pleasing you. You TRIED not think about how much “practice” he’d had at this seduction game with other women. It was amusing though. He was DAMN good at seduction. Jon’s hand dipped further into your open legs, gently rubbing your pussy entrance with two fingers through the exterior of your panties. You gasped a little. It felt so good. The engine kept revving as you felt his fingers move your panties to one side and push against your slit. You were losing your mind. As the car sped, he began gently fingering you. You were very wet and also a little bit scared, since he was definitely doing a rather risky “multitask.” You couldn’t guess the car’s speed but it felt like he might be driving at least 80-90mph. You heard your heartbeat pounding in your ears, as you resisted the urge to open your eyes. You trusted him to know what he was doing. 

Jonathan let out dark, low chuckles watching your reactions. You must have had a blissful/nervous expression on your face. He started fucking your pussy more aggressively with his hand. The car was slowing a bit and you felt fewer sharp turns. You wondered if perhaps he was nearing whatever destination he was bringing you to. As your pussy dripped against his hand, Jon decided to tease you even more. He slipped his fingers out of you and slowly rubbed/traced his fingers them against your belly and upwards towards your breasts. He squeezed and caressed your hard nipples. 

“Oh shit…ugh…yeah this was a good birthday surprise” you whimpered. 

Jonathan let out a sly laugh. 

“Oh trust me baby… I’m not done surprising you,” Jon said in a quiet voice. 

You felt indescribable excitement. WHAT was he up to? 

He moved his big hand off of your breasts and up towards your face. He traced his thumb on your chin and rubbed his middle/index finger along your mouth. Having your eyes closed made it even more seductive. Not knowing where/how he was going to touch you next. You playfully licked/sucked his middle/index finger while keeping your eyes shut. 

You heard Jon let out a moan before saying, “fuck….” in a quiet voice. Clearly loving the sensation of how naughtily you sucked on his fingers. He let you continue teasing his fingers for a second. You could hear him gasp and clear his throat as he tried to compose himself and keep driving. As you tasted yourself a little on his fingers, he slowly slid them out of your mouth. You were left hanging for a moment, feeling the movement of the car as it took another sharp turn down a different winding road. Then you felt his wet fingers rub back against your pussy again. You couldn’t resist and decided to try to “help him out,” with his “multitask.” Pulling your own panties to the side and pushing on his hand, you helped guide his fingers back inside you as he drove. 

Jon let out a soft grunt, getting more aroused. You heard him shift around on his seat. Jonathan was getting hard and increasingly difficult for him to stay composed and safely drive while his girl was getting off in the passenger seat. He fingered you more firmly and you gently lulled your head against the comfortable passenger side headrest. Jon’s hand was growing clammy and you could feel it trembling a little. It was clearly getting trickier for him to concentrate on driving. 

You felt the car gradually slow and wondered if you were finally reaching the “secret” destination. The car came to a slow stop as you heard Jon switch gears into park. You kept your eyes shut, listening to Jon as he tried to catch his breath and compose himself. He slowly slid his fingers out from your warm pussy and turned the car off. You had a big smile on your face as you sat patiently, eyes closed. 

“Baby?” Jon said softly/sweetly. 

“Yeah?” you asked. 

“You can open your eyes now,” Jon whispered. 

You opened your eyes. Jon had driven you to a vantage point overlooking the city from a rural location. The view of the city at dusk was vibrant hues of red/orange through a smoky/hazy sky. It looked like a dream. You caught yourself for a second, almost forgetting your horniness. It was such a beautiful view. Jon watched your eyes light up and smiled as you took in the view.

“You like it?” Jon inquired. 

“Yeah! It’s beautiful. Been awhile since we got out of the city and saw anything like this. Wow,” you admitted, awestruck. You peered out the car windows to check out the rest of your surroundings. Jon had driven you to what looked like an abandoned rural park. There were old benches and a dilapidated swing set and kid’s slide off in the distance. But the park, as a whole, looked so overgrown with weeds/shrubs and foliage, you could tell no one had been there for a long time. 

“Whoa..it’s like.. A ghost park!” you remarked. 

“Yeah, haha… that was what I was browsing when you came into the kitchen earlier. I didn’t want you to know,” Jon admitted in a sly voice while grinning wider and playing with his hair. 

“I wanted to take you somewhere with a great view… but definitely not some tourist spot. Lotta those were closed anyway…. I also wanted to pick something where we don't risk….  getting caught,” Jon said in a naughty voice.

You looked back at him with a huge smile, shaking your head and LOVING the way he thinks. 

“I did a bunch of research on really fucking rural, out of the way spots….” Jon explained. You were somewhat dumbfounded. You LOVED his naughty surprise. You weren’t sure what to do first. Take in the view and just cuddle him across the seat divider, or TOSS yourself at him. His face looked so sweet, you just went with your first instinct. You thanked him and went in for a kiss. 

“Thank you baby, you’re the best,” you whispered before stroking his face and leaning across the seat divider as Jon leaned across to kiss you back. The two of you shared a slow, sweet kiss as Jon gently gripped the side of your neck, caressing it with his hand while kissing you. As you slowly stopped kissing, Jon cleared his throat again. He was clearly trying to compose himself. He had more tricks up his sleeve. 

“Wait right here,” Jon said, excitedly. He quickly got out of the driver’s side and walked back behind the car, popping the trunk and unloading some things he had secretly packed the car with earlier. He came back and started filling the backseat with some items he had stashed. There were two pillows, a big blanket, and a cooler. You were PRETTY sure what the bed supplies were for, but curious about the cooler. Jon saw your eyes move towards the cooler. He looked at you, smiling, before opening the cooler lid and showing you what was inside. 

“Um.. it’s just snacks and shit….Ha- uhhm…. I didn’t wanna drive you all the way out here to do …. stuff… and, um.. Not even bring SNACKS…HA.. I figured we might want them eventually...” Jonathan explained through giddy/sexually excited laughter. 

You saw several sodas/energy drinks, some water bottles, sandwiches and bags of chips/cookies. You cracked up. Your hand went to your mouth as you shook your head more, LOVING the way he thinks. The two of you just got quiet while smiling. You looked all around ... unsure what to do first. 

The view on the smoggy sunset hillside and the ethereal look of the abandoned park at sundown honestly was beautiful. You truly needed a moment to just take it all in before you and he launched into anything “more.” You got out of the passenger side and Jon set the cooler on the ground by the car, stepping towards you. He came up behind you and caressed your waist, pulling you into his arms. You held his arms as they wrapped around you and the two of you stared at the view for a minute. Jon leaned down towards your face from behind, giving you a soft/wet kiss on the cheek and whispering into your ear. “Happy birthday, baby,” Jon said softly. 

You couldn’t resist turning around and proffering your face for another big kiss. Your height difference made it difficult. You reached up towards his shoulders and prompted him to lean down. He bent down and kissed you, moaning and squishing you against him. 

You were still so turned on from the “wild ride” up to the destination. Again, you pressed against him harder. You felt so in love with him at this moment. Smelling him, kissing him and breathing harder as his hand stroked and gently squeezed your neck. You grew weak in his arms while he moved his mouth to your neck, leaving wet kisses as he gripped your ass and slipped a hand more into it between your cheeks. He gently pushed you against the side of the car as the two of you continued to make out. 

The smell of the nature around the two of you was intoxicating also. Smelling the mix of smog and beautiful springtime flowers/weeds in this overgrown natural park/garden was intoxicating. Smelling it WHILE getting seduced by him was even more overwhelming. Jon’s hands moved up to the small of your back. He had you feeling like you and he were a couple of teenagers, making out and getting ready to fuck out in this beautiful, rural spot. Jon picked you up around the hips while kissing you harder. You just closed your eyes. You trusted him to carry you to whatever spot was best for fucking… and you got increasingly lost in his kiss. 

You opened your legs more, draping them on either side of his torso. He set you down on the hood of the car while continuing to massage his tongue against yours. As you whimpered a little, your hands began reaching into his shirt, sliding against his belly. You felt him tense up a little. He kept kissing you, but his hands began to shake. You caressed his belly more and started to playfully lift his shirt up once again. He tensed up hard and pulled away from you.

Again, you were SO confused. Jon had a giddy/nervous look on his face, pulling his shirt down and taking a few steps away from where he had been pressed between your open legs. 

“What’s with you, Jon? Isn’t THAT why we drove me up here?” you asked.

“Ummm… that’s only PART of the reason I brought you up here,” Jon explained, rubbing his neck and smiling nervously. He paused, staring down at your lap. He couldn’t help but lose his train of thought, gazing at the gorgeous view of your panties/pussy under the sundress. You were still sitting on the car hood, legs open, waiting for him. You slowly closed your legs and pushed your dress down, allowing him a chance to “collect himself” and refocus. 

Jon let out some more giddy laughter, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. Eventually he spoke. 

“So…. there was a reason I hadn’t been letting you.. Um.. touch me. There was a reason I didn’t shower with you or … let you see me naked earlier,” Jon admitted in an apologetic/nervous voice. You were totally lost and curious. What was the reason? 

“Why?” you demanded. 

“Well… it would have spoiled one of your other birthday presents,” Jon said, cracking a huge smile. Staring at him, you had no idea what he meant. He playfully beckoned to you, inviting you to come stand next to him. You slowly slid off the hood of the car and took careful steps towards him. He had a beaming smile, grinning at you and still looking very nervous. 

You stood up close next to him. 

“I didn’t want you to lift my shirt up for a reason,” Jon admitted in a soft/sweet voice. 

You locked eyes with him, baffled.

“But you can now …. If you want,” Jon whispered as he looked down at his shirt and belly. Curious and excited, you gingerly lifted his shirt to look at his belly. At first you were totally lost. What were you supposed to notice? Jon looked at you with a goofy smile, waiting for you to notice. 

It took you a minute but you saw he had a new tattoo towards the right side of his lower tummy. It was your name, tattooed in a beautiful, elaborate font. The font made each letter of your name appear carefully woven into a pattern of small leaves. Your name was etched onto him like a miniature garden on his belly. It took your breath away. You couldn’t believe he had done this for you. He has plenty of tattoos, several for family/loves who hold great meaning to him. But you honestly never expected he would get one for you. It was beyond beautiful. 

“Oh my god….. Jon….” you whispered, holding back tears. 

“You like it?” Jon asked, nervously. 

You looked up at his eyes. He looked giddy and nervous, almost afraid of your reaction. The two of you had spent plenty of time together. You had LIVED together for a while even. But you STILL didn’t know exactly how much significance you held for him. At that moment, it became clear. You felt tears rising in your eyes. Tears of happiness…. But still.. Tears. Jon’s smile faded as he realized how profound your reaction was. 

“Oh! Hun? No! ... don’t cry,” Jon said softly. He pulled you against him in a huge hug, unsure what else to do. You tried to suppress your happy/surprised tears as you held him…. 

“I love you! I couldn’t think how else better to show you,” Jon whispered as he held you. 

“I love you too Jon….. I love you forever,” you admitted as you pressed your face into his chest and held him tight. 

“I love you forever too, girl,” Jon replied softly. “That’s why I did it,” he explained in a soothing voice. 

“I just want you to have a good birthday for once, mmkay?” Jon asked. 

“Oh … believe me.. I am. Thank you for everything,” you replied. 

Jon slowly let you out of the embrace and gave you a warm smile and grin. 

“You’re welcome, baby. Like I said. LEAST I could fuckin do,” he said through chuckles, trying to lighten the mood a little. He was so happy you reacted well to the tattoo. He truly didn’t know what YOU would think of him taking that step and putting your name on him either. Jon was fairly certain you adored him… but he’d kept the depth of how he felt about you somewhat secret until now. 

Naturally, you wanted to look at the tattoo more. Teasingly, you lifted his shirt back up as he happily looked down at you as you stared at the artwork. 

“It’s beautiful. Why did you decide to put me THERE?” you asked, curious. 

“Uhm… ha… it’s funny you should ask. I’ve had a nervous fucking stomach most of my life. Puked a LOT. Especially when stressed out… or before shows or… when I was depressed….pissed…all that. Since I knew you… that’s been happening a lot less. My stomach’s kinda…. healed a bit,” Jon admitted. “So…. I thought it’s a good place to put you,” Jon explained, softly. You looked back up at his face, once again overwhelmed. You were touched. 

Jon cracked a naughtier smile and added: “AND …um.. You seem to really… enjoy that part of my body,” he added, chuckling a deep, sexy chuckle. You let out some naughty laughter also. It was very true. You LOVED touching/caressing his belly. It always tended to be your segway before moving your hands lower on his body. The two of you laughed together, starting to feel more aroused again. The light was getting lower as the sun dimmed on the horizon. Some light breeze began and it was surprisingly chilly. It had been a fairly warm evening but it was starting to get cold. As the wind hit the two of you, you shivered a little. 

Jon saw this and pulled you against his body again. The two of you held each other as you felt his body warmth heating you up. You definitely wanted to “pick up where you left off” on the drive up this hill. Looking up at his face as some wind blew the scraggly bits of hair at the tip of his scalp, you whispered “let’s get back in the car.” Jon’s eyes grew sultry and wanton, and he silently nodded. He took your hand and the two of you speed walked towards the back seat and climbed in together. Sitting side by side, Jon pulled the blanket over the two of you in the spacious back seat. Jon placed a pillow on either side of the two of you behind your backs. 

You shivered a little as you got comfortable against him, hearing the wind picking up and howling around the car windows. Feeling a mix of love and horniness for him after all his gestures, you just took it all in. 

“You okay, hun?” Jon asked, reaching his arm across your shoulder. 

“Yeah, definitely okay. More than okay,” you said quietly. You just wanted to touch him now. He looked at you with a relieved, slowly forming a warm smile. 

Jon looked relieved and draped his other hand over your legs, his warm hand rubbing your cold thighs. 

Jon went in for a kiss, gently opening his mouth against yours and rubbing his hand more seductively on your upper thighs. He began holding you closer, pulling your thighs more across his legs. He went slow. This wasn’t meant to be a quick hillside fuck. Jon planned to take his time on you out here. Gradually kissing and moving his hand between your legs, he rubbed your pussy and warmed you back up until you were more than ready to get into it. You leaned yourself up on the car seat as Jon helped bring your knees up and face him. He opened your legs and reached his hands up on either side of your hips under your dress, tracing around your panties. 

Slowly pulling them off and down your legs, he took in the gorgeous view of your naked pussy under your short dress. Starting to feel a lot “warmer” now, you took your little jacket off as well. Jon slowly crawled up against you, gently crushing you against the pillow and passenger side door. Your pussy had already been wet. You’d wanted him at home. You’d wanted him on the way up this hill. But paired with his other gifts to you…. Now you REALLY wanted him. Finding your clit perked up and your pussy slick, he cracked a huge grin. 

“Already feeling pretty good, huh?” Jon teased. You laughed and nodded, reaching out to stroke his facial hair. He easily slid two fingers back into you while french kissing you and pushing himself harder against you. The sun was getting lower on the horizon. Both of you kind of “felt your way” around each other’s bodies in the twilight. Not as comfy as a bed but the seats were soft and the lack of space in the car made it almost hotter than fucking in a proper place. 

The two of you had to get even closer/more creative shifting arms and legs around so you could prepare to fuck each other. Jon slid his fingers in and out, pushing/massaging up against the roof of your pussy. He had you going HARD. His massage inside you felt incredible and you wrapped a leg against him as he pressed his other hand against the passenger door for balance. The two of you continued like this for a bit until he started moaning more. You were more than ready to let him to fuck you. Stroking his gorgeous stomach and reaching down towards his belt buckle, you pushed yourself upward in the seat a little and started trying to get his pants undone. 

“Shhh… slow down hun,” Jon cooed. “I wanna taste you first,” Jon whispered. 

“FUCK,” you thought to yourself. You were already ready to cum, but Jon clearly intended to take his time on you up on this hill. “Honestly I’m so close to cumming, Jon,” you admitted, laughing. “You don’t have to hahah, we can just fuck” you continued, extremely aroused. 

“I want to, baby,” Jon said softly, lifting your dress up more and stroking your lower stomach and pussy as he slid down the seat and knelt his knees on the floor, crouching against your open legs. As your thighs trembled in anticipation, Jon stroked your stomach and teased your pussy, breathing against it and giving it gentle kisses. “Oh fuck,” you whispered, shutting your eyes. 

Jon began licking your clit and pressing two fingers back inside you, massaging your pussy more while continuing to stroke your lower stomach with his free hand. It was beyond blissful, leaving you gasping. He continued like this, giving your clit and pussy an unrelenting/intense massage with his fingers and tongue. “FUCK…. I’m gonna cum….Seriously Jon!!! I wanna …ugahhhhh” (your words caught in your throat as Jon simply continued as he if didn’t hear your words.) “You.. y,.. Ahhhh… you can just fuck me now!!” you pleaded. Jon slowly pulled his head out from between your legs, though he continued massaging the inside your pussy while he spoke. “Just cum for me, baby. I’ll still fuck you after.. You can cum more than once … we’ve got time,” Jon suggested in a naughty voice. 

You cracked up through whimpers/moans. That’s a good idea. Why were you so braindead you couldn’t have thought of that? You laughed and whispered, “fuck… ok then …. Ha….” and threw your head back, shutting your eyes and letting him continue. He pushed his fingers more firmly into you, massaging your pussy hard while licking all around it. He alternated flicking his tongue against your clit with licking/sucking on the inner lips of your pussy. 

“Ahhhhh, you’re gonna make me cum!” you squealed. Jon didn’t say anything. He just squeezed one of your thighs harder, getting ready to feel it. He pressed his head more firmly against your pussy and sped the pace of the firm massage with his fingers. Your legs started to shake hard. He flicked and twitched his tongue more aggressively against your clit with his head pressed hard into your open legs. With his free hand he gripped one of your hips firmly in place as you wriggled around. Jon was so good at oral, the sensation would get a bit overwhelming and make your clit almost ache as you got close to an orgasm. You would always start bucking your hips too much. He knew this, so he would always grip one of your hips and hold it firmly in place whenever he brought you off this way. 

 ou gasped as your orgasm overtook you. Instinctively, you arched your back up against his face/fingers as you came. Letting out a very loud moan, you felt tremendous relaxation/pleasure wash over you as you had your “first” orgasm in the car. Jon let out some muffled moans/heavy breathing from between your legs as he felt you cum on his face. Your pussy kept spasming and your clit vibrated/ached from the sensation overload and you just KEPT cumming. 

You had finished so hard, a bit of squirt escaped against Jon’s fingers and facial hair. He just continued licking your pussy and letting you ride his face as you finished cumming. Slowly, you stopped moaning and shaking. You slumped your weak thighs on either side of Jon’s shoulders. Hearing the wind howl around the car as things grew quiet, Jon slowly slumped his head against your inner thigh, breathing heavily. Feeling the intensity of your orgasm had his dick aching with the need to fuck. He didn’t just like pleasing you, it also turned him on incredibly. The whole time he’d been down on you, he’d been WISHING he could just fuck you. His cock had been so hard for so long it was growing quite painful. But he was determined to finish you off before losing his composure and just fucking you. It was your birthday after all. 

He loved when you came hard enough to squirt, and he LOVED knowing what he’d just done for you. You opened your hazy eyes to look down at him as you weakly muttered some thanks. Jon chuckled and gave you a wicked grin, continuing to stroke and mop clean some of his facial hair that you’d wetted. “Oh fuck… uh… sorry Jon,” you said, realizing you must have just squirted on his face. 

“Shit, don’t be sorry. Ha.. uh…It’s a compliment. Guess I did good?” Jon teasingly questioned while giving you his dirtiest facial expression. You groaned and mumbled “mmm-hmmm,” with your voice breaking. Jon gently stroked the top of your pussy with his hand and finished wiping his wet facial hair with the other. You slowly recovered, crawling your way back into a sitting position on the seat and lowering your sundress with Jon’s help. He sat next to you and let you relax against his chest. He groaned, dick sore, trying to not be impatient and just pin you down and fuck you. You were rather spent and elated from that powerful orgasm.

Jon winced while uncomfortably shifting around in his seat. He was feeling unpleasantly full and desperate to relieve his dick. He’d had to deny you for sex back at home because the stomach tattoo would have revealed the surprise. But he’d been horny since he rounded the corner of the bedroom earlier, the first time you offered yourself up on the bed. He’d been quite horny on the drive, watching your reactions and getting you off on the ride up. He’d been INCREDIBLY horny when he had you propped up on the car hood. He’d been ready to BUST the whole time he was down on you. You could hear his raspy, frustrated breathing and groans. Gradually, you lifted your head from where it had been lulled against him. He was wincing and you realized just how tense he was. 

Exchanging glances with him, he looked almost woozy. Then you glanced down at his pants, noticing his raging erection fighting hard against the zipper.

 “Oh wow…” you laughed. 

“Yeah…I um… ughhh…” Jon muttered, unable to say much. You gave him a huge grin and wordlessly climbed atop his lap. Your pussy was still exposed under your dress. You straddled his lap and hungrily kissed him while he let you take control. While kissing him, you reached down to undo his belt and pants zipper. He grunted and reached down, helping you undo it.  You kept your thighs raised up on either side of his lap, hovering over him. Once his fly was down, you pushed your hand into his boxers and gripped his dick. He let out a gasp as you freed his cock out from his boxer flap. It sprang out, all the way up. Jon gripped the base of his cock, gasping for air and waiting to feel you slide onto his lap. You lowered your pussy back down onto his dick and braced yourself against his shoulders as he gripped you around the waist. 

He sighed and then inhaled a huge breath as he entered you. It felt indescribably good to him. You started riding his lap fast and firmly. His whimpers immediately got more desperate. You tightened/flexed your hips up and down against him in delicious writhing movements. Jon moaned louder while gripping you hard around the hips, helping you ride his lap. He was already so close. He wanted you to come again but he was on the verge of losing it. Growing weak, he just held onto you as you aggressively fucked him. The oral he gave you had turned you on so much, you just wanted him to relax and not have to “do all the work.” You just rode his lap faster and harder.  

Jon was sweating in copious amounts, trying to restrain himself from coming too quickly. But you were getting him off too much. His orgasm hit him without warning with a few minutes of your rampant movements atop him. He winced and grit his teeth as he gave in to unbelievable relief. “UghhAAhhhh.. Nu-agghh!!!!” Jon stammered as he came inside you. He grabbed you in a tight hug while losing control and filling you. He gasped and winced, overtaken by feeling WAY too good. Jon usually had it in him to pace himself more. But he had been so full, all it took was that minute or two riding his lap before he had to let go. He kept busting HARD, digging his nails into your back. You returned his embrace as he came, gently gripping his wet hair and wordlessly holding him. As he got done whimpering and whining, you could hear the wind around the car again as you both exhaled and relaxed. 

“Fuck!” Jon yelped, blushing. “Um…. sorry…. You felt a little too good, baby,” Jon continued, apologetically. 

“It’s ok,” you said, stroking his hair and slowly sliding your pussy off his dripping dick. You had no idea what to clean up with. Some things about this drive had not been thought through. 

“.....We made a mess,” Jon admitted, giggling nervously and feeling more embarrassed. You shifted around on his lap, realizing your inner thighs were getting wet from the cum dripping out of you. The two of you just laughed for a second, confused as to what to do next. There was almost no light in the car, and limited options for how to handle this “mess.” You felt around next to where you still sat, straddling Jonathan’s lap. Your hands felt some cloth and you realized it was your panties, still next to the two of you on the car seat. Leaning across Jon’s lap as far as you could without losing your balance, you grabbed them. 

“Just use these,” you said while offering him your panties and laughing more.  

Jon shook his head, wiping sweat off his forehead and mopping his wet, sweaty beard. 

“Umm… are you sure?” Jon asked. 

“Yeah. It’s fine baby. I don’t need them for the rest of our time up here,” you said in a naughty voice. Jon let out a dark chuckle. You handed him your panties and he started cleaning up his lap and leaking dick until he was dry enough to put his cock away and relax in the seat. You wiped down your inner thighs. 

Jon groaned sleepily, a dazed expression on his face. The two of you were groggy and feeling pretty damn satisfied. Jon slowly reached up and covered the two of you with a blanket. The two of you placed the pillows more comfortably on either side of you and just held each other sleepily, hearing crickets and wind around the car. Nothing needed to be said. At home, the light from device screens and interior home light made it easy to stay awake long after dark and into the night. But out here in nature, the adrenaline/release of cumming mixed with the peaceful, dark night had the two of you falling asleep. In short order, you were both slumped against each other on the seats, passed out asleep. The two of you remained that way for many hours into the night. 

Sometime in the middle of the night, you woke slightly, realizing your neck and shoulders were sore from the slumped position you were in against Jon’s body. You started groaning, remembering where you were. The wind outside had picked up even more and you heard light raindrops hitting the roof of the car and smacking against the car windows. The inside of the car was still fairly warm though, and you were still warm under the blanket with Jon. The windows were still fogged from the body warmth the two of you had generated in there. 

Your wriggling around as you rubbed your neck and shoulders woke Jon. He made some soft humming/groaning noises as he woke up. The two of you could barely see anything, but you gradually oriented yourselves and touched each other in the dark, laughing softly as you realized the context of how you wound up in this configuration. 

“Doin’ ok, hun?” Jon whispered. “Yeah haha, my neck’s kinda sore.. But ok.. Definitely. Can’t see shit though,” you said, trying to feel for his face in the dark. 

“Ha.. um.. Hang on a sec,” Jon said as he fumbled around the car seats and looked for his phone in the cupholder between the two front seats. Flipping his phone flashlight on, light shown in the car and Jon moved the beam around as he crawled back into the back seat with you and relaxed more. 

“What time is it?” you inquired. 

“Hmmm… 1am,” Jon said, rubbing his forehead and shaking his head with a grin. 

“Damn, haha…..we must have been DONE for,” you said. 

“Yeah, haha…. Do you- wanna just head back now, or?” Jon asked. 

You thought for a second, taking in the peaceful ambiance up on the hill with the rain/wind sounds outside the car.

“Um… not really. I’m down to stay out here a bit longer… unless YOU wanna head back,” you admitted. 

“Nah, I’m down to stay out here too,” Jon said softly. The two of you moaned/giggled quietly for a moment. You were both still very sleepy and disoriented though. 

“I’m kind of hungry though,” you admitted. 

“Yeah…. Me too haha…” Jon said as he looked around the car with the flashlight trying to spot the cooler. 

Where the hell was it? Both of you were baffled for a minute. Jon slowly smacked his forehead, shaking his head, as he had the epiphany of where the cooler actually was. He wordlessly hopped out of the car and brought the cooler back inside the vehicle. It was STILL outside the car from when he set it on the ground earlier before the two of you got “carried away.” You and Jon laughed more, realizing how silly it was. It had DEFINITELY “slipped your mind.” Luckily the food was still in-tact and the sodas/drinks were fairly cool. 

Wordlessly and sleepily, the two of you ate some food together and gradually woke up.  

“Havin’ a good birthday?” Jon teased while finishing his sandwich.

“Ha, definitely the best birthday ever,” you replied, stting with your legs crossed, the blanket covering your lap, trying to warm up your legs. You still had no panties on and definitely weren’t about to put the ones you two “used” back on yourself. As the two of you recovered and felt more awake/alert, you and Jon were both massaging your sore necks/shoulders. Falling asleep in the car wasn’t the best decision. The view out the car windows was nonetheless beautiful. There was still the distant city light, some moonlight and some visible stars between batches of clouds/rain. 

“So, you wanna just stay up here till the sun comes up or something?” Jon asked. 

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you replied sleepily, taking in the ambiance. 

“Ok hun, sounds good to me too. Lemme try to get this fucking car more comfy then….” Jon said as he shifted around against the backseats. 

“Scoot forward for a sec,” Jon warned. You sat forward in the seat as he pulled a little lever on the back seats and got them to recline all the way back. The back seats converted into a fully reclined position to form a mini couch/bed in the spacious back of the hatchback, similar to a travel sedan layout. Jon chucked the pillows up at the top by the reclined headrests. The two of you slowly/carefully lay back against the soft, cushiony reclined seats. Jon opened the sunroof so the two of you could stare up at the sky as the clouds slowly covered/uncovered the moon. 

It was damn peaceful and you just got comfy against his chest again. He wrapped an arm behind your neck and pulled you close. The two of you took it in for a while while saying nothing. You just listened to him breathe and felt peaceful. After some time had passed, Jon couldn’t resist. He was pleased to know he’d made your day this much. His mind began replaying the “fun” you had earlier and he wanted more of you. He shifted around, moving his body to face you. He kissed your cheek and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you tighter against him. You turned your body to face him more against the seats. 

Jon spent some time kissing and feeling you up. He reached up under your dress and squeezed your breast. You moved one of your thighs across his lap and wrapped it around his lower body. In the dark, Jon fumbled around trying to find the buttons on the cleavage portion of your short dress. You reached a hand up to help him unbutton them and free your breasts so he could play with them more. He pressed his crotch harder against you while playing with your breasts. He slipped his other back back between your thighs and started rubbing your pussy again. 

The two of you continued like this for some time as he reopened your pussy with his fingers and continued gently squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples. You whined more and moved a hand down to his pants to rub his dick. The two of you lay side by side as you felt your way around his pants buckle and zipper. Jon slid his pants and boxers down his legs while staying reclined next to you…. Taking a moment to push them down his knees and off his feet. Your breasts were out and your pussy was exposed so there was really no need for you to take the skimpy dress off. Jon left his t-shirt on and carefully crawled on top of you. 

You gladly spread your legs for him and felt his warm dick begin to poke against your thigh in the dark. Jon took some time licking, sucking and gently biting on your exposed breasts while you had your legs parted in anticipation. He just knelt between your inviting thighs and let your pussy get increasingly wet, teasing your breasts. Your pussy dripped as your nippled got more erect from the sensation of Jon taking them into his mouth like this. You cradled the back of his head and stroked the back of his hair. 

The two of you could NOT see what the hell you were doing in the dark so you both fumbled around in the confined space as you found a comfortable position to start fucking in. You heard Jon lick his fingers and palm a bit before feeling him press it to your pussy opening for a bit of extra lubrication. You sighed and gripped his hair as he massaged and teased your entrance. Even though he had cum hard earlier, he was already extremely aroused again. Happy to be able to “take his time” this time around. You felt his weight press atop as he braced himself against the seat and slowly slid his dick back into you. The two of you stayed somewhat quiet at first, just moaning and sighing. You were both still a bit sleepy, but this felt amazing. Fucking in the middle of the night in this ghost park. 

Jon cradled the back of your head and let out lots of soft grunts as he took slow pumps into you.  Feeling his belly pressed against yours as you fucked… you remembered the gorgeous tattoo he now has on that belly of his. You smiled in the dark and held him tighter as he pushed deeper into you. The two of you fucked for a good long time before getting carried away. Jon was determined to let you cum first. Even as his cock began to ache with the need to release, he kept fucking you at a slower pace so he didn’t “lose it” again. As you got closer, you felt around searching for Jonathan’s face in the dark. Finding his face, you pulled the back of his head down towards your face, inviting him to kiss you. Bracing himself against your body with his shoulder, he leaned down towards your lips while fucking you faster. The two of you exchanged a wet, open mouth kiss. His tongue massaged against yours as he picked up speed, desperate to feel you cum.

He writhed his hips more firmly against you, taking long, deep, hard pumps. Your noises grew far louder, as did his.  Being in a somewhat cold car, under a warm blanket with you, pushed between your warm thighs and feeling your slick pussy grip around, Jon’s dick was throbbing badly. The two of you were losing control. Both of your moans were turning into screams. You gulped a little, trying to suppress your noise. Jon spoke: 

“It’s ok baby. Scream for me…. No one’s gonna hear us,” he said through grunts and pumps. 

You gladly did as he said, getting as loud as you wanted. Hearing you get this loud always drives Jon wild. He could hardly stand this anymore. Your pussy started quivering and pulsating. As Jon felt this he started grunt/screaming and pumping harder and faster into you. You could feel the car shaking/rocking a bit as he fucked you this hard. You LOVED the feeling of getting fucked so aggressively in the car. You yelped and screamed “guh-ahhhh… HARDER!!” 

Jon whimpered. He was about to blow, hearing you beg to get fucked EVEN more roughly. He inhaled a raspy, labored breath while doing as you said and fucking you even greater intensity. 

As soon as he started fucking you more roughly against the seat, your orgasm hit. You were too lost to tell him you were cumming. You just screamed louder and arched your back up against his hard dick while gripping his dreads and gasping for breath. Jon couldn’t take it anymore. He let out a grunt/scream as the contents of his dick spurt into you as his hips twitched and jerked. The two of you let out loud, unrestrained noises as you came together for a long time. You kept arching your pussy/back up against his dick, riding your climax. He kept squirting jets of cum inside you until he was completely and blissfully empty. 

Breathing hard, the two of you slumped against each other, going limp. 

“Fuck Jon… I came so hard,” you admitted. 

“You DID? Guhhh…. Fff… thank god… I thought maybe I … let you down again, if you know what I mean,” Jon said in a naughty voice while laughing. 

“Fuck no… haha.. You have NOT let me down,” you replied in an equally naughty voice.

 The two of you had both come so intensely there was pretty much nothing left to say. You and he kicked the blanket off as you were both hot and sweaty. Jon grabbed his phone flashlight and located his pants and boxers, struggling to get them back on. You didn’t bother with the buttons on your dress. You just lay on the seat, lethargic and satisfied. The windows were completely fogged now and you couldn’t see anything outside the car. You just heard the gentle rain and wind as you and he grew quiet. Resting his head against the pillows, Jon slumped back down next to you, holding your hip and facing you. You let out some soft, relaxed whimpers as you were falling asleep again. You felt Jon lean forward against the seat and give you a wet kiss on the forehead. You could feel how sweaty his whole face was. “Happy birthday, sweetie,” Jon whispered. The two of you fell asleep again. 

Sometime around dawn, you opened your exhausted eyes to the sensation of rumbling and early morning light. It took you a moment to orient yourself once again and realize you were still in the car. You had been asleep, sideways on the passenger seat. Jon had left a blanket over you. He hadn’t wanted to wake you but he figured it’s best to drive back home before the car risks getting noticed. He was quietly driving the two of you back. As you remembered everything that transpired yesterday/during the night, you felt blissful all over again. Briefly, you thought of letting Jon know you were awake and coming to sit up front with him. All you could see was his matted hair from behind as he sat driving the car. But you decided to just relax back against the seat. You WERE quite tired and blissed out. You just pulled the blanket more over you and let him drive the two of you home. 

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Bodega Dreams

Miles Morales x Fem Reader

Summary: You and Miles Morales from Earth 42 are in a serious relationship. You have a feeling that Miles may keep something from you. Your friends reassure you that you're over thinking. Although reserved and quiet, Miles isn't capable of anything criminal. You conclude that you're projecting your anxiety onto the relationship because of the book you're reading in class: Bodega Dreams. The truth will come out, whether it being thoughtfully or forcefully is soon to be revealed.

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It was a typical morning. You woke up and sat up in bed and pulled your phone off the charger and checked your emails. Other than junk mail and a few reminder emails from canvas, there wasn't much to look at. You pulled your hair into a bun before leaning over the bed to give Miles a few pecks on the cheek. Like always, he didn't even flinch. As you kissed him, you could taste the metallic on your lips. Pulling back gently, you saw a healing gash above his eyebrow and a hint of a green bruise under his eye. Your brow furrowed and a couple of questions popped into your mind that you quickly pushed to the side. Even if you were curious about where and when that happened, it wasn't like you were going to wake him up out of dead sleep to ask him. Not to mention how busy your day was going to be. 

You had an English final, then had to go to work directly from school; you work at the daycare of a Hot Yoga studio. Most of the moms were young and entitled. They considered the crumpled-up 20s at the bottom of their purses to be pocket change. You couldn't complain about them too much though because those 20s became your tips more often than not. You grabbed the dirty laundry around their room and walked it over to the washer; after starting a loud, you make your way into the kitchen to start breakfast. You grabbed the carton of eggs from the fridge and started cracking them into a glass bowl. Hearing bare feet sliding against the wood floors, you greet the only person it could have been.

"Good morning, babe, hungry?" you asked while stirring the scrambled eggs. 

"Why are you up so early?" he mumbled into your shoulder, wrapping his long arms around your waist. 

"Really busy day, school and work right after." you said, turning the burner off. He groaned playfully at the thought of you being gone all day. You set the pan on the back burner and turned around to face him. For a second you thought about asking him about the wound above his eye. You ignored this and grabbed his braids, pulling them to sit on his shoulders. 

"Are you coming to school with me today?" you asked looking up at him, knowing there was a considerable chance that the answer would be no. 

"My teachers are fine with it as long as I turn my work in on time. As long as I maintain my grades, I feel like perfect attendance is a nonfactor." he said, tucking a curl behind your ear. 

"I know, I'm not saying you need to be going more because you're not doing well; not at all, you have a better grade in history than me right now," you laughed before continuing, "Now that I work and everything with school.. I don't know; there are sometimes when I'm eating lunch I just wish we could spend that time together. Especially when I get home at 10 pm and you're gone for work." you said taking a cooled-down piece of egg and walking over to your hamster enclosure. 

"Alright I get it, I'll come with you today but I have to leave after lunch. I told Uncle Aaron I would go down to the warehouse and help him fix the computer system," he said, walking over to you and pulling you into a reassuring hug. You rubbed your hands down his and noticed more bruising on his forearms. 

"What are these from?" you asked, rubbing your index finger over them. 

"Carrying heavy loads of boxes from the shipment trucks into the warehouse." he said kissing the top of your head before going back into the kitchen. After you gave Peaches a bit of egg you walked over to the table where Miles had made a plate for you. 

"Have you done the reading for Bodega Dreams? My English final today is going to be a question-and-response essay. It isn't open book but we can bring a sheet of notes so I'm pretty sure I'm gonna ace it." You said this made Miles laugh. 

"You read that book cover to cover, even if you didn't have notes I think you'd still nail it." he said, starting to eat his eggs. You smile and pour yourself a cup of coffee. 

~ 

School went by fast and not in a good way where the day feels easy. More like so many assignments and tests that you feel like your eyes could fall out of your head. Luckily for you, the only class you had left was English. You studied for so long that you weren't really nervous anymore. When you walked in, the big red marker on the whiteboard was the first thing you noticed. It read: Was Willie Bodega morally wrong for selling drugs even though he was using the money to support his community? You took your seat and pulled out your laptop and waited for further instructions. 

Miles didn't end up going to school. Uncle Aaron called him in early because the computer systems went from slow to usable. Even though you were disappointed you understood, he didn't want to lose business. He promised to be home for dinner though, which was rare these days. 

"Alright, good morning. I know I've been preparing you guys for a question-and-response essay. However, today is the last day before Thanksgiving break and I want to grade all your papers over the weekend about the same way you want to write a 6 paragraph essay; not at all. So we will be having a class discussion." The class all started the chatter in excitement, moving around to sit next to their friends. You were a little disappointed that you studied and prepared for an essay but was happy that you didn't have to stress anymore. You pulled out a pen and paper and prepared for the discussion.

"So.. question is on the board. Was Willie Bodega morally wrong for selling drugs even though he was using the money to support his community?" she read aloud, waiting for a student to raise their hand. 

"Well yeah, even if he was using the money to support people and the community it is still wrong to sell to people in the community. What if he sold to the people who are recovering, addicts who moved to the neighborhood to escape drugs? What about the young men of his community? Does he put a risk to disburse those drugs? Or the children of the people who buy from him?" The entire class whipped their heads around to see who was speaking. Just as fast as they looked, they looked away as someone contradicted that statement, 

"I don't know about that, what about the families who aren't buying drugs? Families that could have just immigrated there are trying to get their footing; Bodega helps them with everything from shoes to housing and those people aren't doing any drugs. They're just trying to make an honest living. Bodega went to school, and legally owns a lot of the community AND doesn't jack up the rent to keep low-income families out of the area." 

"Yeah, Bodega tried to go to city hall and do it the right way. They ignored and mocked him, he has every right to take matters into his own hands. It's not like he's hurting anyone other than the people buying the drugs. I know two wrongs don't make a right but if those people want drugs they go seek them out, even if it's not from Bodega." 

"I think it's weird that nobody is asking if the government is morally wrong. Willie tried to do it the right way, by filling out the proper paperwork and trying to arrange meetings to help the people of the community; they snubbed him and his pleads. That was city hall's way of saying: help yourself because we have better things to do. So.. that's what he did. He used his resources and not only helped himself but also helped his community. Yes, selling drugs is illegal, we all know that so we try to condemn Willie for breaking such a regulated law. But if he was some famous rapper you all would be like: 'he did what he needed to do to pull his family out of poverty' or 'Oh my god how inspiring that he went from selling drugs to records' I can guarantee you so many of the lawmakers that ignored him have done plenty of dirt to get where they are today. So let's not come down so hard on Willie for something we praised celebrities for doing on the daily." You said looking directly at the girl who five minutes before said 'Poverty isn't an excuse to sell drugs'. You hoped that your stare would burn her already fried hair off. 

"Very well said Y|N, very mindful to be asking the same questions about the people who forced Bodega's hand on alternative ways of helping his community. I think we've just about-" Mrs.Lawrence was interrupted by the bell ringing, 

"We'll finish this conversation on Monday, everyone has a good weekend, and be kind!" She said, dismissing the class. You were extremely relieved that this was the final class of the day.

As you walked to the subway from school, you were happy that the day was almost over. Now all you had to worry about was work and of course Miles. You could tell that something was off with him. He was never aggressive with you but you could notice when there was something different in their routine. Ever since Miles' dad died, he started working full time with Uncle Aaron, he changed. You just summed it up to the stress of being the breadwinner of the family. You did work and bought groceries or household necessities like toilet paper, cleaning supplies etc. Miles however was paying most of the rent. He didn't need to but you think it helps him mourn the loss of his father. As if trying to live up to his father and the man he was is replacing some of the dull sadness with him being gone. 

You were grateful that your relationship had only grown stronger since his dad passed. Most relationships you've seen where one spouse is dealing with a loss became combative and bitter. It was scary for you to see him break down the way he did but it was so rewarding to be the one who built him back up. Even though you've only been dating for three and a half years, it felt like you lived a lifetime together. You felt so comfortable and protected with him, it almost scared you how much you relied on him as a sense of security. It scared you thinking about how you felt without him, and maybe that was because they were trauma bonded.

When Miles and you first met it was the beginning of 7th grade. You were still living with your father who was an alcoholic. He drank to suppress the memories of your late mother. This almost made you understand his alcoholism. When you thought of Miles passing, all you could think about was how well alcohol must drown the pain out. Even if it was for a second or two. Miles lived next door, you always walked to the bus stop together. He would give you a sympathetic look when your dad would scream at you from the door. It wasn't until the night your father got arrested that things really changed. 

Your father was just going room to room raging. Incoherent yelling that was so slurred you couldn't tell if he was even mentally there. Two empty Everclear bottles sat on the coffee table across from the couch. He was so intoxicated he thought you were your mother. Things were really starting to escalate, pushing you into the wall or pressing his body so that you were trapped between him and the wall. He grabbed the empty bottle and smashed it against the wall above you. A piece of shard flies at your cheek and cuts you. That was when Miles' dad busted in. He didn't arrest him immediately, he just escorted you out safely and helped you file a police report. You'd been living with Miles and his family ever since.

After you stopped torturing yourself with the memories and anxiety about Miles, you realized you were just one stop away from your work. You looked around to make sure you didn't leave anything on the seats around you before exiting and walking the short 10 minutes to the studio. Once you arrived you immediately went back to the daycare. Before you could even set your stuff down, the morning shift handed you an infant before updating you on the day. Apparently it was quite the day, because the daycare was a mess. Toys everywhere, kids running every which way, snacks on the ground ect. You took a big sigh and started picking up toys and hushing children, gathering them to watch a movie. An hour later your other coworker Miley came in and sat down next to you. 

"You okay girl?" Miley asked, taking the baby from your arms. 

"Yeah I'm just tired, I've been feeling a lot of stress lately," you said.

"I feel you, Michael and I have been bickering lately too." she said referring to her boyfriend. 

"It's not that we're arguing more or anything, I just have a feeling that there is something going on that he isn't telling me," you said. 

"Like he's cheating?" Miley whispered.

"No, I don't think it's romantic or someone else. It's more like there is something that is weighing on his mind. He's been acting the way he normally does right before he rants to me about something bothering him," you paused and wiped a few tears out of your eyes, "I don't know, I'm just worried about him and it's causing me turmoil I guess. I feel like I can't say anything because there really is no specific reason as to why I'm worried. It frustrates me because it's just a gut feeling so I don't want him to think I'm crazy or insecure. Sorry I don't know why i'm crying," you said trying to wipe away your tears without messing up your makeup. 

"Are you okay?" One of the little girls came up to you, setting her little hand on your knee. 

"Yes honey, I'm okay. That was very kind of you to ask," you said laughing after sending her off.

"I'm not trying to minimize your suspicions or feelings but, do you think you might be pregnant? Maybe that's why you're having so much anxiety about Miles?" She asked, this made you truly speechless for a minute. You always had irregular periods so it wasn't abnormal to miss your cycle.

"I hope not," you said standing up and picking up empty paper cups that they used to give the kids juice. 

"Would it be so bad? You're about to graduate highschool and you want to become an elementary school teacher. Miles is making good money," Miley said helping you clean up the tables. 

"Let's just move on. I don't even want to think about any of that," you said finishing up the rest of the shift. 

It was 9:30 and you walked to the store that was across the street picking up some stuff for dinner. Miles' mom was working a double and would be at the hospital overnight. Which meant you were in charge of dinner. You stopped at your local deli and picked up some sandwiches with some other snacks. When walking down the pharmacy aisle the pregnancy test was staring at you like a cheetah catching its prey; like it was shaming you. You picked one up out of curiosity, worse case scenario it comes out positive. Thinking about that was making you feel nauseous, such a stressful situation. It wasn't that you didn't want to be a mother but now just wasn't a good time for you or Miles. You also felt slightly insecure about your pregnancy scare. In the book Bodega Dreams Chino's girlfriend Blanca was also with child. It made you feel like you were projecting this book on to your relationship with Miles. 

After taking an Uber home from the deli, you started digging through your purse to find your keys. Once you finally found them and let yourself inside, you began to put away some of the groceries. Your phone dinged from your purse, you drugged herself to the couch to check the notification. It was a message from Miles that read: on a late delivery, an hour or two late tops. After reading the message you couldn't help but break down a few tears running down your cheeks. You weren't mad or anything, it wasn't like he could control if he needed to work over time. You just were looking forward to seeing him after such a long and hectic day. You just needed that reassurance. You got over it quickly and texted him back that you loved him and not to sorry. 

To take your mind off things you hopped in the shower. The hot water did help relax you, like all the muscles in your body loosened all at once. You sat in the sweltering steam until you felt at risk for passing out. You walked back to the room and laid on the bed in your towel for a while. It wasn't until you laid down that your exhaustion became apparent. You eventually sat up to avoid falling asleep before getting a couple more things done. You didn't want to go to bed with wet hair and you needed to eat, the only thing you ate all day was breakfast. You changed into some sweat pants and a tank top and began blow drying your hair. Sitting up and doing something was taking your mind away from how tired you were. Once you are done, you go to Peaches' enclosure to see if he is awake. You gently move some bedding around until you see the Syrian hamster pop his head out.

You laugh and grab him, taking him back to the bedroom. While you are in the living room you grab your purse. After getting back on to your bed, you rummage through your bag and pull out the pregnancy test. You stared at it for a while, like it was a spider that you were figuring out how to kill. Somehow the anxiety of not knowing was more comforting than having the actual answer. You grab the plastic hamster ball, placing Peaches inside and letting him roam around the room. You walk into the bathroom and rip open the box, unpackaging the test. You quickly follow the directions before exiting the bathroom. 

Even if it was embarrassing you really did hope that this was just a pregnancy scare. That you were so stressed and busy that you were projecting your life onto the book you've been analyzing, studying and breathing for the past 3 months. You were on the bed, taking a video of Peaches rolling around the room. You heard a bang so loud it made the bed feel like it was shaking. Your video ended abruptly, you quickly grabbed your hamster who was equally as scared. He tried scurrying away so fast that his nails weren't giving him any traction, giving the illusion that he was running in place. You stand up and open the door without making a sound. You could immediately hear people talking, well more arguing than conversating. You slowly made your way down the hallway, you were worried that whoever was there would be able to hear your heartbeat. It was the only thing you could hear at this point. 

Once you round the corner, you were shocked by what you saw. Miles tied to a punching bag, Uncle Aaron standing there with his arms crossed. At first you thought Aaron was hurting Miles, until you saw.. him. Your Miles, covered head to toe in The Prowlers gear. The only reason you recognized it was from how many news articles and videos you had looked over. You gasped so loudly that it surprised yourself. All three men in the room whipped their heads to face you. Miles' face immediately went from practically snarling to what you considered normal. I shook you to the core, the facial expression he had when he turned around; before he noticed it was you. He starts to walk over to you but your flight instincts kick in and you bolt back to the bedroom. As you ran down the hall, you could hear the metal pieces of his gear dropping to the ground. Once he got to the room, he was only wearing his street clothes. 

"What the actual fuck Miles," you said running your fingers through your hair. 

"I know, I know. I really didn't mean for you to find out this way," he said, approaching you cautiously. 

"Do you really think that I'm more mad about how I found out than the fact that you're the fucking Prowler? What the fuck," you said begining to cry.  

"i'm sorry. I'm sorry that this is hurting you and that I kept it from you. That- I was wrong for that but, I can't apologize for who I am," he said resting his hand on your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. For a second, you wish you could stay in this moment; the feeling of him comforting you after everything that happened today. Once you processed what he said, you left that moment in the past. 

"Oh so this is who you are. You're nothing more than The prowler? You're not Miles anymore?" you asked rhetorically, taking his hand off your face. 

"I know who I am. I'm the type of person who won't apologize for helping the people I love. I help people who are deemed unworthy of support. I won't apologize for that. 

"Are you gonna apologize for the people you're hurting in the process?" you asked as fat tears rolled down your face.

"I'm sorry that I kept this from you. I'm admitting that I was wrong, and I understand that this is alot to take in. I have to handle this though, please just stay in the room and I'll be back in 30 minutes. We can sit down and talk about all this. Please?" he asked, pulling you closer to him. You nodded your head and wiped away your tears. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before exiting the room. 

You sat on the bed, trying to take in everything that was happening. You had just seen what appeared to be a perfect copy of your boyfriend. With everything going on, you truly had to talk yourself out of the possibility that you truly may be delusional and not in the hot girl kinda way. Tears were unstoppable at this point, flowing so fast that the collar of your shirt was completely soaked. The Prowler was responsible for so many manslaughters due to careless fighting. The Prowler was feared by many, and was showcased on the news more than the Kardashians on TMZ. You had even told Miles that you were scared of being caught in the crossfire of chaos caused by this person. What scared you the most was how comfortable Miles had gotten in his lie. What terried you more than that was you had fallen for it so easy. Thinking that a villian that you so deeply feared was the same person who kissed you goodnight made you feel nauseous. You run to the bathroom. 

You vomit into the toilet, the anxiety you were having was becoming unbearable. You sat hanging over the toilet until Peaches started bumping into your leg in his ball. You redirect him and stand up, rinsing your mouth with water. Without thinking you pick up the test you were holding earlier, dropping it and throwing up more when you see the bold + sign staring back at you. 

In memory of the real Peaches; May his cutie patuti soul rest in peace

[roosterforme]

The Deployment Diaries Part 17 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Just when you think you have some room to breathe, Bradley gets called upon again.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, fuff, angst

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist for the reading order!

Bradley woke up early on Monday morning with something akin to a birthday hangover. He couldn't stop smiling. You were still sleeping soundly, curled up next to him, so he slid quietly out of bed to let you sleep a little longer. 

He grabbed his new calendar on the way into the kitchen and flipped through it for the hundredth time as he started making coffee. He still couldn't believe you made this for him. After you and he had talked about it over facetime, he hadn't let his mind dwell on it. Not when he had the Josh scenario to deal with. And when you told him last night that the reason you needed to go to Oceanside two times was for his birthday present, he laughed so hard. 

After he had cleaned up the kitchen from the previous evening and poured your mug of coffee, you came traipsing out into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes behind your glasses. "Morning, Roo," you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him. "Oh my God, you're still looking at it?" you asked, pointing to his calendar on the counter opened up to November. 

"Hell yes, I'm still looking at it. I'm never going to stop looking at it. It's all you, and I can flip through the pages faster than you can get changed into new outfits for me."

You laughed and buried your face against his chest. "I'm glad you love it, but I'm still not letting you hang it on the refrigerator."

He rubbed your back and held you as the coffee cooled down a bit. "So... that thing we did, last night, with your butt..."

"That was for your birthday. You're not getting that all the time. However... I didn't hate it."

He nodded in contentment. "That's fair, Baby Girl."

Bradley knew it was going to be a fantastic day.

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You were already walking into your office when you realized you were carrying both lunch bags. "Shit," you muttered, pulling your phone out of your pocket and texting Bradley.

I accidentally took both lunches with me. Where are you? I'll bring yours over.

You barely managed to turn your computer on before he wrote back.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: i'm in the rec room, baby girl. i'll be here all morning.

You stopped in the lab and set up some work for your labmates before you rode the elevator back down and strode out onto the tarmac with his lunch. You grinned as you went, replaying last night over and over again in your mind. He had melted your heart when he told you he wanted to have the same birthday every year, just a day with you. Then you had caught Bradley looking at his calendar all morning, and you had to hide it so he didn't try to bring it to work with him. 

Then you started blushing when you thought about his mouth on every inch of your body, and you were afraid you might run into Maverick. So you hustled along until you reached the tower and quickly collected yourself before entering the rec room. 

But it was just Bradley inside, leaning against the counter and sipping on some coffee. "Hey, Sweetheart," he said when you walked in. You were so drawn to his raspy voice, you walked right over to him and kissed his lips. 

"Sorry about your lunch," you whispered against his lips as you set the bag down on the counter next to his coffee.

Bradley chuckled as he let his hands rest on your hips. "Nothing to be sorry about, especially since it brought you here now. Been thinking about you nonstop all morning. It's like my wish to see you came true."

"Damn, you're smooth, Bradshaw." You smirked up at him as you ran your fingers from his name tag all the way down to his cock, giving him a squeeze through his tight khaki uniform pants. He grunted and pulled your body tight to his as he kissed your mouth hard.

You continued to squeeze him, enjoying the feeling of his length growing harder against your hand.

"Wish I could fuck you here, Baby Girl," he growled as you unzipped his pants and let your fingers dip inside his boxer briefs. "Holy shit."

You stroked him gently as your other hand went to mess up his hair. Bradley had you by the hips as he fucked your mouth with his tongue. 

"I love it when you get like this," Bradley said, moving his lips to your neck. "My Baby Girl is so sweet, and so dirty," he whispered, and you moaned just as the door opened. You turned around as quickly as you could, putting your back to Bradley, and you heard him zip up his pants.

"Oh, shit, you two!" Jake hollered. "Right in the middle of the rec room?!"

"It wasn't! We weren't!" you insisted, but you could feel your face flaming. 

Bradley just cracked up behind you, and Jake was gaping at you both. "Bye, Roo," you muttered and then power walked past Jake and into the hallway.

You could still hear Bradley laughing as Jake asked him, "Do you need someone to tell you to literally keep it in your pants, Bradshaw? The two of you are out of control!"

You groaned and ran back across the tarmac, thoroughly mortified. But a tiny part of you found it as funny as Bradley had. 

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The day was going great. Bradley managed to get a brief handjob in the rec room, and it pissed Jake off in the process. He couldn't stop smiling, while Jake couldn't even make eye contact with him.

But then the day took a spectacular nosedive. Bradley was on the tarmac on his phone, about to purchase a ticket to fly to Virginia for a night, when his phone rang. It was Maverick calling him.

"Hey Mav, aren't you in the tower?" Bradley asked after he answered. He turned to look up at the tower and saw the man in question inside.

"Yeah, can you come up here? It's important."

When Bradley took the elevator up and was met with concerned looks from Maverick, Cyclone and Warlock, he shrugged. "What's going on?"

Warlock took a deep breath. "We realize you've only been back a few weeks since your last deployment ended, but we need another pilot for a special mission."

Bradley's heart sank. "You've got to be shitting me," he said, superior officers be damned. "Why? And when?"

"Bluebird out of Lemoore was injured in a training exercise, and she's going to be grounded for months," Cyclone told him. "You'll need to leave for a carrier in the South Pacific on Sunday morning. Comanche transport will take you out. A suitable aircraft is waiting for you aboard ship."

Bradley cradled his forehead in his hand and sighed deeply. "Sorry, kid," Maverick said. "Everyone wants you there. It's a sensitive mission. Should also be a fairly short one."

If Bradley was going to fucking Tahiti or somewhere in the South Pacific, he wanted to be with you, not a bunch of other aviators. 

"Yeah, fine. Send me the details. Can't wait to break this news to Lieutenant Y/L/N," he muttered once he had been dismissed. 

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When you came home from work all smiles, Bradley instantly hated himself. He felt so shitty. Like he was constantly asking you to live this life with him, when it wasn't fair to you at all. He was definitely holding you back, and he was about to make you cry.

"Jake texted me a reminder about workplace misconduct," you said with a smile and an eyeroll. "I think he's just sour that nobody wanted to grope him in the rec room. Oh, and guess what, Roo. Bickel invited me, well us, to his Independence Day cookout, and they have a pool in their backyard!" you informed him with a bright smile. "Plus, I heard his wife buys the good steaks from Costco. You know, the extra thick ones."

Bradley cleared his throat, and you froze.

"What's wrong?" you asked quickly, and when Bradley shook his head slightly your face crumpled.

"Another deployment? Already?" you whispered. 

"Yes. Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I have to leave on Sunday." Bradley would have ripped his own heart out to stop you from crying. As the first tears slid down your cheeks, you reached for him, and his selfish heart opened his arms for you. 

"Okay, it's okay. It's okay," you said over and over, as if trying to convince yourself that it would be. You hiccuped through your tears and Bradley scooped you up into his arms and carried you to bed. 

He let you lay on his chest and cry as long as you needed to. You finally took a deep breath and looked up at him, cheeks wet and splotchy, saying, "I'm okay now."

He shook his head. "You know what, if you wanted to break up with me right now, I don't think I could even resent you for it. I would honestly feel a certain level of relief for you, Y/N, because I hate doing this to you, Sweetheart."

You sat up abruptly, your face suddenly righteous with anger. "Are you serious right now? Don't you dare say shit like that to me!" you practically shouted at him. You swiped at your tears and the anger on your face took his breath away. "Don't act like I don't want to be with you, Bradley. As if I don't love you. I never lie to you. So when I told you I could do a million more deployments, you better believe I'm telling you the fucking truth. Because you love me no matter what, and I love you the same way " 

He reached for you, and then your lips were all over his. "I told you the truth," you whispered against his mouth as he unbuttoned your uniform shirt and pushed it down your arms. Your cheeks were warm and damp against his face, and he loved you too much to fight with himself. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered, getting dizzy from your body on top of his and your lips on his neck, sucking hard enough to mark him. "I believe you."

You wrenched your pants off, and as soon as Bradley had his zipper down and his cock out, you were slipping him inside you and riding him. You were upset that he was leaving again so soon, and you let him know it. Your fingers were rough in his hair as you guided his gaze to stay on your face. Strands of your hair were coming loose from your bun, and your bra straps had slipped down your shoulders. You rode him rough until you came, spasming and squeezing his cock as you cursed. He was so pussy whipped for you, he came then as well. 

"I'm okay now. When I tell you I'm okay, you listen to me," you told him, finally releasing his hair when he agreed with you. "Now get changed. We're meeting Maria and Cam for dinner."

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The week flew by in a haze of sadness for you. Bradley let you pretend like Saturday was a normal, ordinary Saturday, and you appreciated him for that. You took him grocery shopping, and he carried all the bags inside for you. He went to the farmer's market with you and pretended he knew what Swiss chard was when someone tried to sell you some. When you both walked away, he asked you, "What the fuck is Swiss chard?" sending you into a riot of laughter.

Then you both took Tramp for a long, leisurely walk along the bay beach. Bradley unclipped his leash and tossed a tennis ball for him while you sat in the sand. Finally you brought up tomorrow morning. "What time do I need to drop you off?" you asked softly just after he threw the ball. Bradley sat down softly next to you.

"Seven," he replied, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. The wind was picking up as clouds moved in, and it looked like it would be a rare rainy San Diego evening. That was fine, it would match your mood. 

"And they didn't tell you how long you should expect to be gone, Roo?" you asked, looking up at his gorgeous brown eyes. 

"Not specifically. Should just be a week or two. And if you're not able to pick me up when I get back, if it's at a weird time or something, do not worry about it. I'll get a ride home, Baby Girl."

You laughed. "I'll be there to get you, Roo. It doesn't matter where or when, you just tell me, and I'll be there."

He kissed the top of your head, and you both watched Tramp chew on his tennis ball and roll around in the sand with it. 

"I also wanted to remind you that you can call Nat, Jake or Bob if you need anything. You're the most capable person I know, Sweetheart, but they all love you too and would help you in a heartbeat, okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I know."

"Especially if you see Josh around. Promise me you'll call Jake if you see Josh. He does not get to be near you for any reason."

"I promise," you whispered, and Bradley started throwing the ball for Tramp again. 

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At six o'clock in the morning, Bradley had his face buried against your neck as he grasped a fistful of your hair.

"Oh," you were gasping softly as he pushed himself inside you. He was going to miss you so much. If this deployment lasted longer than two weeks, he was just going to swim back home to you.

"I love you," he whispered against your ear. "I'm always going to love you. Don't forget that."

"Bradley," you moaned as your legs tangled with his. 

He went slow. He didn't want this to end, he didn't want to leave. But he knew he had to, and he knew it was getting late. When he guided his fingers to your clit, you got more vocal, head tossed back as you thrust up against him.

You rode out your orgasm as the first rays of sunlight lit up the room, and Bradley memorized the way your face looked as you came for him. Your body squeezed him until he came inside you, and you guided his face down with your hands until he was kissing you. 

"Roo," you whispered with a smile. "I didn't have time to take any sexy pictures for you."

Bradley chuckled as he tickled your cheek with his mustache. "That's okay, Sweetheart."

You held him in place with your legs when he started to withdraw from inside you. "Why don't you take a couple pictures now," you softly suggested. "While you're still inside me."

Bradley groaned, "I don't deserve you." But he was already reaching for his phone where it had been charging. He snapped a few pictures of your face, all fucked out and bathed in sunlight. Then he guided the phone lower on your body, capturing an image of your gorgeous tits, your hand splayed across your tummy and your pussy which was still filled with his cock. 

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You wiped the tears from your eyes as you drove Bradley to the airstrip and the waiting Comanche. He had his fingers laced through yours on the center console, and occasionally he would lift your hand to his lips."Don't forget to check your nightstand drawer, Baby Girl."

A surprised laugh escaped your lips. "How did you have time to manage that?"

"I have my ways. And Tramp helped."

You laughed through your tears. "How did he help?"

"He distracted you yesterday by throwing up on the floor," Bradley said with a smile. "Gave me a few minutes to be sneaky."

"Yeah, that was really sweet of him. My stomach was already hurting, and then he made that mess for me to clean up!"

"Why was your stomach hurting? From your period cramps? I know they're awful sometimes, Sweetheart."

You opened your mouth to reply and then snapped it shut again. Bradley knew your cycle as well as you did by now. He was right. You should have cramps.

Your heart was suddenly beating a little faster. Something wasn't adding up in your mind. You didn't have any cramps at all, rather you assumed your stomach was in knots because you knew Bradley was leaving. At least that's what you had thought. 

You always remembered to take your pill. You even had an alarm set on your phone, just in case. Sure, nothing was one hundred percent effective. And yeah, you and Bradley had been going at it frequently the last few weeks, often multiple times per day. But you always took your pill.

"Sweetheart?" he asked. You must have been taking too long to answer him. You tried to focus on driving, but you still didn't know what to say as you parked at the airstrip and turned off the engine. You glanced at Bradley before diving for your purse on the floor next to his feet. You rummaged around until you could feel your pill pack. It slipped out of your hand twice before you removed it from the bag.

"What's wrong?" Bradley asked, probably alarmed by your behavior at the moment. But when you opened the container and counted how many pills were in there, you dropped it immediately. There were too many of them left.

"I missed a pill," you whispered, frantically trying to figure out how you managed to do this. You rubbed your hands along your face. When could this have happened? But you already knew when it must have been. The weekend in La Jolla. Two weeks ago. When you were most likely ovulating. You had been drinking and dancing and eating cake and fucking your boyfriend, and you must have missed a pill one of the two nights. 

"What?" Bradley asked, still confused.

You looked at him and then at the other officers loading into the Comanche. "I skipped a birth control pill. My period should start today, but I don't have cramps or sore boobs or anything."

Bradley's look of confusion melted into surprise, and then a look of hope settled onto his beautiful face.

"Baby Girl? You think you could be pregnant?" he asked, and his raspy voice was breathless. 

You kind of shrugged at him, but you didn't know for sure one way or the other. "It's possible, I think, even if you just miss one pill," you answered, and now you were having a hard time breathing. What were you going to do? Bradley had five minutes to get on that transport, and then it could be weeks until you even got to talk to him again! 

"Baby Girl," he said, cupping your cheek and stroking your skin. "Look at me, Sweetheart. Are you okay?"

You nodded kind of jerkily against his hand, but your brain was slow to process everything. Should you take a pregnancy test today? Call your doctor? Wait for your period?

"Would you be upset if you took a test and it was positive?" he whispered, brow creased, begging you for an answer that you weren't sure you knew how to give. 

But you knew you wouldn't be upset. A little scared and anxious? Yes. Upset? No. 

"No, Roo. I wouldn't be upset," you told him as you met his eyes. "Just a little scared."

He nodded his head, still stroking your cheek. "Y/N, listen to me. I love you, more than anything. I love you, and I love what we have, just the way we are right now. But I would be overjoyed if you're pregnant. Okay?  Overjoyed, my love. So you won't make any decisions about anything until I get back? Hopefully it will only be a week."

You nodded. "Yeah."

Bradley's brown eyes were taking in every detail of your face. "And you'll email me if you take a test or get your period? Please email me, right away? I'll call and facetime as soon as I can, but please let me know."

"I will," you promised, but suddenly you snapped out of your panic. "Bradley! You can't focus on this! You need to stay safe! You need to focus on the mission!"

The Comanche engines started whirring, and now you were freaking out inside for a different reason. "Bradley! I need you to be safe!" You could feel more tears coming as he wrapped his fingers around the back of your neck where they tangled with your necklace, and he kissed you with everything he had. You were leaning across the console and begging him with a muffled, "Please," as he mashed his lips against yours. 

"I love you. I'll be safe. I'll come back to you, Baby Girl," he promised, kissing you one more time before he opened the car door, grabbed his bag and sprinted for the transport. 

You sat in your car, wiping away your tears as you watched him board, waving to you one last time before he ducked inside. After that, they sealed the door, and soon the Comanche was airborne, and you were still sitting there, still contemplating what you should do when it was completely out of sight. 

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[rinsuniverse]

since your reqs are open, do you have any thoughts on taking care of bf woozi when he's sick? i loved the similar thing you wrote w/ jun, and i thought it would be really sweet to hear about how woozi's s/o might take care of him when he's under the weather. tysm for considering writing, love your work!! ❤️❤️

taking care of sick woozi! ✧˖°.

i cannot believe i haven't done this prompt yet omg !!! thank you for requesting & reminding me

you noticed jihoon was starting to feel under the weather the night before

when he got home late from work, he wouldn't stop sniffling and sneezing

the tip of his nose was pink, along with his cheeks

and every so often, he'd loudly try to clear his throat before responding to you

you suggested that he take it easy for a bit in case it gets worse, but he brushed it off as seasonal allergies

"ji, babe, you should wash up. i'll prepare some cold medicine and some vitamins for tonight and tomorrow before work."

"thanks. i'll take it, but i don't think i'm sick. it's just that time of the year again," he says, shrugging his shoulders

you knew you couldn't get him to call off of work, so why even bother?

so, instead, you called off of your work so you can follow him around and care for him

you woke up extra early to make him some warm breakfast

you set up his food in the dining room before sitting beside him in bed

he wakes up slowly, reaching toward you, trying to pull you closer

he rests his head on your thigh and you gasp

like holy crap, his head is steaming

"ji, honey, you have a fever," you say, brushing through his hair with your fingers. "maybe... we should stay home?"

he shakes his head. "i'll just stay here for a little while longer. is that okay?"

"i took off work to take care of you," you say, resting your head back on the headboard

"you didn't have to"

"i wanted to. i get to hang out with you all day," you say, as cute as possible

you watch him cringe in your lap

"come on, let's go eat. i made you breakfast. you need to eat before you take your meds."

he obeys you quietly and brings you to the studio

you sit on his couch, studying your own thing, but every time you hear him sniffle, you hand him a tissue

you keep tabs on when he needs to take medicine because without you, he'd get so lost in his music and he'd forget to care for himself

you get him to drink lots of water and gatorade to keep him hydrated, keeping him away from his usual colas and sodas

but as he continues working, his head starts to hurt and he can't seem to concentrate or think straight

so he gets up and lazily slugs over to you, laying down on the couch with his head in your lap

he grabs your hand from whatever you were using it for, and he places it on his head quietly

"you okay?" you ask, taking the hint and playing with his hair

"my head hurts," he says quietly. his eyes are closed as he talks to you.

you massage his head gently and enjoy the time you have with a sick jihoon

"do you still have to work?" you ask, checking the time on your phone

"i wish i could"

"maybe we should go home, and when you feel better, you can work on your computer there."

"but-"

"ji, please. you can work extra hard and long tomorrow when you feel better."

he cannot say no to you and it pisses him off sometimes

you bring a sulky jihoon home early, tucking him into your bed

you put on a recent anime that you heard he was interested in, and then get to work to make him some food

as you cook, suddenly some arms wrap around you from behind, and you hear some sniffling by your shoulder

"hmm?"

he pulls you in tighter, not saying anything

you feel your shoulder become wet

was he... crying?

"is it that bad, baby? maybe the medicine isn't working... should we go to the doctor?"

he shakes his head and he quietly cries into your shoulder

you shut off the stove and turn around, cupping his face in your hands

"aww, don't cry, jihoon," you say, a frown on your face. you wipe his tears away with your thumbs

"just come to bed with me, please," he says, sniffling. "this is embarrassing."

you chuckle, quickly finishing the food and putting it to the side before following him to the bedroom

you lay in bed with his head snuggled into your chest as he watches his anime

"i texted your mom," you say

"for what?"

"to ask her for a recipe that i should cook when you're not feeling well."

"no wonder why it smells familiar."

you play with his hair

"should we go eat?"

"no. stay here."

for the rest of the night, he's clinging onto you

he refuses to kiss you in case he makes you sick with whatever he has

but he literally will not let go of you

don't ever mention to anyone about how clingy he gets when he's sick and tired

because he will become a blushing mess and never become clingy like this again

thank you so much for the request, and i'm so sorry it took me so long to respond!! i hope you enjoyed clingy, sick woozi 🫶

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

[yourimagines]

Hi!

Can you perhaps write a twenty one pilots one shot. Maybe about their newest song that came out.

I love your work, take care!

I really love their new song, overcompensate.

It’s a short one but I hope this is a good one!

Pressure

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Dark, Angsty, Swearing and Fluff

Y/n POV

Tyler was hyped about their newest album coming out soon but he’s also nervous. He’s a perfectionist, he’s never 100% satisfied with his work. Always overthinking, always asking the what if questions. So he was downstairs in his home studio, listening to the album as I was making dinner for us. “Ty? You want some dinner?” I asked him as I stood at the top of the stairs. “Sure.” He answered quietly back. “Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.”

I made him a plate and brought it downstairs to him. He was sitting behind his desk, his headphone covered his left ear. “Here you go handsome.” I placed his plate down on his desk. He turned his head to look up at me and smiles. “Thanks beautiful.” His hand slightly touched my leg. “Are you okay down here?” He nods and turns his head back to the screen. “I’m fine, just making sure the album is finished before we release it.” I gave him a gentle squeeze in his shoulder. “Okay, don’t overthink too much about it.” “I won’t.”

I was tossing around in bed, it was midnight and Tyler was still downstairs. ‘This is not healthy for him.’ I throw my blanket to the side and got out of the bed, I stepped into my slippers and walked downstairs. The house was quiet and dark, the only lights that were on came from his home studio downstairs. “Ty?” I tiredly asked and looked downstairs to look at him. His eyes were glued to his monitor. “Yeah?” He didn’t moved a muscle, like he was possessed by something else. “Are you coming to bed, it’s already past midnight.” He waved his hand and nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming in a minute.” I rolled my eyes and turned around. “Okay, see you in a minute.” I left him alone again, knowing he isn’t coming to bed anytime soon.

Tyler POV

My mind was running around as my eyes stared at the computer screen. “Still not good enough.” I changed it again and again. As I grew tired, tired from staying awake for so long. My eyes started to burn from all the lights and no sleep, my migraine was back and was hurting my brain as I’m still not satisfied with the results. “It’s always the same fucking shit.” I groaned and took a sip from my water, looking at the files as the words started to change, changing in those dark thoughts I rather not have lingering around in the back of my mind. “I need Josh’s opinion on this.” I tried to shake off those chilling thoughts and tried to block out those voices that were now screaming in my head. I shared the files with him and looked at the clock, 3am. I rubbed my face and leaned back in my chair, still looking at the monitor as the words on the screen started to fade away, feeling all dizzy and a lot of pressure forming in my chest. My phone buzzed, it was Josh sending me a quick message.

Joshua🥁: I will listen to this asap in the morning 😴

Me: need really your opinion on this one 👌🏻

Joshua🥁: Don’t worry, just get some sleep 💤

I sighed and saved my work and turned everything off. I walked back upstairs and checked if everything was closed off and slumped upstairs to our bedroom. Y/n was already sleeping, as she lay on my side of the bed. ‘I’m so blessed to have her in my life.’ I stripped my clothes off and joined her. As soon I lay next to her she moved closer and lay her head against my chest. “Ty?” She tiredly says as I caressed her back. “Yeah it’s me, just go back to sleep.” I kissed her head and she immediately felt asleep again. I stayed awake for a while, looking at the ceiling, as my migraine started to fill my brain with these dark thoughts about life….

I woke up from the morning sun that shines through our window. She was lying against my chest, all wrapped up around me. My hand went carefully towards her face and gently wiped her hair away. ‘Beautiful.’ Her eyelids slightly moved, a small low hum came from her and with that she opened her eyes. “Good morning beautiful.” I said in my morning voice with a small smile on my face. I caressed her cheek and she smiles tiredly at me and nuzzles her head back into my chest. “Good morning handsome.” She mumbled softly against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and started to rub her back as she started to trace my chest in the morning sunlight shining down on us.

I was downstairs, video calling with Josh. “No, I think it’s good enough, they will love it.” He says as he was eating some breakfast. “I know but I think there is more.” He chuckles and shook his head. “You always say that, believe me it’s good.” I nodded and looked down at my notepad. “You really think so?” I asked him as I was playing with the pen that was laying on my desk, not really feeling sure about it. “Yes I really think so.” I hummed and looked up again. “Okay, then let’s release it.” He nods and gave me a thumbs up. “Let’s do this.” I nodded and saved up our files. “Yeah, let’s do this.” Feeling a bit unsure about this….

——— Release Day Overcompensate ———

Y/N POV

Tyler was nervous again, as their newest song was about to release. “They are so hyped up for this.” Josh said as everyone was hanging around our house. “Are they?” Tyler asked as he looked over at Josh’s phone. “Yes, they can’t wait.” He showed them some comments. Debbie smiled at me as the guys were reading the comments. “They are so cute when they do this.” She says to me. I laughed and nodded. “Yes they are.” Josh was scrolling through the social media apps as Tyler was looking at the reactions. “Can’t wait for them to hear the rest.” He says to Josh. “Me neither.”

The song was released and they were watching the fans react to it. Josh was streaming his phone to the tv, sharing his feed. “They love it.” He says with a smile on his face. Tyler nodded, secretly feeling proud of what they created. “Look at that honey.” Debbie says and wraps her arms around him. “Cool isn’t it.” They were both smiling and pointing some comments out. I lay my head on Tyler’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you.” I said to him as we both were looking at Josh and Debbie who were standing in front of the tv, reading some of the comments out loud. “I know.” He says and grabbed my hand. “This is the last one….” I looked up at him and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “You deserve this my love.” He brought my hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of my hand. “For us.” I smiled and nodded. “For us.”

[mqsi]

This wasn’t in your sketches

part 1

welcome to my first longer story, I don’t know how many parts it will have but it’s safe to say I have the whole fic planned out. I’m going to work on requests between uploading this, don’t worry.that’s all, enjoy :)

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You woke up one morning with a call from your manager, informing you about a job opportunity you could only dream of. You always had passion for creating ,pulling together different supplies and materials, sketching stuff. That’s how you ended up applying for a Nike designing contest at 18 years old and actually winning it, earning yourself a job at Nike. You were put under your loving manager, Carla. She was in her 30s and had a very bubbly personality. But she could be too much at times. Like right now.

“Buen día beautiful, i assumed you were up so I called!” her voice echoed trough your phone. It was only 8am and you had a free day today.

“Yeah I’m up” you said without even opening you eyes.

“Awesome! You won’t believe what a deal I got for you. I’ve managed to get a famous footballer to model the new spring collection pieces that YOU will design!”

Your eyes snapped open and you jumped up in bed.

“How come? Why me? Isn’t there a lot of other, more experienced designers here?”

“Oh honey please, I wanted to make an opportunity for you. Plus Gavi is already a Nike athlete so his manager was happy to let him do this!”

“Gavi? Like Pablo Gavi?”

“We will have a first meeting with him tomorrow, so you can get to know him a bit and see what prefrences he has! Have a good day!” and she hung up. You were sitting in bed for another 15 minutes, just thinking about what just happened. Suddenly, your stomach started doing flips, what if you screw up?

Tomorrow came fast, you woke up, got ready and met up with Carla so you can go together. You were meeting up in your studio. As you entered the room behind Carla, Gavi was already there with his manager.

“Hello, I’m glad you two could make it today!” She yelled, greeting both men.

“Hi Carla, nice to finally meet you in person” Gavi’s manager said. Carla started chattering about the project before finishing with presenting you.

“I put her in charge of this project, cause she’s young and I wanna see her rise in this job. She has a lot of potential” she said, her arms pointing at your direction. You took a step forward and introduced yourself. Before you could say anything else, Carla inturrupted you once again.

“Okay! How about we grab some coffee in the cafeteria outside, while they finish everything up?” she said, grabbing Gavi’s manager by the arm and practically pulling him away.

“Are you sure? We should-“

“Oh of course I’m sure! You two will work great” she said,looking at you, before dragging the man outside. You let out a sigh before nervously turning to Gavi who sat in the chair, manspreading with his arms crossed against his chest. He was wearing a white hoodie and some black cargos.

“I’m sorry, she’s a handful” you said, trying to read Gavi’s expression.

“I can see that” he said, letting out a breathy laugh before making eye contact with you.

“Alright, let me just check the information I have” you said, opening some files on your computer so you can escape his intense gaze “I don’t have your measurements so-“

“How old are you?” Gavi cut you off.

With a confused look you turned your head around to look at him

“Why?”

“Cause you look younger than me”

“I just turned 19”

“How are you 19 and work as a main designer for Nike?” he said, making a face.

You put down some papers you were rummaging trough and faced him with your whole body, while leaning against the table.

“You’re 18 and cost 90 million, do you really want to talk about this?” you asked sarcastically.

“Do you only see me as a price tag?” he asked now obviously irritated by your statement.

“Me personally, no. But half of the football world does”

“What are you now, a football expert?” Gavi said, irritation more evident in every sentence he said. For the first time today you were glad Carla inturruped the conevrsation by opening the door slightly.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, smiling like usual.

You composed yourself and turned to her with a loving expression on your face.

“Yes, everything is perfect” you replied, relaxing your face as soon as she left.

Turning your attention back to Gavi who was looking at you with his signature frown.

“Can you get up so I can measure you?”

Without a word, he got up from his seat and you walked over to him. You knew he wasn’t tall but the fact that your faces were so close to each other made you swallow, before returning to the task. You instructed him to hold one end of the measuring tape as you bent down. While you were trying to read the number accurately, Gavi spoke up.

“Do you do this often?”

You looked up at him, confused.

“Excuse me?”

Gavi was looking down at you, trying to keep a straight face.

“Get on your knees for men you meet for the first time?”

There was a few seconds of you two just staring down at each other, before you stood up. Your faces were now even closer than before but you didn’t care. Gavi was looking straight at you, lips curving into a smirk.

“If my job wasn’t hanging on this, I would slap the shit out of you right now” you said in his face. Before he could say anything else, you finished what you were doing and turned around to write down the numbers.

“Anything else?” he asked.

You looked back at him for a second before leaving the studio. Yes, there was something else, there was a lot of things to discuss but you were not capable of doing that today, not after that comment. The golden boy will have to make time for an extra meeting. As you were about to cross the street to reach Carla, Gavi came rushing to you.

“Hey it was a joke. I thought you have a sense of humor like that, that’s all”

“I saw enough of your temper on the field to expect such behaviour but not like this” you replied.

“Well good thing this isn’t a football pitch and I don’t act like that in everyday situations”

You turned around to face him.

“In that case I also don’t forgive with a pat on the shoulder”. Gavi was trying to form a sentance but you stopped him “I’m a big coffee lover” you said before crossing the street.

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part 2

[ijustreallylikepirates]

So for all the people who love disventure camp and think it’s criminally underrated, here is a fanfic of Alenick (Alec x Nick) in Alec’s pov. If you don’t know who the hell these two are or what disventure camp is and you just like enemies to lovers tropes, this is great for you.

A little note before we get started: I wouldn’t say this fanfic is very inappropriate, (SPOILERS) they do make out once and they swear a bit but otherwise there’s nothing too bad. Now I won’t keep you any longer so please enjoy my fanfic and I would really appreciate it if you left a nice comment and liked. Thank you, ily :) <333

I sighed as I pulled into the parking lot of the public library, stopping my car’s engine and staring out the driver’s seat window at the library.

“Just another excruciatingly long day of work.” I yawned and took my glasses off to rub my eyes, then wiped the lenses off and shoved them back on my nose.

I turned my head back to my steering wheel and blinked sleepiness out of my eyes. But that didn’t work. Before I knew it, my eyelids drooped and my forehead dropped down hard onto the wheel. Right onto the horn. The horn let out a painfully loud beep.

I jumped back quickly, my hand over my chest. Now that definitely woke me up. I straightened my glasses and unbuckled my seatbelt. I grabbed my tote bag off the passenger seat, slipped it over my shoulder, and shoved open the car door. I slowly stepped out and took a breath of fresh air. Then I sighed again and pushed the door closed.

But as I tried to walk, something was keeping me back. I looked behind me and saw my bag was stuck inside the car door.

“Aw, great! Just another thing to add to my list of reasons why today is gonna be a bad day.” I pulled on my bag a little, then after it didn’t come out of the car door, I slipped it off my shoulder, grabbed the straps, and pulled with all my might.

The bag immediately flew out of the door, causing me to flop onto the asphalt like I’d been shot. I quickly stood up, grabbed my bag off the ground, and slipped it back over my shoulder. I brushed dirt off my blue vest, then headed towards the library.

As I walked across the parking lot, a blue car came driving right towards me. I quickly turned my head to the car, stopping right in front of it like a deer in headlights.

The driver beeped at me so I stared directly into the windshield. I couldn’t see who the driver was but I stuck up my middle finger at them and shouted, “Fucking moron! Watch where you’re driving!” I walked up the front steps to the library and pushed open the door.

I walked behind the front desk and set my tote bag under the desk, then flopped down in my chair and sighed. I picked my phone out of my pocket and opened up my camera. I flipped it to face me and looked at my exhausted face on the screen. I had large bags under my eyes.

I shoved my phone back in my pocket and leaned down to shuffle around in my bag, then pulled out my current reread, The House In the Cerulean Sea, and flipped it open until I found my bookmark. I set the bookmark on the table, crossed my legs, and started to read.

I was deep into my book when I heard the door open. I paid no attention to it until the door slammed shut and scared me half to death, causing me to drop my book on the floor. As the book toppled, my page was lost. And I don’t even remember what page I was even on!

“Shit,” I mumbled under my breath. “Nothing’s gonna go my way today, huh?” I got out of my chair and onto the floor. I picked up my book and went to stand back up but I banged my head on the table.

I stood back up, rubbing my head. “Fu-” I stopped myself as I saw a woman and a little girl standing at the desk. “-dgesicles. Fudgesicles.” I calmly placed my book on the desk next to the computer and asked the woman, “What can I do for you ladies today?”

“I just wanted to check these books out,” the woman said, placing a copy of The House In the Cerulean Sea on the desk, along with a pile of every Magic Treehouse book.

I took The House In the Cerulean Sea off the desk and scanned it. I smiled at the woman and said, “This is such a good read. I’m currently rereading it for, what, the five-hundredth time?”

The woman laughed and said, “I heard it was really good. Glad to know you liked it.”

My smile grew wider and I started scanning the Magic Treehouse books. “These for you?” I asked the little girl.

She smiled wide and said, “Yeah! I’m really excited to read them!”

The woman giggled and said, “She’s such an avid reader.”

“Just like me when I was a kid. I read the whole Harry Potter series in 1 month when I was 12.”

The woman raised her eyebrows in surprise. “That’s shocking. Not even I could do that.”

“I just can’t go a day without a good book to dive into. I’m so glad that the youth still likes reading. I looked at the little girl with a warm smile on my face. “I’m sure you’ll be a great reader as you get older.”

The little girl just smiled wide and clapped her hands together. I looked back at the woman and asked, “Can I have your card?”

The woman dug around in her coat pocket, then pulled out a red library card and handed it to me. I took it diligently and scanned it for her. I typed something down on my computer, then handed her a date due slip. “Make sure to bring the books back by this date.” I stacked The House In the Cerulean Sea on top of the Magic Treehouse books and pushed the pile to the woman. “Have a nice day.”

The woman took the stack of books off the desk and said, “Thank you. Have a nice day.” The little girl stayed close to her mom’s side as they walked out the door.

I sighed, picked up my book, and tried to find my page. “My day’s already going terrible so that’s off the market.” As I flipped through the pages I couldn’t help but think… that little girl kind of reminded me of…

No. I can’t bring her back to my mind. I just can’t think of Fiore on my already terrible day. We’d had a father-daughter relationship, yet she’d still betrayed me.

I found my page and started reading where I left off. I barely got through a sentence when I heard my boss’s voice behind me, “Alec, take your nose out of that book for a second. I just hired a new guy to help you behind the front desk.”

I put my bookmark in between the pages and said, “I don’t need any help. I can do my job perfectly.” I crossed my legs and turned my chair around. I gasped as I saw the guy standing next to my boss.

He was a face I knew all too well, a face I couldn’t stand to look at. Blonde hair, goatee, cyan eyes, wearing a business casual suit and fedora.

I rolled my eyes. “Ugh. Nick. You’re my new…” I looked Nick up and down. “…partner?”

Nick smirked and crossed his arms. “Alec. Great to finally see you again.”

“Stop with the sarcasm. What are you doing in a library? I didn’t know you could read.”

“Oh, haha. Didn’t know you worked here, otherwise I would’ve picked any other library in the city. Oh, and what was it you called me? A… fucking moron?” Nick laughed seductively. “Right back at you old friend.”

“That was you in that car?” I scowled. “Thanks for trying to run me over. I really appreciate that.” I stared at him and held back a gag. “And don’t call me ‘friend.’”

“What? You don’t like that? Would you rather me call you sexyback?”

I flung out of my chair and stood face to face with Nick. “Don’t call me that either.”

Nick smirked and said, “Okay, sexyback.”

I grumbled and balled up my fists. My boss took Nick by the shoulders and pulled him away from me. “Okay, that’s enough. Nick, why don’t you go look around the library, get to know the place? It’s obvious you two already know each other and don’t get along well.” He slapped Nick on the back and said, “Go on then.”

Nick slowly walked out from behind the front desk and disappeared into the bookshelves, his hands in his pockets. I glared at him at he walked away, then groaned and sat back down in my chair. My boss stood in his place for a while in complete silence.

“So how do you guys know each other?” my boss asked, breaking the silence.

“We met on this show, Disventure Camp. Ever heard of it?”

“Nope.”

“Well, it was this show with two teams where both teams would have to compete in various challenges and whichever team lost would vote out someone on their team. Of course there were days where there was no elimination or when a voted out camper would come back but those weren’t frequent. Nick placed 12th, I placed 4th.”

“Wow. 4th was very close. How did you get to 4th?”

“I was kind of evil. I was teamed up with this little girl, Fiore, and we were like an inseparable evil duo. Even without her I would’ve been able to place 1st, since I’m so smart I could’ve been able to strategize my way through. If only Fiore hadn’t made an agreement with Miriam and Ellie to vote me out so she could get farther in the game.” I balled my fist at the thought of Fiore, how close we were, how she betrayed me and how angry that made me feel.

“Ok… and what about Nick placing 12th? Why didn’t he do as well as you?”

“Well, nobody really liked him. Safe to say I agree with everybody. He was so stuck up and snarky, always boasting about how much money he had. ‘I’ll pay you if you take my suitcase,’ like shut up already!”

My boss stared at me with concern. “Okay. Alec, why don’t you just take a couple deep breaths and focus on your work? Once you finish your shift, you won’t have to deal with Nick anymore until tomorrow. I’ll just try to keep him away from you, okay?”

I took a deep breath, then nodded and turned my chair back around to face my computer.

~

Eventually, Nick had to come back behind the front desk to actually do some work. I avoided speaking to him as much as I could.

When I would walk by Nick, he could turn his chair around and shout at me, “Hey, sexyback!”

I just rolled my eyes and didn’t say anything. I knew that whatever I tried wasn’t going to make him stop calling me that. So I just ignored it.

Today was just a boring day at work, but at least Nick didn’t bother me so much. My boss probably talked to him about that.

A little before my shift ended, I decided I wanted to tease Nick a little. I took a sticky note off my desk picked a pen out of a cup on my desk, and wrote this down:

‘Dear Nick,

I hate you so much. Please fire yourself from this library and never come back.

With hate,

Alec.’

I looked at the note with a smirk on my face, then got up from my chair and stuck the sticky note next to Nick’s keyboard while he was in the bathroom, then headed to the bathroom myself.

As I was walking there, Nick was walking back. We stared at each other blankly for a second, then continued on.

As I walked back to my desk from the bathroom, Nick surprisingly didn’t turn his chair around to call me ‘sexyback’ with that stupid smirk on his face. I knew why as soon as I got back to my desk.

There was a sticky note stuck to my monitor. I groaned and sat down in my chair, then took the sticky note off my computer.

I read it to myself, then rolled my eyes. It read:

‘Dear Alec,

I hate you even more. I hope you decide you hate reading one day and quit your job.

With love,

Nick’

I crumpled it up into a ball and threw it into my trash can. Then I finished up my work on my computer, packed up my stuff, and left the library.

~

When I got home and looked into my work bag, I saw the note from Nick crumpled up in my bag. I guess I had missed the trash can when I threw it.

I groaned and said, “I don’t need a reminder of Nick.” I took the note out of my bag and threw it into my bedside trash.

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It had officially been 4 days I had been working with Nick. God, he bothers me so bad.

As I was readying myself for bed, I picked up my journal off my nightstand and turned to a free page. My therapist told me to write down what happened every day and to let off my negative emotions into it every night before bed. He said it would help with letting go of my ‘emotional baggage,’ whatever that meant.

But as I picked up a pencil to start writing, I turned back to reread what Nick had done to me in the past days.

Day 2

I was looking for a book in one of the shelves when I took my glasses off to clean them and accidentally dropped them on the floor. But when I went to pick them up, Nick came up behind me and asked me ‘who I was bending over for.’ So immature.

Day 3

I was rearranging the books in the shelves, and Nick was following me around, unorganizing the shelves as I organized them to mess with me. I didn’t even notice he was doing this until the end of his shift when the boss came to find him. Then I had to rearrange them before my shift ended. Every. Single. Shelf.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I just can’t stand him. I turned back to my new page and started to write down what had happened today.

Day 4

Nick followed me around all day, talking to me about things I really don’t care about like Star Wars and just calling me sexyback in between every sentence. Eventually I gave out and yelled at him to knock it off. He looked guilty and just walked away. I don’t know why he would look like he was sorry or why he always made an attempt to talk to me every day, or even why he calls me sexyback all the time but it’s a little-

I stopped writing abruptly, then dropped my pencil. I picked up my journal, reread today’s entry, then slammed it shut and got up off my bed. I stormed off to the bathroom and got my toothbrush out of the cabinet.

“No, he can’t like me. That’s weird. We hate each other!” I grabbed my tube of toothpaste and lobbed some on my toothbrush.

“Why would he like me? There’s no way! I don’t even like him! Why should he like me?” I shoved the toothbrush in my mouth, then stared at myself in the mirror blankly.

I let my mind work for a second, then asked myself, “Do I like him?”

I shook my head. “No, I can’t like him! It’s not possible! How would I like him? I mean like, maybe the way he smirks when he calls me sexyback, or like when he follows me around just to talk to me and-”

I looked at myself in the mirror. “God, I do like him!” I finished brushing my teeth and stormed back into my bedroom. I grabbed my book out of my work bag, got in my bed, and pulled the covers over my legs.

But as I opened my book, I couldn’t help but look into the trashcan where Nick’s note was still sitting on the top, completely untouched. I reached down and grabbed it out of the trash.

I uncrumpled it and read it over to myself. To confirm my suspicions of Nick liking me, he did put ‘with love’ on his note while I put ‘with hate.’ Surprisingly I smiled and blushed, then put the note on my bedside table and continued reading.

But as I finished reading, I took that note off the table and traded it out for my bookmark, then shut the book and went to sleep.

~

The next day as soon as I got into work, I rushed behind my desk and pulled a sticky note off the pad, then wrote a quick note to my boss:

‘Boss,

I think I like Nick. Please help.

Confused,

Alec’

I stuck the note on the bulletin board next to his offices and went back to my desk.

Nothing really major happened for the remainder of the morning. It was surprisingly peaceful. The only disturbance was when Nick walked into work and called me sexyback on the way by.

He didn’t bother me for the rest of the morning. Well, until right now.

“Alec.” I jumped as he came up behind me.

I turned my chair around and exclaimed, “You scared me! What do you want now?”

Nick held something up in his hand. Panic rushed through my body. He was holding the sticky note. The one that stated I liked him.

Oh. Shit.

“Did you write this, Alec?”

“Of course not. Someone must’ve staged it.”

“Who would? Nobody else works here besides our boss and he wouldn’t do that. He’s a big sweetheart. So obviously it was you.” Nick paused for a second to walk a little closer to me. “It is true?”

He leaned closer to me.

“Of course it isn’t,” I said, trying not to show the panic on my face.

“Are you sure about that?” Nick asked me, leaning closer to me so that we were face to face.

I stared into his eyes blankly, fear rushing through my body. My face felt so hot, it felt like I was blushing. I could’ve been but there was no way to check right now. There’s no way I was getting out of this, so I gave in. “I really need to work on my poker face, don’t I?” I smirked.

He laughed and said, “A little improvement could work. Otherwise it was pretty solid.”

Before I could say anything, he pressed his lips onto mine. “I knew you’d give into me eventually, sexyback,” Nick said, giving me that stupid smirk of his.

“Oh, shut up, you Brit,” I said, shaking my head.

Nick backed up a little and grabbed my hand. He pulled on my arm and said, “Come on.”

As he pulled me out of my chair I asked him, “Where are you taking me?”

He laughed and said, “Can we make out? Like just for a little bit?”

I raised my eyebrow at him.

“Please, Alec? Just for like 5 minutes?”

I thought about it for a second. “Fine, let’s go.”

Nick laughed and tugged on my arm again. I laughed along with him as he dragged me off to the bathroom.

When we got in the bathroom, he led me into the second stall and locked the door.

I laughed and said, “Why are you acting like someone’s gonna walk in on us?”

“Just in case.”

Before I could say anything, he pushed me against the stall, threw his arms around my neck, and shoved his lips on mine. Honestly, I don’t think I liked kissing anyone more than him.

He pulled away from the kiss and asked, “Do you know why I really came to work here, Alec?”

I shook my head.

“I came to work here because of you.” He poked my chest. “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time and I wanted to see if I could make you feel the same way.”

I chuckled and said, “Well, I guess it worked.”

He laughed, a low attractive laugh.

I blushed, put my hands on his cheeks, and pulled him in for another kiss. He brought one of his hands up my neck and ran his fingers through my hair.

His hands were warm, and his face was utterly cold. He pressed his body up against mine and gripped my neck tighter.

Kissing him was like having an out of body experience. It was so unreal, so astonishing. I just couldn’t believe that it was really Nick I was kissing right now.

I pulled away from Nick. “But Nick, don’t you have a girlfriend?”

He looked off to the side and said, “Yeah, but… I don’t really love her anymore. I love…” He looked up at me.

I blushed and smiled. “You love me?”

Nick nodded slowly, blushing and smirking.

I slowly pulled him in for another kiss and said, “I love you too.”

We continued making out but this little romantic moment would soon end.

Our boss came through the bathroom door shouting, “Alec? Nick? Are you guys in here?”

Nick quickly shoved himself off me, slamming against the other wall of the stall.

The bathroom went silent, then the boss called out, “Hello? Was that you?”

Nick shoved his hands over his mouth to muffle his breathing. I raised an eyebrow at him.

I could see the boss’s feet underneath the stall. I wasn’t panicking at all until the boss stopped dead in his tracks right in front of our stall.

“I can see you two in there! Get out of there!”

Me and Nick stayed as silent as mice. The boss tried to push open the door.

“Alec, open the door please.”

I didn’t say a word. I stared at Nick. He shook his head.

The boss scoffed and said, “Nick?”

I silently pleaded Nick to unlock the door. Nick took his hands off his mouth and mouthed to me ‘Fine.’

He reached out a shaky hand and unlocked the door. The boss gently opened up the door.

He raised an eyebrow and asked, “What were you two doing in here?”

I looked nervously at my feet, blushed, and quickly said, “Nothing.”

At my side, Nick just as quickly said, “Making out.”

I looked up at Nick, blushing even more. “Nick!”

He shrugged and said, “What? I panicked!”

The boss shook his head and said, “And I thought you boys hated each other?”

“It’s a long story,” I said, rubbing my arm.

The boss just shook his head again and said, “Nick, come on. I have something I need you to do for me. Alec, you have work to do.”

The boss started walking away, leaving me and Nick in the stall alone.

Before following the boss, Nick leaned in for one more juicy kiss. “See you later.” He ran off after the boss.

I stood there against the stall, dazed for a second. Then I wiped my mouth and lumbered out of the stall.

As I made my way back to the front desk, the boss was standing there talking to Nick.

As I walked by them, Nick pulled my arm and put a slip of paper in my hand. “Me, you, dinner tonight?”

I unfolded the slip of paper, which had a phone number on it. Nick’s phone number.

I smirked and said, “I’ll call you.”

I walked back to my desk and sat in my chair. I watched as Nick walked off to the other side of the library, his hands in his pockets.

The boss came up behind me and said, “So, Nick, huh?”

“Oh, shut your mouth,” I said, adding Nick’s number onto my phone.

The boss laughed and walked away. And honestly, thinking about all this time I’ve spent with Nick, I really meant it. I did love him.

The End!!!

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The Other Woman pt6

Heres Part 6, finallyyyyy.

Slow burn

Summary: Chris, a popular hockey player at school where Y/n went, found himself falling for the beautiful, shy girl. As time went on he found out who Y/n truly was as a person and ultimately, he had to make the choice, his girlfriend, or the other woman.

Part 6

Monday came by quicker than I had hoped. When I woke up that morning I felt so sick. I had a throbbing headache and my stomach was killing me. I had been up for probably 30 minutes before I had rushed to the bathroom to vomit the acids in my stomach, since I hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon. 

Yeah, I was not going to school today. I also called work and explained the situation. My boss was understanding. She told me to take as much time as I needed.

I turned off my lights and put the mini trash can from my bathroom next to my bed. I flipped onto my side, facing the edge of my bed in case I had to lean over and puke again. I curled up and held my stomach, feeling the pain finally take over.

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I woke up from the sound of my door being opened harshly. I groaned and opened my eyes. My mom was standing in my doorway.

“Y/n, what are you still doing here? It’s Monday. You have school.”

I explained to her how I wasn’t feeling well. She walked out of the room and came back with some water and medicine for me to take.

“Rest up then, kiddo.” She kissed my forehead. “If you need anything, just call me.” She pushed my hair out of my face then turned to leave the room. I checked my phone to see what time it was.

It was 11:30. They had 3 new messages. 2 of them from Chris and 1 of them from my dad. I checked the one from my dad first.

When you coming visit? I miss yall. Don’t be a stranger, Y/n. Text me back when you can. I love you.

I sighed and closed out of the message, then clicked Chris’s contact. I looked at his message, soon responding after reading them. 

Why aren’t you in 3rd hour? Are you here today? Soon after his first message he had sent, Hello?? 

I typed back, Sorry, Chris. I’ve been sleeping all morning. I’m sick with what I think is the stomach flu. But I should be back by Wednesday or Thursday. 

I shut off my phone. I wasn’t tired anymore so I grabbed my TV remote and played some music. I sat up in my bed and grabbed my school bag from the floor. I opened it and grabbed my computer, checking my school work I had missed for the day. I had probably 4 assignments. Soon after starting my first assignment, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and checked the message. Chris had texted back rather quickly. 

Send me your address. I’ll bring you some food and medicine. I laid back on my pillow, smiling like a 14 year old with a crush. I practically kicked my feet at his message. To be honest, I knew I’d get to this point with Chris. Where I would fall for him. But I think a part of me had always liked Chris. Even just seeing him walk past me in the hallways would always make my heart hurt, I just never realized I actually liked him until he talked to me the first time. I sent him a message back.

No, don’t worry about it. I should be fine but thank you. He read it. I sat waiting for his message for a while before I figured he wasn’t texting back. I shut off my phone and started working on my school assignments once again.

It took me about 2 hours to do everything I had missed. By the time I finished, school would have been 10 minutes from the final bell ringing. Chris had never texted back. I was kind of bummed about it, but tried not to think about it too much. 

I got up out of my bed and immediately felt a wave of dizziness overcome me. I rushed to the bathroom, emptying my already empty stomach once again. I sat on the bathroom floor for a good 20 minutes, too scared to move. Throwing up was definitely my least favorite thing. 

My mom came knocking on the bathroom door once I hit the 25 minute mark. Not that anyone was counting, except for me. 

I flushed the toilet and pushed myself against the wall. “You can come in.”

“Are you sure? Someone’s here to see you.”

My eyes furrowed in confusion. The bathroom door opened after a few seconds of silence. I saw my mom, water bottle in hand. She walked in, sitting next to me. After she sat down she called out, “Don’t be shy, we don’t bite.” She giggled and pushed my shoulder softly. I just looked at her, then towards the door. 

“I brought you some food and things to help with your stomach.” Chris walked in. My eyes widened and I tried to quickly stand up. The second I felt dizzy, I collapsed back into the position I was in again. Mom ran her fingers through my hair. Then she started to rub big circles into my back. Chris put the toilet seat down and sat on it. He was now in front of me holding a bag of food and medicine. “I didn’t know what kind of food you ate but Alice said you liked strawberries and toaster strudels so I grabbed a few packs of everything.”

Yep, I was for sure going to kill Alice. He pulled out of the bag a packet of medicine and a sweet tea, as well as a pepsi. He left the food in the bag but placed it on the counter next to my sink. He read the back of the packet and took out 2 pills, handing them to me along with the sweet tea. 

“How did you get here? I didn’t tell you where I lived.” I grabbed the things from his hands. My face was flushed and I was hot. I probably looked like a mess. My face was pale and my cheeks were red. My hair was a mess and I was wearing fuzzy socks and some shorts with a hoodie. It was hot and I was sweaty.

“That was also Alice. She’s very helpful.” He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. My mom put her hand on my knee. I looked at her.

“Say thank you, Y/n. He came all this way for you.”

My head was throbbing. “Thank you,” I mumbled. 

“I’ll leave you alone.” Mom stood up and walked to the bathroom door. “Yell if you need anything.” She walked out, leaving only me and Chris in the small bathroom.

Chris held his hand to my forehead. “Yeah, you’re definitely sick. You’re burning up. Where do you keep your towels?” I pointed to the cabinets under the sink. He got up and rummaged through the cabinet before pulling out a small black towel and running it under the cold water from the sink. He rang it out then placed it on my head. I went to grab it but he pushed my hand away, holding his hand and the towel to my forehead. 

“Thank you, Chris.”

He smiled and sat next to me, replacing the spot mom was previously in. 

“You know, 3rd hour was soooo boring without you.” He dragged out the so, making it seem way too dramatic. I looked at him. He pushed the hair out of my face and tucked the strands behind my ears. “Can I put your hair up for you?” I nodded my head.

“Let’s go to my room first. I’ve been here way too long.” Chris got up first, grabbing my hand to help me get up. If I wasn’t in so much pain, I would have been so nervous. 

He led me out the door and to my bed. He let go of my hand and grabbed my desk chair. He pulled it to the side of my bed next to me. I turned my back to him, handing him the hair tie on my wrist. I held the towel to my head.

He gathered all my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. He was very gentle. So gentle I almost didn’t feel it. “There, that’s better”

I felt my face heat up. I shifted and turned back to face him. He got up and went back to the bathroom, soon coming back with the bag of food in his hand. He placed it on my bed next to me. I rummaged through it, grabbing the pack of strawberries. They looked so good. 

“Here,” I handed him a strawberry. He took it and ate it. I also grabbed one and ate it. They were so sweet. 

“You have a nice room. It really describes who you are.” I looked at him puzzled.

“That is a good thing, right?”

He nodded his head at me. A few seconds passed but it felt like minutes.

“You know, you really didn’t have to come here for me. I’m grateful, but you could have been doing better things.” I looked at him. He was studying my room, looking around and messing with the trinkets on my side table. 

“I don’t mind. I wanted to see you anyway.” He looked at me, his head tilted. He had a grin on his face. My face was red once again. I kept eating the strawberries silently, offering some to Chris whenever he had finished his last. I grabbed the remote from my bed and turned off the music that had been playing for the past few hours. Now the room was completely silent. It was a comfortable silence. Something about Chris being here was making my heart calm down. My stomach started to feel better. 

He looked at me for a while before saying, “Alice is worried about you too. You should text her. Let her know you’re okay.” I smiled at him. 

“For being sick, you’re still really beautiful.” He pushed my hair back. I removed the towel from my head and put it on the empty spot next to me. I grabbed his hand from my hair. I dropped our hands into my lap and fiddled our fingers together. I played with his hand, but it didn't seem like he minded. I lifted our hands, placing one of mine against his. His were bigger than mine, only by a little bit. We both looked at our hands. I interlocked our fingers. I don’t know why I did that, but he didn’t pull away. We looked at each other. 

He’s so beautiful. So much prettier than me, that’s for sure.

I put our hands down on my bed. Our fingers were still wrapped around each other. 

“Why is it that everytime you come around, I get nervous?” I looked at him.

“I don’t know.” He responded slowly. “But, I think you make me nervous too. I get a tingly feeling around you.” His small confession caught my attention.

My eyes widened. “I get a tingly feeling too. Right.. Here.” I placed his hand on my heart. He held it there, feeling my heart beat. 

“Your heart’s racing.”

“I know.”

He looked at me and moved his hand away. He grabbed mine and placed it on his heart.

His heart is racing too. I felt my body go numb.

“Mine’s beating fast too, isn’t it.” He said that as more of a statement than anything. 

My breath hitched. I scanned over his face. His cheeks were a light pink. His hair was slicked back into a baseball hat, a little bit sticking out by his ears. He looked so good. I looked at his eyes then down to his lips. He noticed it and I moved my hand away.

I want to kiss him. God, I want to kiss him so fucking bad. 

I looked back to his eyes, his finding mine. I looked away from him. 

You’re sick, Y/n. No, that’s not important, he has a girlfriend. A beautiful and sweet girlfriend. Someone who doesn’t deserve anything less than Chris. Someone who is way better for him than you could ever imagine. 

Chris and Clairissa were perfect together. They’ve been dating since the beginning of our junior year. Everyone knew who they were and who they belonged to. It would be a sin to separate them. 

Chris spoke, pulling me from my thoughts. 

“I guess I should get going soon. I have a hockey game tonight. You should come.” I looked back at him.

“I know you aren’t feeling well, but if you end up feeling better, come watch it. It starts at 7 at the rink.” 

“I’ll think about it.” I smiled softly. He smiled back and patted my head. He stood up and pushed the chair back to its original spot. Chris walked to the door of my room, opening it. 

“If I don’t see you later, text me.” 

I looked down at my lap. “I will. Thank you again, Christopher.” He grinned.

“Anything for the pretty lady.” My head snapped up. There it was again. He called me pretty again. He turned and shut the door. Soon after, my door opened again and mom walked in. She practically skipped over to my bed, a big smile on her face. She pushed my shoulder softly again.

“He was cute,” She wiggled her eyebrows at me and giggled like a little girl. I smiled and sighed. 

“I know.”