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iloveinej · 3 years ago

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Sick of the Silence

Theodore Nott x reader

Summary: Theodore ends you friendship over a rumor spred by Rita Skita

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of starving, insecurities, Rita Skita

Words: 6.1k

꧁꧂

You sneakily made your way towards the tent that the competitors were sharing. The air was very damp today, and the weather was starting to get colder. But you couldn't understand how you were still freezing even though you had your old winter boots on, along with Theo's scarf tightly wrapped around your neck

When you stood infront the tent, you carefully lifted the tent entrance to the side and feeling lucky when you saw that Harry was the only one left.

Quickly, you took a leap, and Harry felt his soul leave is chest when he felt someone close his arms around him.

"Merlin! Y/n have you lost your mind." You didn't listen to him.

"First place Harry! And with a Horntail!" You gushed making Harry look down on the ground bashfully.

"Thanks, but you should've seen Cedric." He replied quietly, slowly continuing to peel off his destroyed items.

You sighed as you watched him, taking great sadness in the fact that he didn't even take an ounce of credit.

"Harry, you beat that dragon. With your own strength and mind. Be proud of yourself. Becuase I am certainly." You quietly said, before taking ahold of him again and bringing him into one more hug.

And you smiled to yourself when you felt him slowly start to hug you back.

What broke you out of the hug was a very bright flash, and the sound of a sharp giggle running through the tent. You and Harry quickly separated from your hug, and you felt an unfamiliar uneasiness set into your stomach as you watched Rita Skita and her magic quill.

She sighed dramatically.

"What a scandal." That was all that she said before she left the tent. This could never end well.

꧁꧂

Theodore had never felt the feeling that was currently streaming in his veins. His fingers were grasped tightly around the peace of news, feeling an urge to tear the picture of you and Harry hugging in to shreddes.

Theodore felt betrayed. Wether it was by you or his feelings, he didn't know. But he were aware that you were not the one to blame, it wasn't your fault that you fell for Harry. But oh how he wished that he could blame you and not himself. To not blame himself for being such a coward.

He cleared his throat and forcefully folded the paper before throwing it on the table, getting a last glimpse of the title before he dragged his feet to his first class. Not having the strength in his heart to wait for you, to afraid that tears would be spilled.

Mrs Y/l/n taking her chance with the Harry Potter after he was betrayed by miss Granger for going to his rival.

You watched as Theo hurriedly walked out from the Great Hall, not even looking your way as he exited. You furrowed your eyebrows as you could catch a glimpse of his clenched jaw and white knuckles. If you didn't know any better, he looked hurt. And it deeply concerned you since that wasn't a feeling you wanted the young boy to feel.

꧁꧂

Luna and Cho looked at you with worry in their eyes. You'd been acting strange ever since breakfast. You were not concentrating on your lessons, your hands drawing strange doodles or figures on your paper instead of writing down your notes.

They had also seen the way Theodore stormed out the dining hall this morning, but they didn't think that his pissy mood would affect yours as much as it did.

You had tried all day to get a hold of Theodore, but you almost thought that he'd disappeared from the castle grounds by how quickly he was nowhere to be seen. But the suspicions were luckily blown away when you saw him walking down the moving stairs with his friends from the Slytherin house.

"Theo!" You called, trying to catch his attention, and feeling successful when he heard you. The beat of your heart increased when searched for you, but the look that he gave you was something unusual.

The absolute anguish that his face was painted in shocked you to the core. You'd never seen him look that way at you.

But it disappeared in only a second, and instead, he looked at you with stoic eyes.

You shifted uncomfortably as he stared at you, and you felt yourself having troubles meeting them.

"Ehm, I was wondering if you'd like to study later?" The slight unsure voice that you had made you internally cringe, and you hoped that he didn't notice it.

Theodore could both hear and see your strange behavior, and it was bothering him. You didn't look like you even wanted him in your presence.

Like you were tired of him when you finally got together with Harry Potter. But he wasn't a chore for you to keep company, so he decided to make that clear. Even if something in the back was screaming at him.

"No, I'm busy." You cringed slightly at the cold tone that he used. That wasn't what you were used to. He'd never used that voice with you.

"Oh alright. I'll see you tomorrow then." But he'd already started to walk away again, trying to catch up with the rest of the Slytherins. You frowned as a dark feeling settled in your heart. It wasn't the fact that he declined. It was the fact that he sneered it at you. You'd gotten so used to his soft and melodic voice that you'd forgotten how sharp it could be.

But you did your best to not let the little spot of blackness poison your thoughts. So instead you just kept moving for the Ravenclaw tower.

꧁꧂

It went by two entire days before you had the chance to speak to him again, and you offered to study once more. And to your relief, he said yes.

So you took your books in your hands that night and slipped through the shadows, down to the Slytherin's common room. You pretended to not see anyone as Blaize Zabini let you into the common room. You knew that they weren't fond of you, best friend and almost cousin to Harry Potter, friends with their pureblood Theodore Nott.

You silently thanked Blaize and he gave you a kind smile in return. Blaize was one of the few of Theo's housemates that didn't despise you. And you were grateful for that because never in your life would you want to get on his bad side.

When you opened the door to Theo's shared room, you were immediately hit by the smell of Peach tea, old books, and cologne. The smell of Theo made your ears warm and your nose take an extra deep breath, liking the comfort that it brought.

You quietly stepped inside and walked to the bed that Theo was sitting in. His back was resting on his headboard and a charms book was resting on his lap.

He didn't blink an eye when you stepped inside, but he probably didn't even hear you in the first place.

"Hello there." You smiled at him as you laid your books down on his bed. He looked up through his eyelashes and gave you a tight-lipped smile before he went back to the book, the "smile" already gone from his face.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you wished that your brain would shut up. It wasn't un-normal for Theo not to verbally answer you, but he would make it up with a warm smile or something similar.

Feeling embarrassed, you timidly sat yourself down on the foot of the soft bed, before picking up your charms book. Your finger ran up the old and flaked back of the book as you tried to concentrate.

Although you knew that you needed to study, the feeling was overpowered by the need to take find out what was through his pretty mind.

"So, how've your days been?" Theodore looked almost startled by your question as he snapped his eyes up to meet your y/e/c ones. But when he slowly lowered them again, you felt disappointed.

"It was alright. Was quiet." He answered absent-mindedly. But you smiled lightly to yourself, knowing it was probably a bit quieter when you weren't around. He told you once that he liked how you drowned out the silence from his ears.

"It was quite nice actually."Oh. It took a while for you to register his words. But you did, and for a while, you wondered if he knew what he said. It was a big concern of yours, that you talked too much that is. You thought that he at least found it bearable.

But you didn't want him to think that he hurt you, especially if he only thought about it as a mindless joke or comment, so you gave him a chuckle that felt like it would tear your throat open for blood.

Theodore heard you swallow hard, and it was obvious why. He hadn't thought about the words as they left his mouth. But for some reason, it felt like he should hurt you for what you did to him. Even I'd you were completely innocent to it.

He felt regret hit him exactly two seconds later like a punch in his gut.

He cleared his throat, and your eyes quickly shot up to him.

"I'm tired today, so you should probably leave so that I can get some sleep." He mumbled, looking you straight in the eye with those foreign, distant eyes.

You sighed in dismay, now knowing that something wasn't right.

"Theo, are you alright?" You placed your hand on his leg. Theo swallowed down the guilt he felt and gave you a pitiful nod. But the look in your eyes told him that you didn't quite believe him, and the thought of you caring so much about him made a little smile bloom on his face.

"I'm okay, I promise." He told you lowly, and you let out another sigh, nodding slightly before starting to gather your books.

You knew that he was lying, and you despised it when he lied. Because you always assumed that he would tell you if something was bothering him.

But apparently, he required time, and you were willing to give it to him. But not too much.

Because out of the personal experience, you know that suffering in silence would get you nowhere.

"Goodnight, Theo. Sleep well." You gave him a last smile but didn't stay long enough to see him give you one back.

꧁꧂

"I don't know what's going on with him, Hermione." You sighed, dragging your hands over your face. The entire ordeal was stressing you out, and you didn't know what to do about it. You would try to talk to him, that is if you could catch him since he has been avoiding you like a plague ever since that night.

Hermione sat besides you in the dining hall, a frown on her face as she thought about your situation. She watched as you concealed the lower half of your face in your sweater clad arms in despair.

"And you did try to speak to him?" She interrogated and you nodded, finding interest in one of her quills.

"Yes, but as I said I don't think that he even wants to talk about it with me." It was quiet between you for a while, and you took a small sip of your green tea.

"Maybe he just doesn't feel comfortable around me anymore. I might have said something to provoke him?" You questioned yourself and Hermione stared at you with sympathy in her eyes.

She reached forward and grabbed one of your hands in her own.

"Don't think like that, by what you have told me in the past, that doesn't sound like Theodore at all. So stop letting those harmful thoughts get to you." You looked down and your and Hermoine's tied hands, before meeting her eyes and nodding. It soothed your anxious thoughts a little, to know that you had someone that would help you through anything.

꧁꧂

The rest of the day went by slowly, as it had the other days prior. You didn't have anything to look forward to, since Theo didn't meet you after class anymore. And you were beginning to get impatient and restless, waiting for something that you weren't sure was going to happen.

You didn't have anyone to speak about music to, among every other topic that you would sit and discuss with Theo on your days. And during this time of loneliness, you realized truly how much you depended on him. He was what continued to keep your head over the water, never letting you sink under the pressure. He was what everyone would need to survive, he was like water.

And you were slowly dying without him.

You slowly rose from your bed, realizing that you couldn't lay here with your depressing thoughts. So you decided for a a stroll in the castle.

In the middle of the courtyard sat a small group of Beauxbaton girls, which were almost the only people you'd seen this entire afternoon, but oh to behold. On the other side, in the window of the wall, sat a boy with dark curly hair with his nose in a book.

And in that moment you had been patient enough.

He didn't notice when you stopped in front of him, to intertwine with the words on the pages. You didn't want to disturb him, but this time you had to put yourself first. So you loudly cleared your throat to catch his attention.

Theodore almost jumped when he heard it, and when he met your eyes he felt like his heart was jumping out of his throat. He was not prepared to see you standing in front of him.

You tilted your head as he quickly closed his book and put down his feet from the windowsill. It was an awkward silence, no one saying anything as Theodore nervously played with his fingers.

"Hi, Theo." You took the first step, wanting this game of cat and mouse to be over. He awkwardly lifted his fingers as a reply, and you frowned as he wouldn't look at you.

"Theo, I have given you time, and I don't want to pressure you but I don't think this is good for you?" You tried your best to gain eye contact, but it didn't work so you just ended up settling beside him.

"That what isn't good for me?" He sounded almost irritated and you were a bit taken back.

"That you're pulling yourself away from people, it's not healthy."

"I'm not pulling myself away from people." He nearly interrupted me, and I fretted at his words.

"So you're only pulling yourself away from me then? Why?" Theo swallowed hard at your question. He didn't dare to tell you, but he wished that he could be so selfish so that he could. But it wasn't right of him to destroy your first relationship.

"I just don't feel like talking, why can you not understand that." He told you sternly, and you saw his awkward posture and behavior melt into something harsh and hostile once again.

"I do understand, but this thing is affecting our friendship." It was quiet, and Theodore just stared out through the opposite window, not answering, or even giving a sign that he listened.

"Theodore I miss speaking to you. And I miss being with you." Theo tensed at the mention of his full name falling from your lips, and he saw you lean back as he suddenly stood up.

"Well, I can't handle you speaking to me right now. I'm tired of it, and I need space." He looked you right in the eye when he said it. And you felt your chest contract painfully as you saw no regret in his eyes.

You looked down on your lap, not knowing how to continue after your unsuccessful attempt to get him talking. And now only that but his words were beginning to hurt.

"I'm sorry Theo, I didn't want to push you." You said, your despair stuck in your throat like poison. He didn't answer, only looking down upon you with empty eyes. You tried to search for any feeling in his face, but nothing was shown, not even a small ounce of sadness.

Theodore slowly started to walk past you and you followed him with your eyes as he walked. You felt helpless and afraid. Like if you didn't do something right now, he would leave you forever.

A painful huff left Theodore's pink lips when he felt something squeezing him painfully hard around his slender waist. And he didn't have to look down to know that he would see your y/h/c hair, and he certainly didn't want to, since he would be at his knees, apologizing the second he did. So he just stood there and stared. Not move his arms to embrace you, but neither moves out of your hug.

You waited for him to embrace you like he always did. For his arms to envelope your head while he stroked your hair. But nothing came. His chest was tense against your cheek, but you didn't care. You were not going to let him go until he at least patted you on the back.

"Y/n, let go." He tried to instruct you, and he sighed when you only tighten your arms harder around him. He let his head fall to the side in frustration. It didn't matter that he liked to have your arms around him, because right now it was painful, and it was not because of your hand grip.

A spark of hope ignited in your chest as you felt him move his arms, and you felt yourself relax when his fingertips grace your sleeves.

A yelp left your throat as you felt his slender hands take a hard grip around your wrists. He easily pried your hands apart as you were in slight shock, and he swiftly threw your arms off him before storming down the corridor. Past a certain black-haired male with round glasses, with good ears to be added.

You watched him walk, to get away from you as if you were the pest. Labored breaths escaped your nose as your tears were kept at bay. Storming away from the corridor, you needed to find a place to be alone at.

꧁꧂

Later you found yourself on a stone staircase with your head leaned against Harry's shoulder and his arm wrapped around your shoulder. He tried to console your choked cries, but nothing seemed to help. He realized that this was the first time that you'd cried in front of him. Remus used to tell him how you were a sensitive child when young, but Harry would've never guessed. Especially by the lack of despair, you showed during the years that you'd known him.

A cold wind went through the open wall, and he watched as the sky cried with you.

Footsteps were heard in the distance, but your cries made you unable to hear them. Harry turned his head towards the opening as he heard someone stop in it, and was surprised to see Nott in all his glory, looking at you with guilty eyes.

Harry suspects that he didn't notice him at first because it seemed to take a second before realizing whose arms you were in. And when Theodore met his eyes, they turned into stone. But Harry wasn't blind.

He saw the heartbreak since it matched the eyes that Hermoine had for Ron after I said something idiotic.

꧁꧂

When Mattheo and Blaize entered their shared room, they were expecting to find Theodore with either you, sleeping, or his nose in a new book. Not his back faced against the door, head in his hands and elbow resting on his legs as pitiful sniffles echoed through the room.

Their conversation came to an end when they realized what was happening, and they gave each other a look before walking up to the bed.

"Nott, what's up with you?" Mattheo asked carelessly, earning a jab in the ribs.

"Don't be a twat." Blaize hissed.

Theodore quickly wiped his cheeks and eyes before sitting up in his bed, leaning his back on the head board with bent knees.

He didn't look at them.

"Nothing of your concern." His voice cracked.

He did end up telling about the things that'd happen, obviously not in detail, but enough of the story so that his two friends could understand, and later leave them alone.

Blaize couldn't decide on where to stand. Theodore was his friend, and he understood what situation he'd gotten himself into. But he also thought that Theodore had been a dick.

"Come on Nott, it's only a girl. There so much better things in the world than girls." Mattheo casually said from his bed while he changed his rooms for his evening clothes.

Blaize snorted from his place on Theo's bed, and Mattheos head emidiatly snapped towards him, sending him a deadly glare.

"Like you know how to fall in love Mattheo." Blaize adjusted his collar at the emotionless voice of Theodore, and he waited patiently for Mattheo to snap at him. But was mildly surprised when he only laughed at him.

"I'm serious, I don't know what to do. I don't even think I can do anything."

"But it's just a crush right? It will fade in time Theo." Blaize thought that he's words would bring a little bit of comfort to the distressed Slytherin. He wasn't right.

"I haven't met someone that cared for me like that since my mother died."

The room went airily quiet. And both of them turned towards Theodore, who was again carrying tears in his long lashes.

꧁Two months later꧂

Second tournament

He felt weak. And the screaming of different students around him was hurting his eardrums. He wished that he could crawl back to his bed, or maybe just to lay down on the damp wood under his feet.

Thedore looked sick. His face had gained a new gray colour to it, and usual circles under his eyes had increased tenfold. It had even gotten so bad that his clothes wasn't fitting as they should anymore.

He anxiously chewed on his nails. He hadn't caught a glimpse of you in two entire days. He was aware that you weren't talking anymore, that you haven't had an interaction since that day two months ago. But he felt guilty, but he's chance to apologize was ruined by his pettiness when he saw you in Harry Potters arms, and since then he thought that it was to late. Though it didn't stop him to keep you in check.

Ever since that day, he'd watched over you. Not following you or starring at you. Only making sure that you were still there. He remember those days that he hadn't caught a glimpse of you. He wouldn't be able to sleep, loud thoughts making it so quiet in the room as he wondered where you were.

The water started to ripple when he saw Cedric Diggory emerge with Cho Chang in his arms, your friend.

The Hogwart's students exploded in shouts and jubilation of glee as he was pulled up from the watter.

Theodore didn't give to shits about who won. The need to find you was growing by the second, making his mind go hazy.

The Durmstrangs shouted proudly as Viktor Krum came out of the water, Hermione Granger besides him, looking very confused and cold.

Another one of her friends.

Gasps, shouts and screams was heard when, instead of Harry, two girls apeared in the water.

Your head violently turned as you heard the shouts around you. And you realised quickly that you'd been rescued from the second task. But you didn't mask your confusion as you were met with a young blond girl instead of Harry, but you didn't have any time to waste so you quickly helped her towards the stand.

When you were finally dragged up people started to surround you with blankets, pats on the back, and even a few hugs from the closest.

You didn't even notice when Harry was shot up from the water since you were shaking in your shoes while feeling over stimulated by the people around you.

"Y/n!" You didn't get time to see the person that had desperately shouted your name, becuase before you even had time to think, arms had circled your neck and you were quite forcefully pulled into someone. And when your nose hit their chest you emidiatly realised who it was.

Theo was holding you in a death grip, squeezing you as you slowly circled you arms around him.

"Theo." You whispered, and with the call of his name he let you go, but he didn't leave you. He messily took of his green and grey scarf, and began to wrap it around your neck and when he was done with that he darted to quickly wipe your still wet face with hid cold hands, felling desperate to feel your skin.

"Theo." He stopped, hands shaking and eyes wide. You didn't look at him with anger. You didn't look at him with a sad eye. You looked worried. His face was slimmer and he certainly didn't look all to well. He was breathing heavily, as if he just ha been pulled out of a nightmare.

He watched intently as you raised your hand to his cheek, and butterfly erupted in his stomach. He almost wanted to cry when you stopped yourself.

You hadn't forgotten how he treated you. You wanted to, but the actions had already been done and the words had been thrown. And he hadn't even apologized.

"Nott!" Mattheo roared as the crowd started to leave and Theadore requlantly stood up before leaving you and his scarf to go to his friends. You followed him with your eyes as he got into the boat, taking some time to just look on his face.

He is so beutiful. With hid straight nose, sharp jaw and big tired brown eyes. You wanted to blame the heat on your cheeks on the drastical temperature changes, you couldn't believe that you were still so in love with him after everything he's done.

You yelped as you were hoisted up on your legs by two pair of arms and smiled when you saw a drenched Hermione and a happy Ron on your sides.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked you, not hiding her excitement.

"Yeah, Nott just hugged you infront of the entire bloody school, what's gotten into that bloke." Ron said in disbelief as you began to walk towards the boats.

"Oh don't you get Ronald, it's love." Hermione smiled happily, and you laughed as Ronald shook his head until you realised what she said.

"What do you mean by 'love'?" You eyed her carefully, but she casually ignored you as she sat down on a boat, dragging you and Ron with her.

"She has a bet with Fred and George about who's going to confess first. Fred and George thinks that Nott is going to confess first by the last trial." Ron explained, before Hermione interrupted him.

"And I believe that Theodore is going to confess sometime around the second task, more exactly, today." You looked at Hermoine with a fish mouth. In your entire time of knowing Hermoine, you have never heard her make a bet. Especially not on a so stupid thing as your love life.

"What makes you belive that? He hasn't spoken to me in two months!" You exclaimed while holding up two figners.

Hermione looked at with an odd expression.

"I'm sorry are you blind? Have you seen him the last week. He's been looking at you like a homeless kitten. It's sad really." Hermione looked forwards again and you only shook your head at her.

"But why did no one bet on me to confess first?" You slapped your hand of your mouth as you realised what you said, and Hermoine let out a gasp.

"So you do like him!?" You hushed her quickly, looking around you to make sure that no one was listening to you conversation.

"Shut it, I don't need the entire school to know." You hissed when the boat came to a stop.

"Oh belive me, the entire school does already know." Ron concluded as he stepped out from the boat. Hermione glared at him as they walked, but he only smiled lightly.

Suddenly, they stopped and you casted your eyes forwards, only to see Mattheo Riddle and Lorenzo Bekshire standing infront of you. You looked in between them quiestongly.

"Uh, hello." Lorenzo said bashfully with a smile on his face. Ron and Hemoine looked doubtfully between the two boys as they stood infront of them, Lorenzo trying to make small talk while Mattheo looked like he'd rather be anywhere else than infront of them.

"Alright that's enough." Mathheo interrupted Lorenzos talk about the weather before grabbing you by your upper arm and dragging you away from your friends.

"Come on, we need to talk." You looked in panic back towards Ron and Hermoine, who booth looked as confused as you felt. You looked at Lorenzo as he caught up with you, and gave you a bright smile, which you returned with an unsure smile from yourself.

You wanted to ask where you were going, but you didn't have to when you saw the rest of the slytherins, along with Theo standing there and talking mindlessly.

You emidiatly tensed up and tried to struggle out of Mattheos hard grip.

"Nuh uh. You two are going to speak to each other today. I'm tired of getting woken up by Notts crying in the middle of the bloody night." He mumbled, and began to drag you towards them again.

Had Theo been crying?

"Nott!" Mattheo yelled, gaining the attention of the small group. Theodore felt his heart drop when he saw who was with them. As if it were an instict, he tried to find a way out of it, not really feeling the need to meet your dissepointment for real.

But a hand on his holder stopped his head from moving around.

"Theodore, this is your only chance to make it right. You have to tell her." Blaize whispered, and Theodore pursed lips knowing that he was right. So with heavy feet, he walked up to you.

Lorenzo gave you a nodd, before walking along with the rest of the group, who was giving you strange looks before Lorenzo had started to sho them away.

It was quiet, the only thing that was heard was the splashing of the waves against the shore, and the wind blowing in the trees.

"Theodore wha-."

"How are you and Harry?" You watched as his face contorted into a fake smile, stuffing his hands even further down his black coat.

"Me and Harry?" He looked at you with his eyebrows together, as if it was obvious that it was you and Harry.

"It's... good? I'm sorry I don't really understand." Theodore sighed as he kicked in the dirt, feeling anxious towards your calculating eyes.

"Nothing."

"Are you still cold?" He asked, finally finding the courage to meet your eye once again. He swallowed hard when he saw your sad frown as you shook your head, trying to apear to be glader than you really were.

"No, your scarf is warm." Now it was your turn to look away. His big brown eyes were starring at with the same softness that you hadn't seen for two months.

"I-.. I'm sorry. I never meant to be so... distant." He chocked out. He looked like he was in pain. And he probably felt like it to. You looked at him as he swallowed and harkeld as he waited for you to say something.

"Did i do something, Theodore?" You said in low voice. For the first time ever, you felt intimidated by his precens. The way his body slightly towers your own, how his eyes constantly loomed over you face.

"No. Of course not." He sighed after a beat of silence. He took a step closer to you, not feeling comfortable to be so far away from you. An you looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Theodore, if you're going to say something i want you to say it now, otherwise I'll leave." It was quiet for a moment and Theodore felt stuck.

He watched as you sighed deeply, looking down on the ground before swiftly walking by him.

Theodore reacted instantly. Before you were able to walk any further, he quickly took a strong hold on your wrist forcing you to stop. And you ended up standing shoulder against shoulder, with his against the lake and your eyes on the leaf covored ground, turned towards the forest.

"Y/n." He said. You didn't react.

"Y/n, look at me." He sternly ordered, and you could feel that he was staring at the side of your head. His hand slightly tightened in an almost possessive way around your wrist, and you couldn't lie that it brought a nervous feeling to your stomach.

His hand slowly started to raise from your wrist, his fingertips slowly tracing the length of your arm, and you wanted to belive that you could feel the warmth of his fingertips through the layers of your soaked clothes and blankets.

"I want to be selfish." He spoke lowly and melancholy. You were confused because it didn't even sound like he was speaking to you.

His continued up towards your face, and you took a deep breath with you felt his knuckles starting to steadily graze your cheek.

"I love you."

You snapped your head towards him feeling anger rise faster than a rocket in you chest. Angry tears hung in your lashes, and maybe in different scenario you would have been happier, but your butterflies had no chance do defeat the flames of your anger.

"You're a coward." His face fell the second he heard your words.

"I know my love." He sadly smiled at me as he soothed his palm over you cheek.

"You didn't speak to me for months, only because you liked me? You hurt me, Theo." You tried to confirm what you were hearing, but it was hard to keep your voice steady.

"I didn't speak to you for months because I'm in love with you." His forehead made contact with the side of your head.

"I didn't speak to you for months because if I did I would become selfish, and if I did I would destroy everything that you and Potter have together." He slowly lowered his head, so that he could peck you by the ear before he left, but was disappointed when you abruptly pulled away from him.

"What is this constant japing about me and Harry?! I have never in my life been in love with him, let alone dating him!" You shouted, your frustration running amock as you realized how utterly dumb Theodore Nott was.

"You ignored me for two months because you thought I was in love with Harry?" You quietened down when you saw the startled eyes that Theo gave you after you shouted.

He didn't answer, only continued to stare at you with big eyes.

"Theodore Nott, if you had just told me about your feelings nothing of this would have happened. I would be yours by now if you just to-" Something warm touched your top lip, which made your voice get lost in the autumn air. Your eyes were blown wide as you saw Theo being so close to you with your eyes closed, his big hands on your cheeks and his soft lips on yours.

He slowly cracked his eyes open, and he felt his cheeks become red when he saw your pupil-blown eyes starring at him

"Close your eyes." He mumbled shyly against your lips, and when you did as he said, he collected one more kiss. This on being directly in the middle of your lips.

Your arms hung limply at your sides as you tried your best to kiss him back.

When he pulled away his breath was much shakier than he intended it to be, and he felt embarrassed when a lonely tear escaped his eye.

You quickly stood up on your toes, and kissed him right under his closed eye, tasting the salt of his tear on your lips as you pulled away.

"Theo."

"I'm sorry. I should never have done that to you."

"Theo I think I'm in love with you."

꧁ end ꧂

I think it was a little half as but whatevs

Thanks to @eunoiathewriter for helping me with the idea!

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APPRECIATION POST !!

in another words, lina loves her friends a little too much & doesn’t necessarily know the right means of expressing it </3

cass [ @misutv ] — uh im in a sappy mood so if you’re not rockin with the sap please scroll! epic, okay. hi... lol hey. thanks for pushing me to do this. now i know you know that i love you, with my chest! from when we first started talking to all these months later, that feeling hasn’t changed (even though you took two months ALLEGEDLY to warm up). i think our friendship is unique in the sense that i really never expect anything from you, when we’re on the phone or texting it feels natural and when i think of you my first thought is that i want whats best for you. isn’t that crazy? i don’t think i say it enough, but i care a lot about you—about all of you, whatever your feeling at any given moment or whatever project you chose to pursue at the time just know i’m there to back it and never expect anything from you, besides just that—you. i hope this is making some sense, knowing me this might be a bit of a mess, a ramble even. still, i think your exceptional—inside out, i’m really glad to be your best friend even if its just through some silly little app. i appreciate everything you do for me, even if i’m shit at saying so, because its baffling that you feel so inclined to dedicate some time in your day to me—i could melt i think. fair warning, i’m gonna crush your lungs at the airport. all my love loser >:)

hesther [ @hesthermay ] — how many months has it been now? hesther, you are such a solid constant in my life and i literally cannot thank you enough. from our strangely comparative music taste to the oldest sister bonding, i really feel like your the one person i can really resonate with that i haven’t met in person (yet). even if it’s weird to say, i love reading your marvel drabbles and personal pieces because it’s oddly intimate in personal in a way that implies a lot of trust. i know i can rely on you if i need anything, and vice versa. every week i pull you into my world, and the next week you pull me into yours—it’s an entertaining constant that remains me i’m not alone in my silly little struggles. i’m really glad i met you, and i’m so grateful i get to call you my friends (and i get butterflies when you call me butterfly). not to be gross but please don’t stop being you, it makes me smile, thanks hes <3 love you.

selene [ @hajigumi ] — hey whore (lovingly). we’re coming onto two months now and it doesn’t really feel like it but i guess i’ll take it. honestly, it feels like we’ve known each other for a really long time—maybe its the same timezone thing but you just feel so familiar. i get a little skippy when you tell me that i’m stuck with you because i really love being your friend, its such a comforting experience and i’ve grown such a fondness for you i don’t think will fade. you suck, frankly, for being so welcoming. i love hearing about your day, boring or not—and i’m grateful your always willing to be about mine. despite what anyone says, your a great cat mom and an even better friend... giggles... love you mwah.

ly [ @kyotarou ] — i almost typed out the govt name help... babe i love you so much. it’s impressive how you put your heart into everything you do, and it’s really shocking to me when you yourself don’t realize just how much of yourself you put into the things you do. just today when you were making those little polaroids, the dedication that you had to finish them and package them all pretty was truly heartwarming. that, among many other things—including your work which is always quality despite the seemingly mass production of it. i know your younger than me, but i aspire to be like you in that respect. your wit never ceases to amaze me and i think you were one of the first people i felt comfortable thirsting with because our taste is so similar (daishou fucker solidarity i think). i have such a strong appreciation for you as a friend and i hope it stays like that for a long time.

angela [ @oikirstein ] — i think i’m gonna take a step in the right direction and try to be civil (kidding) but bestie when you’re sending audio messages of you scream sobbing about manhwa i can’t help but giggle. something that drew me into you was your humor, because honestly, i couldn’t help but feel really comfortable with you? even one on one, its just easy to talk with you because theres always so much on your mind—so much so that it’d be impossible to be bored. NO YOU KNOW WHAT SIDETRACKING BECAUSE YOU JUST CALLED ME THE EVIL TWIN UM. angela please never change, i don’t think i could bare it. i tolerate (love) you... ig....stay swag.

violetta [ @hikariakaashi ] — once again i am tempted to pull out the govt name HELP. that’s just how comfortable we are with each other, i think. you were one of the first people to interact with me on hq tumblr, so far back that you probably remember my red/black alyssa layout lol—but thats really shocking to me because our friendship has grown so much sense then. it makes me giggle to think that i can just text you about stupid stuff and you’d tolerate it. you’re another person i feel as though i know in real life, its just so easy talking to each other, and my only hope is that we get even closer. mwah mwah!

rissie [ @levbug ] —rissie rissie rissie! i don’t care how much we slander and tease you, i love you to bits. please because you’re so funny and easy to talk to i feel like we’re besties. i could listen to you ramble for like an hour i just wanna hug you bae, thank you for being the only armin lover in the room—it makes me feel very seen. we gotta stick together >:)

rheya [ @diorpieck ] — hey rheya twirls hair...i really have a lot to thank you for because without hq radio i wouldn’t have met over half the people on this list and it baffles me how close we’ve become since. you are such a natural leader and i feel so honored i get to talk to you (the fact that you handle me is just as surprising). thanks for looking out for me and everyone else, because i don’t think we’d be where we are without you. thank you :>

jade [ @iwaizoom ] — jade i honestly do not know how to say this but apparently i’ve followed you since like last july (this is news to me too) and i’ll spare you the speech—but in short there was some fan behavior. i truly love talking to you, its so smooth and your energy is beyond welcoming. laughing at stupid shit with you makes me giggle like crazy and i’m so glad i get to call you a friend. stay in school mwah!

issy [ @cafemiya ] — hey pissie <3 i don’t know what it is but your presence is so comforting i love just talking to you, being around you, interacting—it feels like spring if that makes sense. you’ve written a lot of my comfort fics on this hellsite and for that i am permanently indebted to you. please consider this the start of my reparations and just know your existence in and of itself makes me all bubbly (lovingly) KISS!

nayru [ @luvoratomi ] — i feel like we’ve known each other forever even though it’s only been a few months. still, you’re so consistent which is something i really admire about you, your messages to ask me about my day or hanging out in the discord is so grounding because i know i can count on you—which sounds silly but just know despite the teasing i love you a lot <3

cal [ @lovekags ] — don’t tell anyone but you’re my favorite epic gamer cal, i know we just started getting close but you’re so incredibly cool and talking to you feels so natural! your raw skill in so many different areas is baffling to me and makes me all blushy lol, thanks for rockin with me and i can’t wait to see how that powerpoint turns out >:)!!

#mutual.love #the typos in this are astronomical uh #angela dni 🙁🙁#THIS MADE ME WARM AND FUZZY.#i apologize in advance bc i'm not a very gush-over-my-friends type of person #but i love them a lot #note that i adore all my mutuals these are just the weirdos i talk to on the daily giggles #KISSES YOU ALL SO HARD.#help okay #yall have seen my face and have my socials.... better stay humble

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hellishvu · 5 years ago

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Cool Off; Jeon Jungkook (R-18)

Bottom! Jungkook x Top! Male Reader

summary; when you see your kookie have a bad day and the only thing he can take it out is on you.

tags ･:*+.: angry jungkook, riding, thigh riding, rough sex, happy ending, reader wanting to comfort his bottom :(, crying (no angst crying), and spanking, degrading, punishment, reader turns evil (in a good way), evil FUCKING evil, both of you two like to sexually torture each other, ex walking in, more angry jungkook, cheating, and possession (it’s just jungkook saying he loves you and wants you and only you.)

a/n: omg this was finished for so long again but like i edited it!! i’m so glad wheww, fucking part is boring :( i’m trying to improve in that area but ahhhh it’s hard. but have a safe and horny day. i love you <333 all

“I swear to god I am going to choke someone.” Jungkook grumpily mumbles while he closes his fist. The clear bitch face has made many of his colleagues move away from him. “What’s with you?” Taehyung asks while he glares at him.

“First off, my partner didn’t do his final project part on his side. So a good student like myself I tell my professor but he didn’t raise my grade for his mistakes. Second, someone scratches my car when I was waiting for my class to start in my car. Lastly, the gym is closed so I can’t even get my frustrations out on a boxing bag or anything.” Jungkook’s face started to get heated up once again reliving the events.

“Luckily after this I can go home and scream into my pillow or something.” Jungkook throws his last few chips into his mouth. Getting up from the table he says a few quick goodbyes before he doesn’t look back at the college that has caused annoyance today.

“Hey Koo.” You looked up from the couch seeing him open the door, you saw the bold vein coming from his forehead. “Are you okay?” You asked while he closed the curtains behind you, sitting on your lap before taking off his shirt.

“Dumbass people, I’m furious.” Jungkook continues to unbuckle his pants while you hold his hand stopping him.

“Koo you know I love.. you know this.” You gestured around his very sexy abs. “But isn’t the gym the better option?” You ask before you saw his eyes turn red like fire.

“Gym. Closed.” Jungkook grits his teeth before starting to take off your clothes also. You felt some sweat in your forehead seemingly you caused him to become more pissed off.

“Okay Koo, promise we will talk about what happened after this.” You try to communicate through an furious dragon it seems like. Jungkook looks at you and nods.

Jungkook has his lips slightly open while you pull him into a kiss. Jungkook making it deeper in mere seconds, moaning in your mouth. While you help him lift himself up so you could undress your pants.

You held his hips helping him grind on your thighs, Jungkook holding onto your shoulders while he gives you a little show. “Fuck.” Jungkook hisses when his cock is fully erect grinding against his boxer fabric.

“Let me ride you. Fuck.” Jungkook drags his cock against your thigh, his pleading eyes looking at you. But Jungkook deep down didn’t want you to give him what he wants. His climax is something he wants to fight for, grind his anger away like a poor slut.

“You wanted this, did I mistake you?” You spoke in his ear as you gripped his left ass cheek Jungkook whimpering in your ear. “You think you can come in here pissy? And expect no punishment?” You kiss his collarbone giving a slight bite.

Jungkook moans out when you pull his boxer allowing your hand to touch his cock, placing your finger in his slit while he bucks his hips up. “Y/N!” Jungkook whines out, his hair covering his eyes while you chuckle darkly.

“Head up.” You kissed him again, feeling his hips stutter through the grinding motion. Jungkook feeling close to cumming but you weren’t done with him. Not in a long shot.

“Let me ride you please. Please.” Jungkook whimpers out when you place your lips on his nipples, him arching his back from the sensitivity of your warm mouth. “Y/N.” Calls out your name once again, his ears perk up when he hears the door knock.

“Who’s that?” Jungkook whispers feeling his blood start to boil. He’s naked with his very gorgeous boyfriend wanting his ass fucked and someone’s disturbing his precious time.

“I don’t know- how I am-” You stopped yourself when you heard a male voice on the other side, recognizing it too quickly.

“It’s your ex again.” Jungkook hisses while he gets off your lap. Peeking through the door, seeing the same pathetic ex once again.

“He cheated on you and now he’s preventing me to get fucked tell me one reason why I shouldn’t sock him in the face?” You swore Jungkook was about to commit murder if you didn’t answer the door for him.

Placing your shorts on quickly you open the door seeing your painful ex holding flowers. Jungkook crosses his hands on the couch waiting while his boner is still rock hard.

“Uh hey. How are you?” You awkwardly try to make conversation that’s short not wanting Jungkook to wait too long.

“I’m doing uh pretty rough. Ever since we broke up and I was-”

“Look, I can’t. I’m already taken and we are in the middle of something.”

“He should be in the middle of my cheeks right now.” Jungkook jokes around quietly while you attempt to not burst of laughter.

“Can we talk later then? Here’s my-”

“I just really think you should move on.” You slowly close the door while you look back at Jungkook. Gesturing you to come closer.

“You okay?” You ask while he pushes you on the couch. Lowering your boxers finally seeing your hard cock fling out, Jungkook biting his lip.

“Want to show you how you should be treated.” Jungkook kisses you again while you grip his ass. He’s more aggressive with the kissing but you wanted more. You bit his lower lip while you lower his boxers.

“This day was literally fucking horrible but you, holy shit you make everything better.” Jungkook confesses while you blush from the comment. Not the very attractive naked Jungkook but the kindness of his heart.

“Thank you baby.” You ran your hands on his back, softly kissing him again. Jungkook guides his cock to his hole but you stop him.

“Wait you’re not prepped.”

“I am not?” Jungkook tilts his head while you widen your eyes. “Angry fingering didn’t help my mood.” Jungkook rolls his eyes while you laugh at him.

“You’re lucky I love you.” Jungkook chuckles with you feeling his blood pressure lower. He presses your tip against his hole throwing his head back from pleasure.

Fully taking your cock he sits in your lap. Humming in satisfaction you lean back on the couch allowing Jungkook to take full control of the situation.

Jungkook starts bouncing on your cock, trying to find his own prostate. Once you tried to touch Jungkook he would throw your hands away. “No touching” he would hiss at you, making you step away.

“Come on Koo.” Your hands got closer to his ass while he rolled his hips just in the way you like it causing you to groan.

“What did I say?” Jungkook grinned knowing your body. How you like it and when you do. You moan out when he rolls his hips just right squeezing around your cock. “Moan a little louder to show him who you belong to.” Jungkook smirks when he sees the satisfaction of seeing you moan out his name.

“Fuck- Maybe I should just make you mad. Just for this.” You let your hand touch his muscular thighs while you kiss his nipples once again.

“Wa-Wait.” Jungkook whimpers out while the pleasure ruined his ego. His walls of being a semi dom were broken. “At the end of the day you’re just a stupid doll.”

“Let me please you. Please, let me use you.” Jungkook started to slowly bounce on your cock while you licked your lips. “Today was tough wasn’t it? Huh? Would riding my cock make you feel better?” You pulled his hair seeing his head raise up to look up to you.

“Oh fuck-” Jungkook moans softly while you get up making out with him. Jungkook moaning in your mouth as you started to buckle up your hips. Soon enough Jungkook got the message starting to bounce himself while you grip his ass.

The skin sounds got louder as Jungkook put more force onto your cock. You pressed your tongue into Jungkook’s mouth seeing him play with your tongue a little before biting your bottom lip. Giving you a little hint of pain.

“You’re so hard for me baby.” You rubbed the tip of his cock while Jungkook face turned with pleasure. His mouth open while you played with his cock. Jungkook tried his best to keep riding you but you could tell he needed some assistance.

Letting go of his cock you gripped his hips you began fucking him, not letting Jungkook get a moment to breath. His moans got cut off, letting out loud moans when he could. Jungkook wrapped his hands around your neck resting his head on your shoulder while you fuck into him. “I-I-I love you.” Jungkook whines out making you speed up. Jungkook widens his legs while you kissed his neck.

“Oh-Oh my god. I’m so close.” Jungkook whimpers out, seeing Jungkook’s tip leak precum on your stomach. The soft whines coming from his lips that are drooling saliva. Soon enough your hip movement turned messy, feeling close to cumming yourself.

“Do it baby. Cum for me.” You widen his ass allowing yourself to feel everything from Jungkook. He screams out while he cums on your stomach, moaning out your name his hand slacking from the lost energy.

Jungkook catches his breath, your cock now soft in him. You took a deep breath before laying down on the couch. Jungkook laying on your chest, feeling his anger go from 100 to 0 in a matter of just one sex session.

“So what happened today?” You ask while he plays with your chest. Still seeing his sticky cum on your chest.

“I’ll tell you in the shower. Let’s go. But thank you for helping me.”

“As long as my Koo is feeling better.” You kiss him as he woddles to the bathroom while you laugh at him.

“This is your fault!” Jungkook yells out, you grabbing him and helping him to the bathroom. “I love you.” You cover him in kisses while he whines and giggles.

“Love you too.. you big horny fuck.” Jungkook wraps his hand around your neck. He smooches you hissing from the soreness of his legs.

“I’m the horny one?!” You tilt your head while Jungkook couldn’t breath from laughing.

#bts x male reader #bts jungkook #jungkook x male reader #kpop x male reader #bts smut #bts mlm #kpop mlm

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hinatas-sunshine · 4 years ago

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Synopsis: Hello!I hope you’re having a good day, if it’s ok can I request a Bnha head cannon for Kiri,Bakugo and Shoto for a s/o that bakes and one day makes cookies that resemble them in their hero costume - @lazyfiresuitcasehero

Genre: Fluff

A/N for Requester: HEY this is so cute I was so excited to write abt this when I saw it and I’m so glad you give me some wordeful headcanons 🥺❤️ you’re the kindest hehe

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this request! I hope you’re having a good day! KITHES! Requests are open! ❤️

Bakugo:

• Baking was usually a thing you did was Bakugo

• So when he got back to the dorms after training and the smell of sweets hit his nose, he stormed to the kitchen

• You smiled sweetly at him hands behind your back, this struck his curiosity

“What are you hiding?”

• You smiled and bounced excitedly

“Ta-Da!”

• He saw a small cartoon replica of him in your hands, in the shape of a cookie

“That’s not the only one!”

• Behind you there was a Denki chomping on a mini Bakugo

“Tastes sweet, something Bakugo isn’t.”

“OI! Shut up dunce face!”

• You giggled as Bakugo angrily bit into his look alike cookie you had handed him, his angry features being taken over by a soft one

“This is so good..”

“Thank you!”

• You smiled and tightened your cute apron before continuing to roll more cookie dough to make cut outs

“Ba-ku-go!”

• You placed the letters in order on the tray, and Bakugo turned away blushing

“Go shower you stink I can smell you all the way from over here!”

“Shut up woman!”

• With that he sprinted up the stairs to get shower like you said

• Denki walked over to the tray to grab another cookie while you were taking the ones you just baked out from the oven

“No!” *slap*

• Denki rubbed his stinging hand frowning as you sighed and handed him two messed up cookies

• With that he ran off

“Look! Y/n gave me cookies!”

“Huh? Y/n?! What about me?!”

• Mina ran in as you smiled at her

“Go take one of Denki’s I gave him two.”

• Bakugo was confused on why the two were fighting each other on the couch and you were placing the letter cookies in the oven and going back to icing the cookies

• But the confusion turned into a surprised one when he saw you frosting little blasty cookies 🥺

“Why are you making so many cookies about me?”

• You turned to look at him, setting the frosting down

“Why? Do you not like them? Is it creepy? It is isn’t it. Oh my gosh.”

• You turned and smashed a Bakugo cookie with your fist causing him to jump back

“What the hell woman?! I was just asking what spiked your interest to want to make me into a cookie Damn it!”

• Denki came in to swoop up that cookie your crushed

“Oh... well, I was bored and I saw someone on Pinterest do it.”

• Pinterest... you and Pinterest man you always did things right away when you saw a cool idea

“Y/n will you make Denki cookies next?!”

“Sur-“

“In your dreams dumbass!”

Kirishima:

• He loved your baking

• If he was having a bad day, it’s like you somehow knew and he’d come back to the dorms to see you baking something for him

• Today was a specifically bad day, sparring didn’t do as planned, his quirk was out of control and Bakugo was in a pissy mood too worsening things for him

• All he wanted to do was go back to the dorms and sleep

• Upon entering the dorms he was tackled in a hug

“You’re back! I missed you!”

• Kirishima slowly took you off, automatically happy with your presence

• His pure happiness, you. You always knew how to change his mood any time he was upset

• You bounced on your feet before showing him a tiny baggie wrapped nicely

“What’d you bake this time y/n?”

“Open itttt!”

• He laughed at your excitement and opened the bag to pull out an cool looking R and a cartoon cookie version of him in his hero costume

“This is so badass!”

“Yeah!?”

“Hell yeah!”

• He placed a kiss on your forehead and looked at the cookies walking into the kitchen with you following behind him

“You baked more?!”

“I had too much dough.”

• He looked at you shoving something behind your back

“What was that?”

“Huh? Nothing..”

“Y/n.”

• He took the tray behind you and saw a bunch of messed up cookies

“Why is my head smaller than the rest of my body?!”

“That’s the reject pile babe.”

• He laughed picking one up

“My chest doesn’t look like this!”

“I went off a picture of you and I got distracted by your abs Shut Up!”

• Now he was full on cackling making you smile as he bit into it, his smile fell

“This is so good.”

• He shoveled cookies into his mouth

“Slow down! They’re not going anywhere!”

• He stopped and turned to look at you, as you frantically gave him some water

• He took it and placed it on the counter leaning down to wrap his arms around your waist

• The change of behavior threw you off but you weren’t complianing as you wrapped your arms around him too

• Nuzzling his face into your neck placing small innocent kisses he whispered

“Thank you.”

• You smiled stroking his hair

“Don’t worry about it, I had fun.”

• He lifted his head

“No, thank you. I was having the worst day and... everything you do and everything about you just knows how to make those problems seem like nothing.”

• Placing a kiss on his lips that he gladly returned you smiled warmly whispering to him

“You’re welcome my love.”

• The moment was ruined by Sero pushing past you two and taking the tray of cookies

“Sorry I’ll be taking these...”

“No they’re mine”

“They don’t have your name on them.”

“They LITERALLY are of me.”

Todoroki:

• He knows you love baking, especially for everyone in the dorms

• But with the sports festival coming up, he knows you are a tad bit more on edge than usual

• And he knows how you are when on edge

“Y/n? Why are you up? It’s 3 AM.”

• You stopped anxiously folding the dough before you looked at him

• You looked sleep deprived... like a raccoon

“Let me just finish baking this and then I’ll go to bed.”

• He sighed and nodded, he knew there was no arguing with you because you would only ignore him and continue

• You went back to cutting the shape carefully while he looked at you worriedly

“Don’t people usually train rather than bake of a sports festival is coming up...”

• He whispered to himself before seeing you smile to yourself, and that smile was all he needed to know you’ll be just fine

• The next morning you, completely sleep deprived charged into his room seeing him just waking up

“Good morning!”

• He sat up as you closed his door and jumped onto his bed, a small container in your hands

“I would say good morning to you but it doesn’t look like you slept.”

• You giggled scratching the back of your head sheepishly before handing him the small container

• He took it and opened it, seeing small cartoon replicas of him frosted perfectly, of him smiling, him using his quirk and him just looking serious

• He smiled and looked at the other ones of just fire and ice that he gladly but into and tried

“Do you like them?”

“I love them, and I’d love for you to get some sleep.”

• You nodded and took the container placing it on his nightstand

• Even with the light shining in from his room you still laid down closing your eyes, about ready to knock out cold for awhile

“What made you want to bake cookies of me?”

“I just love you, and with the sports festival coming up I know you’re really strong. I’m excited to see you fight and I wanted to do something for you.”

• He looked at your closed eyes, without knowing it you were smiling as you went on about how much you admired him

• He leaned down and kissed you, catching you off guard but regardless you kissed him back

“And you’ll do amazing as well.”

“Psh, yeah okay.”

• With that you nuzzled your head into his chest hugging him while he placed an arm around you

“Hey y/n can I have some of these Todoroki cookies?”

“Shhh Deku she’s asleep-“

“OI! WHERE DID ALL THE EGGS GO!? IT WAS YOU WASN’T IT DEKU?!”

“K-Kacchan!? No! I just woke up!”

“Wake her up! She has to go buy eggs!”

“Wake me up Bakugo. Do it. Wake me up.”

• He left you alone after that 😃

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solasan · 5 years ago

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96 + june & adam 👀

angst/fluff prompt list

96 — “can’t you stay a little longer?”, late book 2

The Agency’s medical facilities have a lot going for them, obviously, being super-secret government-run places that cater almost exclusively to the equally-super-secret supernatural patrons of the world. The law of super-secret government agencies says that they have to be pretty well put-together, y’know? Captain America wasn’t made in, like, a garage. Iron Man doesn’t get treated in a public hospital. Batman never got himself stitched up in the parking lot of a Denny’s, or anything.

So, yeah, they’re top-notch. Grade A, or whatever. But they’re still indentured to the general rule of all hospitals and hospital-adjacent facilities worldwide, so— like, the food fucking sucks.

Which wouldn’t be a problem, normally. Except that Adam’s still laid-up from what the Trappers did to him — which June is still very carefully Not-Thinking about, because she’s very good at Not-Thinking about these kinds of things — and she’s obviously not about to, like, leave him, or whatever, even if he did have to be moved to the main Facility to be monitored. Which means, y’know. She’s stuck with shitty food.

Today’s fare had been a choice between soggy salad or soggy casserole, and June’s not a rabbit, thank you, so casserole it is.

Or— probably casserole it is. She’s not, like, actually sure? It’s kinda stodgy and stiff, and she’s pretty sure casseroles aren’t supposed to be like that, but then what would she know? She hasn’t had casserole since the week after Dad’s funeral, when it was all they ate, ‘cause Rebecca couldn’t get out of bed to cook.

She heaves a sigh, shakes her head, and knocks on Adam’s door. Only obviously, Adam isn’t the one to open it.

Elidor’s lips are twitching, but there’s a stern line to his brow when he looks at her that really isn’t encouraging. “He’s sleeping, June. Go back to the cafeteria.”

“Ugh, I can’t. It’s too quiet.”

“It’s quiet in here, too. He needs his rest.”

“I know.” June grins up at him, batting her big brown eyes that way she’d perfected by the time that she was twelve and Miss Lewis caught her carving binary translations of swear words into the underside of her desk. “Look, I’ll be real good, okay, I promise. And c’mon, who’s gonna know?”

“I’ll know.”

“Yeah, yeah, you will... But! We’re friends, Elidor. Right?”

He stares down at her for several very long moments, blinking slowly like she’s a special kind of idiot — which, ouch, she has an IQ of 163, thanks— before he sighs. Only after giving a careful look over his shoulder does he say, “you promise to be quiet, June?”

June mimes locking up her lips, then throwing away the key.

The corners of Elidor’s mouth jerk, and she grins triumphantly, her smile only growing when he sighs and opens the door wider. “I’m going to be making the rounds, but I’ll be back in an hour. Behave, alright? He’ll never get out of here if you and your team don’t let him heal.”

Which officially has her mood plummeting, but alright. She nods, face as solemn as can be, and with one last careful look, Elidor lets her through and leaves, shutting the door quietly behind him.

The room is pretty small, when she steps into it. Cold, too. Doesn’t Adam mind? Or do vampires not get cold? She’ll have to ask — probably not now, though. Nate usually answers her questions… he might not mind.

The floors are some kinda fake-wood linoleum, and they squeak under her sneakers as she crosses the space to settle in the plastic chair set up by the side of Adam’s bed. There’s a dog-eared copy of Wuthering Heights and a mostly-empty mug of tea on his bedside table, so Nate was probably the last one in here. Hopefully he also doesn’t mind her taking his space.

Bed doesn’t look comfortable, she thinks, wrinkling her nose at the thin-looking sheets by Adam’s feet. How’s he not going totally crazy?

Because he did go a little crazy when they told him they’d be moving him. To keep an eye on you, Elidor had said, and you’d have thought someone had shot Adam, the way he reacted.

Well, no. June has shot Adam, and he, like, barely reacted at the time, so...

Still. You get it.

She has to inhale carefully and clench her jaw before she can force herself to look at his face. He’s less fucked up than he was, at least; vampire healing’s nothing to sniff at. But one of his eyes is still a little swollen, his cheekbone the lurid yellow of a mostly-healed bruise, and her chest twinges at the sight.

Stupid. She’s really fucking stupid. Especially since this is, like, at least fifty percent her fault.

But that’s not a thought she likes to linger on, really, so June does what June always does: she pushes it away, swallows, and bottles it up somewhere it’ll never see the light of day.

The casserole is just as disappointing as it’d looked, and she pokes at it disinterestedly, nose wrinkled, daydreaming idly about the Chinese place around the corner from her apartment, chicken chow mein and dumplings steaming on the tongue.

As soon as Adam’s healed up, she’s heading back to her place and absolutely splurging on as much takeout as she can carry. No one can say shit about it, either, because she’s going actually batshit as things are, and if they do, she might just hit them.

After a little while more of pushing about mushrooms and what might be beef with her fork, she gives it up as a lost cause and drops the bowl on Adam’s bedside table, swiping up Nate’s book with her other hand and rearranging herself on the rickety plastic chair so that her feet are on the seat, knees drawn up to her chest.

Only it turns out Wuthering Heights is, like, super fucking depressing. Like, seriously? This is the kinda stuff Nate reads? He’s so… not happy-go-lucky, but nice. Serious, for sure, but not depressed.

Probably.

Well.

Okay. She can’t actually pass judgement on that, since she’s been carefully-cultivating herself so that no one would guess at the bottles of zoloft in her medicine cabinet since she was, like, seventeen, but still. It’s a surprise, kinda.

Her cheeks puff out as she exhales, blowing a raspberry that’d shame any toddler, before resettling herself in the chair again. Maybe she’s just not comfortable enough?

“Bad book?”

“Jesus!”

Her and the chair very nearly become intimately acquainted with the floor, and it’s only by mercy of her quick thinking that she manages to hook her hands onto the foot of the bed, steadying the seat before she can embarrass herself even more.

And— did Adam just laugh?

June blinks at him owlishly, taking in his sleep-mussed hair, his hazy green eyes, the ever-so-faint quirk of his lips. He— that might have been a laugh. A very, very quiet one, but—

She grins, positively fucking buoyant. If someone tossed her into a river right now, not only would she float, she’d fly. “How long have you been awake, asshole?”

He pulls a face that she’s never seen before, nose scrunching up beautifully, and Jesus Christ, what she’d give for a camera right now. “I do not know. Not long.”

“Not long,” she repeats. Then, leaning in conspiratorially, she whispers: “Were you spying on me?”

“No!” he half-yelps, his eyes green and wide and green. “I would— I would never do such a thing.”

June laughs, her heart doing something funny behind her ribs. “Alright, old man, chill. I was kidding.”

“Yes, well I was— not. Kidding.” He purses his lips, eyes narrowing as he seems to run over that sentence in his head, and then he sighs. “At any rate, you did not seem to be enjoying it.”

“Enjoying it?”

“The book.”

“Oh! Right. The book.” She clears her throat. Seriously, he is way too distracting. “Weeeeeell. I know it’s high-brow reading, but — and don’t tell Nate I said this — it’s a little boring.”

His face contorts into a vague approximation of his usual frown, and he goes a little cross-eyed as he squints at the cover. “Wuthering Heights is not boring.”

“Oh, so you’ve read it? Wait, that’s a dumb question, of course you have. You’re a trillion years old.”

He huffs through his nose in that maybe-laugh way again. “Not a trillion.”

“Basically a trillion.” She tilts her head at him, setting the book down where it was. “You doing okay?”

“Hm. I would be doing much better if they would let me out of this bed.”

“Well, no, you’d probably be doing much worse. Let the medical professionals do their jobs, idiot.”

Adam scowls properly then, but it didn’t exactly intimidate her when he was upright and unhurt, so it definitely doesn’t intimidate her now. He’s kinda like a pissy kitten, she thinks, eyeing his messy hair and trying not to laugh. A puffed up, super pissed, super adorable little six-foot-something kitty.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” he grumbles, eyes locked on a spot somewhere over her left shoulder.

“Like what?”

“Like that,” he says expansively, jerking his hand in the rough direction of her face.

“‘Cause that explains everything. Man, how much DMB do they have you on?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

She laughs properly then, and his gaze snaps back to her all at once, the line between his eyebrows smoothing out as his whole face softens. “Aren’t people supposed to be less grumpy on painkillers? Like, I’ve seen the wisdom teeth videos. Aren’t you supposed to be all dopey and nice?”

Adam blinks at her for several very long moments. “I do not have wisdom teeth.”

“What, seriously?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Like, at all?”

“At all,” he agrees with sickening pride, jaw cracking around a yawn.

“Damn,” June sighs. “You’re so lucky. I had wisdom teeth, right, but I had to get them removed when I was nineteen. I think I’ve still got the video from after somewhere— God, okay, I have to delete that before Farah ever finds out.” Straightening in her seat, she points a finger at him, giggling when his eyes cross as he tries to focus on it. “Don’t. Tell her, okay?”

“Alright,” he says readily, narrowing his eyes at her finger. “I will not tell her. What am I not telling her?”

“Precisely.”

Adam frowns. “What?”

The door clicks open before she can respond, and she blinks innocently up at Elidor, who’s already sighing.

“June, you said you would let him sleep.”

“I did. I did say that. And I did also let him sleep— he woke up on his own, Scout’s honour.”

“You were a Scout?” Adam asks.

“Uh— technically? No.”

And— and at that, Adam laughs. It’s such a cute little laugh, too, a slightly-dazed little snorting giggle, and whatever she was about to say next literally does not matter, the whole world does not matter, because that is, officially, the best sound June has ever heard. Her heart tries to throw itself out through her sternum and into his hands, and she doesn’t even blame it, because holy shit. How has she been living her whole life not knowing he could laugh like that? Jesus fucking Christ.

Elidor snorts. “Okay, while this is all very sweet and everything, you,” and here he gestures to Adam, “need to rest, and you,” he points at June, “need to let him rest.”

“Uh—” June swallows, clears her throat. “Right. Yeah.”

So sue her, she’s still a little wrapped up in the way Adam had laughed. It’s very fucking understandable, in her opinion.

Adam frowns, hand reaching out clumsily to catch with hers, and this time her heart is trying to worm its way up through her esophagus, she swears to God. “Can you not stay a little longer?”

Her brain has… broken, a little bit, perhaps. Which is why it’s probably for the best that Elidor sweeps in, shaking his head. “I’m afraid she can’t, Agent du Mortain.”

He grumbles.

“Look, I’ll be back, okay?” June offers when her tongue decides to work again, swallowing thickly around the heart she can still feel beating in her throat. “Right, Elidor?”

Elidor sighs, eyeing the two of them and their hands, which are — somehow — still joined. “If I say yes, will you be good about leaving?”

“Absolutely.”

“Alright, then. She’ll be back, Agent du Mortain.”

She squeezes his palm with her fingers, and Adam finally relents with a sigh. “Alright, then. Goodbye, June.”

#chuckhansen #answered #my writing #ch: june lovelace #sh: du mortain x detective #this is 2k of dumb plotless fluff but i love them #also it is like. definitely not canon compliant but i do not CARE it was needed #thank u sm for asking airika !!!!!!!!!!!

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btsrmono · 5 years ago

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Trial & Error | chapter 12

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student Side Pairs: main x taehyung,, main x (nct) jaehyun

PART 11

The next morning you, of course, woke up with a raging headache. Your eyes were still closed but you could feel the sunlight illuminating on you. You knew the only way to fully wake up was to open your eyes and once you did, boy, were you confused.

Low and behold was none other than Park Jimin sitting in a chair in front of you. He was in his pajamas, face looked to be freshly washed. Once seeing that you were awake, he squinted his eyes at you, bitterly.

“Really, y/n?” he started.

You groaned, already knowing where this was headed. “Ugh, Jimin, please. My head hurts.” You took one of his pillows lying amongst you on his bed and laid it on top of your face, blocking out the light once again.

“Yah!” He snatched the pillow away, tossing it at the end of his bed frame. “You need to wake up, miss.”

Upon him saying this, you began to feel sick as you held your stomach with one hand and your burning forehead with the other. Quick as lightning, Jimin picked up a small trash bin that you never noticed was sitting at the bed’s side and placed it in front of you. It was as if on queue that you began to throw up in it. By time you were finished, Jimin looked, rightfully, disgusted. This embarrassed you.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, wiping the left corner of your mouth. “Let me get that.” You reached for the trash can but Jimin yanked it away.

“No!” he refused. “It’s alright, I know what I was getting myself into when I bought you here last night. Just stay put and rest please while I go finish your soup.”

He hurriedly stood up and exited the room, trash bin in hand, without even letting you get so much as a “Thank you” in.

As he left the room, your shoulders slumped. This was high-key weird, given he lied to you about his whereabouts. But since he was taking care of you, which he didn’t have to do, you felt it would be rude to confront him at that time.

After a few minutes of waiting around for him, you started to search for your phone to check the time, only to realize that you didn’t have it. Before going into complete panic mood, you called out Jimin’s name, thinking maybe he had it.

He came back into the room about a minute later, a steaming bowl of soup in hand. “Jesus, y/n, you can’t rush hangover soup.”

“No, it’s not that. Do you know where my phone is?”

His eyes widened at you as he placed the soup on his nightstand. “You don’t have it?”

“Oh, brother.” You were trying your best not to freak out. “This isn’t good. Do you have Johnny’s number?”

Nodding his head, he said yes as he proceeded to take his phone out of the pockets of his sweatpants and dialed Johnny’s number. Once Johnny answered, Jimin tossed his phone to you.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Johnny? This is y/n.”

You heard his laugh from the other line and a more cheerful tone suddenly appeared. “Oh, y/n! What’s up? Dude, you got so lit last night.”

You rolled your eyes at the reminder of your irresponsibility. “I know but now I lost my friggin’ phone. I was wondering if you’ve seen it at your uncle’s place by chance?”

“Yes!” he responded almost right away. “I’ve been trying to get ahold of you to let you know that Jaehyun has it.”

You paused momentarily, wondering how that happened, until of course, all of the memories hit you at speed of light. “Oh... Jaehyun. Of course.”

As soon as Jaehyun’s name was mentioned, Jimin grew a strange look on his face. You, on the other hand, were more worried about having to see Jaehyun again. Mostly because you were. actually sober now and partially because ever since last night, you now had a small crush on him.

“Yeah, hes got it,” Johnny responded. “But if you wanna get it back today, I suggest you come get it soon because we have a schedule in a little bit.”

You sucked your teeth, cringing at the thought of having to see him again but knowing that you didn’t have much of a choice. “Okay, I’ll be over there asap.”

“Ok! But we’re back at our dorm now so I’ll just text Jimin’s phone our address.”

“Alright, thank you, Johnny.”

“No problem.”

You waited for Johnny’s text to go through before writing down his address on paper. As you gave Jimin his phone back, you couldn’t help but notice the look he was giving you. “What?” you wondered. “Is something on my face?” You bought your hand up, ready to feel anything unusual but Jimin stopped you.

“No, your face is fine. But you’re not going anywhere without eating this soup first.”

Yikes. You felt bad for forgetting about that already. Plus he was right. One: You needed it. Two: It would be rude to just up and leave like that.

He handed you the bowl as you gave him a thankful smile. “You’re right,” you spoke. “Jimin, thank you so much. I really appreciate it, you didn’t have to do this.”

“Duh, I did,” he replied, taking a seat next to you. “You’re like my best friend, I need to take care of you.”

You sighed a sigh of relief when hearing him confirm that but at the same time, you still couldn’t help but wonder why he lied to you.

As you started to sip on the soup, you contemplated about it while he just went on about God knows what that happened the night before. It was when he went silent, waiting on you to react to his story that you realized you hadn’t been listening to a word the whole time.

He stared at you.

“Oh, I...” You awkwardly chuckled.

“Come on, y/n. What’s wrong, just tell me.” He sighed, clearly annoyed at you. “You don’t seem interested.”

“No, I am!” you declared. “I was just... distracted.” Which wasn’t a lie.

He looked at you, not believing your excuse. “Whatever,” he mumbled, standing up. “Just get back to Jaehyun.”

“Jaehyun?!” Out of shock, you too, stood just as Jimin rolled his eyes and began to walk out the room.

However, you demanded a reason for him mentioning Jaehyun like that so you followed his steps. “What does Jaehyun have to do with anything, Jimin?”

You both approached the kitchen.

“Y/n, I really don’t feel like having this conversation.”

You threw your arms up, incredulously. “Then you should have never brought it up!” you yelled, taking a seat at one of the chairs opposite of Jimin at the counter island. “Make it make sense.”

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes in frustration. “Listen. I just want you to be taken care of. That guy is gonna have no time for you, his group is too busy and you’ll never see him. Plus, he’s an asshole.”

He then turns around to dig through his cabinets for some utensils as you sat there, dumbfounded. “Why are you mentioning him ‘taking care’ of me?” you quoted. “I don’t even know him, Jimin.”

“Well, from the outside, looking in, it sure doesn’t seem that way, no?”

Okay, now you were just annoyed. You had no idea why he cared so much.

“Next time,” he continued, “don’t stick your tongue down a mans throat that you don’t know.”

“JIMIN!” You gasped in complete shock. Had he really just said that to you?

You can tell by the looks of it that he instantly regretted letting those words slip out of his mouth as he closed is eyes and sighed. However, you were so mad to the point that you didn’t care.

“Y/n,” he started, speaking in a low voice. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

“No, fuck you, Jimin,” you said, standing up. “You know something? The only reason I was at that stupid party was because you lied and said that you were going to be away so forgive me for having nothing better to do but at least I’m not a liar.”

“I can explain that—”

“Like I give a damn about your explanation now, you can keep that, I don’t care anymore. I’m leaving.”

As you start to approach the door, Jimin quickly ran around the island to grab you by your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

“Please,” he begged. “I don’t want you to be mad at me, I just... I want you to be careful, seriously. Jaehyun is known to be a heartbreaker.”

Rolling your eyes, you snatched you arm away. “Oh, cut it. This isn’t about Jaehyun anymore and you know it.”

Jimin was obviously jealous that you were finally making new friends, which you guess he assumed would mean less time for him. But it didn’t excuse him basically slut shamming you over it. Like you said, you barely knew the guy. It was just a one time thing.

And hopefully to be second...

But it was just a one time thing and you were both drunk so did it truly count? Plus, you were only getting your phone back from him, what’s the most that could happen?

“Y/n.”

“I’m leaving, Jimin. Call me when you get your shit together. You’re in way too much of a pissy mood right now.”

You leave Jimin alone to reflect on his words and you leave the apartment building to catch a cab straight to the boys dorms.

Thankfully, the ride was quite lengthy so you had some time to calm down by the time you arrived. After paying the the driver and exiting the car, you wasted no time going upstairs as you searched for apartment 307. After knocking several times, Johnny finally answered the door.

“Y/n!” he exclaimed. “So nice for you to finally show up,” he joked, giving you space to walk pass him.

You laughed as you walked in, quickly taking your shoes off at the front.

“Listen,” you started. “You guys live like a whole 30 minutes from our school and, like, every other student.”

He tilted his head in thought as he crossed his arms. “Yeah, that’s true. It’s cause they don’t want fans to find us.”

“They?” you questioned, taking a seat on the nearest couch.

“Yeah, S.M,” he clarified.

“Oh, right. You guys are signed to them.”

“Well,” he said. “Not to brag or anything but.”

He sarcastically shrugged, making you giggle as you took a look around at the place. “That sure does explain why you guys have such a nice crib.” It wasn’t the biggest but it was still very modern, up-to-date. Clean. Somehow, the fact that it was clean was the most shocking part to you.

“Yeah, it’s what we like to call the S.M budget.” He then, however, rolled his eyes and began to mumble to himself. “They’re still not shit, though.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I heard that,” you informed him.

“Ah, damn. Act like you didn’t.”

“Deal. If you give me my phone back.”

“Oh, right!” He suddenly remembered. “Jaehyun, hurry up!” He turned back to you then smiled. “He’ll be right out.”

And sure enough, he came out just a few seconds later, your phone in hand.

As your eyes landed on one another, you both couldn’t help but blush, recalling the event that took place the night before.

“Hi,” he greeted you, softly.

“Hi,” you responded.

Johnny looked at you both weirdly, wondering why you guys were acting so strange. There was a pause of silence before Jaehyun realized he still had your phone.

“Oh!” he spoke up, giggling. “Here’s your phone back.” He approached you to get closer and as he handed back the device, his soft hand brushed each against yours, slightly.

“Uh,” you began. “I should probably get going then.” You stood you, ready to leave when Jaehyun stopped to question you.

“Wait, why the hurry?”

“Uh, don’t you you guys have a schedule or something?”

He shook his head, yes. “Yeah, but not u til 12:30. It’s only 9.”

“Oh...”

He chuckled. “What, in the rush to get back to Jimin?” he joked.

As he and Johnny then laughed, you looked between the both of them, conflicted. What was it with them?

“Not you too,” you hummed to yourself.

“Me ‘too’?”

But alas, he heard. Of course.

“Nothing,” you lied. “It’s nothing.

Jaehyun stares at you, half smirking, half squinting. He obviously was not buying it. “Wow,” he uttered. “I can’t believe he’s still mad at that.”

Johnny laughed. “Dude, it was only last year.”

“Shut up, Johnny, that is a long time ago.”

You weren’t sure what they were talking about but a year ago really wasn’t too long ago. Of course you were curious about what happened but at the time, you wasn’t really sure if you wanted to know.

You kinda liked Jaehyun now and you wanted to continue to crush on him in peace. Without having to be faced with the dirt from his past. All you knew, it was just that. His past. And you all have one, what mattered to you was the present and from what you were seeing, Jaehyun a pretty nice guy.

And cute. So cute. You just really could not stop yourself from smiling whenever you looked at him. He must have noticed this becausehe stopped talking mid sentence and smiled back at you.

He cocked his head. “Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?”

You nodded your head before standing up to follow him into what appeared to be his bedroom. Once you were both inside, he closed the door so that Johnny wouldn’t hear you two.

“Um, I was not expecting you to see my room this early on,” he joked.

At first, you didn’t get it but it only took you a second to catch on, making you laugh. “I wasn’t expecting to, either,” you played along.

“Yeah, the same way I wasn’t expecting us to kiss last night.”

You sucked your teeth, pouting out your lips, finding the reminder to be quite awkward as you slipped your hands into the back of your jean pockets. “Ooh. Yeah. Sorry. I was—I was drunk last night, I shouldn’t have—”

“Woah, wait, don’t be sorry,” he interrupted, looking down at you. “I enjoyed it. I know we weren’t completely sober but I do remember enjoying it.” He giggled. “Plus, I’m the one that kissed you, remember?”

“Yeah. So don’t be ashamed of it,” he giggled, quickly brushing over your chin with his thumb.

“I’m not ashamed of it.”

You never really knew the extent of how charming Jaehyun could be. You mean, it’s not like you ever really knew him or saw him around too often. As far as you were concerned, he didn’t even talk much. He was just some boy who everyone would talk about and lust over.

You had to admit, you definitely saw what they were seeing in him now.

“Hey,” he spoke up. “Y/n, I know that I don’t know you too well but... I-I would really like to.”

For the first time that you’ve been around him, Jaehyun appeared to be a little nervous. You found this to be so cute.

“I would like to get to know you, too, Jaehyun.”

He smiled a smile of relief then took a deep breath. “I know this may be sudden but... tomorrow? Can you meet me here at 12?”

You sighed. 12, of course he would say that, it was just your luck. “I’m sorry, I cant make 12. I promised my mom I’d go to this play with her that starts in the afternoon.”

You were frowning, however, Jaehyun looked lost for a moment before raising his eyebrows in realization. “Oh, Y/n, I meant—I meant 12 am.”

“Oh!” You were shocked. This sure was a first. “12... a.m.... Y-you mean like morning? Ha... Like.... the first hour of the day 12?”

He shrugged, seemingly feeling rejected. “It’s okay if you can’t make it, I’d get it. It’s just, that’s the only free time I have...”

You started to understand. He was in NCT, he was indeed a busy man. You felt for him.

“It’s ok,” you replied in a calmer tone. “I’ll be there.”

Suddenly, he smiled, not having expecting you to actually agree.

As he you gave him your phone to lock his number in, now the only thing you could think about was how the hell were you going to be able to sneak out the house at 12am?

CHAPTER 13

A/N: bruh not even related to this fic but like real life, this whole situation with 97 line has been stressing me out I really hope everyone of them are doing ok mentally right now <3 Anyway, thanks for reading!

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soybeantree · 5 years ago

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revenant

pairing: grimreaper!do kyungsoo x cemeteryworker!(reader) genre/warning: eventual fluff word count: 2k+ description: the surplus of spoopy ghost dramas as of late brought this little gem around. totally normal for a paranormal story in january, right? a/n: january installment of our ‘trying to write a kyungsoo story for every month that he is gone’ series. hana promises that there will be a part 2 because b if there ain’t imma flip. she loves the angsty cliff-hangers. i HATE them. - em

Your mother always said the benefits to living in a rich city were innumerable. That’s a bit strong of an adjective, but you can agree that there are many benefits. You have access to great shops and great food, top rated schools, and the city is beautiful. Every building, street, and sign look like they were plucked from some children’s book. The city officials take great pride in the city’s appearance. Too much pride though, which is why you’re waking up at 9:30 in the evening for your 10:00 shift at the cemetery. The cemetery is one of the city’s top tourist attractions. The above ground mausoleums, the grand tombstones dating back centuries, they draw in countless visitors each day. As such, the city officials expend great effort and money to maintain the grounds and keep the stone gleaming. However, since appearance is everything, the cemetery’s caretakers, aka you, your father, and your grandmother before him, must only work at night. After all, what tourist wants to see a sweaty, mud-begrimed worker pushing a cart around the cemetery?

Despite the ridiculousness of the arrangement, you enjoy working at night. Grabbing a beanie, you pull it over your ears as you head out. A thin fog is your only companion as you walk the short distance to the cemetery’s back entrance. The lack of tourist makes your work easier and more bearable. If you had to do double duty as caretaker and tour guide, many tourists would find a new home in a mausoleum. Another benefit is the hefty paycheck. The extra money though is due less to working at night and more to the fact that the cemetery is haunted. Heading towards your tool shed, which is cleverly disguised as a mausoleum, you pass several spirits. The newer ones acknowledge you with a nod while the older ones wander by lost to themselves. During your school days, your classmates gave you a wide berth. They held the ignorant opinion that spirits followed you to school. However at that point, they would have had to follow your dad home then attached themselves to you then follow you to school. None of which made any sense. Ghosts rarely travel far from their resting place. Explaining that to your schoolmates though was a waste of breath, so you stopped. The caretaker position became yours by default. You went away for a few years after college, but real world jobs are too boring. When you came back, the city council all but kissed your feet. The slew of caretakers who came in after your father retired had lasted only days at a time. The cemetery was a mess. The city council was at its wits end. You could have asked for anything. In the end, you settled for the fat paycheck and complete autonomy. Pulling out your cart, you begin your work. The fog slips through the cemetery obscuring the paths and adding to the whole eerie haunted vibe. Your feet know the pathways, and you hum to yourself as you walk. On today’s “to do” list, you have polishing the mausoleums by the eastern entrance. Some city council dweeb had complained that they looked weathered and dingy. You wish he had said it to your face rather than hide behind an email, but he was probably too chicken-livered to step foot within the cemetery. “Good evening, caretaker.” The singsong voice grates against your ears. You stop in front of the first marble facade and pull a rag and polish out of your cart. “What has fouled your mood? Receive another rejection from a suitor?” “I’d have to have a suitor to be rejected by one.” You grunt as you crouch down to start on the base of the first column. “True.” She giggles. The ghost hovers beside you, the hem of her ethereal gown brushing against your cheek. You sneeze. “What has soured your mood then?” Sighing, you stand and move to the top of the column. With a huff, she floats to your other side and folds her hands in front of her. She glances over her shoulder then back at you. “The cemetery is awful quiet tonight.” You skirt around her as you move onto the next column. Beside the few specters you passed when you arrived, you have yet to meet another of the cemetery’s occupants since beginning your work. “Have you no curiosity for the cemetery’s silence?” “I assume it’s because Mrs. King started on about her grandkids again.” “Indeed not.” She simpers, peering at you from the columns other side. You divert your attention to your task, scrubbing an obstinate stain. Clearing her throat, she continues. “Mr. Long in plot 112 has gone malevolent.” Your hand stills. In addition to the high pay and freedom from human interaction, there is a third benefit to working nights at the cemetery. Arguably the best benefit, and one of the main reasons you returned. Of all the days to roll out of bed and throw on clothes, it had to be today. Yesterday, you had showered and worn decent clothing, not the stained cargo pants and t-shirt which you pulled from your laundry basket. You groan and toss your rag into the cart, fighting the urge to kick one of the wheels. Your work boots would easily protect your toes, but you’d rather not give your companion the satisfaction of seeing how deeply her news affects you. She smiles smugly at you. “I’m sure a reaper will take care of Mr. Long. You might want to make yourself scarce. I’d hate for the reaper to see you and take you with Mr. Long.” “Surely, you know which reaper has come.” She floats through the column to hover beside you. Often during your life, you have wished for the ability to slap a ghost. Today, the wish twitches your fingers, but you keep your hand by your side. Only reapers can touch ghosts. Of course, you know which reaper has come. The cemetery has a single reaper assigned to maintain order. He was in charge even before your grandmother’s time. His name is or was Kyungsoo. All your grandmother and father would say about him was that he was the cemetery’s Reaper, and it was best to leave him to work in peace. Which would be easy, if you hadn’t developed a crush on him when you were four. “Mr. Long is the first malevolent spirit since you started, correct? Which would mean this is the first time Reaper Kyungsoo has made his appearance?” Her smile widens. “How many years have passed since last you saw him? Surely, you wish to renew your acquaintance.” “Surely, you wish to mind your own damn business.” You hiss. Of all the damn ghosts to witness the first time you met Kyungsoo, it would have to be this bitch. She chuckles, and you shake your head. Stupid. However, now there’s no point in pretending you don’t care. Leaving the cart and your responsibilities behind, you race across the cemetery to plot 112.

A malevolent spirit is frightening to anyone who hasn’t grown up around ghosts. The normally human-appearing spirit transforms into a towering demon. There’s a lot of ear-splitting screeching and gusts of wind which dig into the ground spraying rocks and dirt into the air, and an overwhelming sense of dread fills your chest and tugs at fear. However, growing up around ghosts, you learn when you should be afraid and when the malevolent spirit is just a pissy, windbag. Mr. Long is the later. Sitting on the tombstone of a spirit who long ago passed into the beyond, you watch the skirmish between spirit and reaper. Kyungsoo rushes forward scythe in hand. His black robes billow out behind him as he leaps forward. The scythe slices through Mr. Long as he passes him. A final screech peters to a whimper as Mr. Long returns to himself. Kyungsoo lands, spinning the moment his feet touch ground. He faces his opponent, his scythe posed behind him, ready for the next swing. Mr. Long stares forlornly at the reaper then at the mess he has made of his burial site. He whimpers again. The sound tugs at your heart strings. While you are the one who will have to put the area to rights, you sympathize for the spirit. He’s new to the cemetery, two years in the grave. You didn’t know him when he was alive, and you haven’t spent much time around him since he arrived. However, you know his grave marker cost less than two hundred and that he never has flowers placed on it. He stands beside it during the day, staring at the cemetery’s entrance. Kyungsoo relaxes his stance. His scythe disappears as he steps forward. From this distance, you fail to hear the exchange between reaper and spirit, but you can see the relief in Mr. Long’s shoulders. A reaper’s duty is to ferry the dead to their final resting place and protect the living from the dead. Kyungsoo will allow Mr. Long to remain in the world of the living and will not resort to drastic measures to protect the living. You’ve heard of reapers who decimate a malevolent spirit without a thought. Kyungsoo has never been like that. Even that first time you met him, he brought the spirit back to sanity. Back then, you had thought he was some kind of superhero. He appeared from nowhere and rescued you and the monster. The conversation ends, and Mr. Long disappears to wherever ghost go. You asked both you grandmother and father where ghosts go when they disappear from the living world. Both blustered without giving a satisfactory explanation. You assume they go rest in their graves. “You’ve returned.” The voice is soft like the footsteps which brought it near you. Glancing up, you find Kyungsoo standing a few feet from you. Your heart quickens and rises through your throat, blocking all words. So you nod. “I am happy to know your family will continue to oversee the cemetery. The caretakers after your father had no place here.” Your head bobs along as you force your heart back into your chest. “I guess not everyone is cut out to work with the dead.” He smiles, and your heart rises once again. You cough and look away. “Your father is well?” You nod, keeping your eyes on the rows of tombstones. “He retired to a beach somewhere.” In a whisper, you ask, “My grandmother?” “She passed beyond when she died. I saw her off well.” As you had thought, your grandmother wasn’t one to linger in the living world. She had done her work and been satisfied with her life. “I look forward to working with you.” His words nearly force your heart from your body. You choke on it, falling off your perch from the violence of your hacking. “Are you unwell?” He crouches before you ensuring you meet his gaze. “Fine.” You croak as you push yourself off the ground and put distance between you two. “I also look forward to working with you. Not that I hope you come a lot because malevolent spirits are bad, but also when you do come I won’t be mad.” Your words peter out, and you wish you could have choked again. Kyungsoo maintains the distance you set, his lips curving down into a pout as you rambled. “Thank you for helping Mr. Long. I’ll take extra care to check on him.” You swerve the conversation. His lips turn up into a soft smile. He glances behind him at plot 112. “He is a good man and will find peace if he allows himself.” When his attention returns to you, you can feel the charge in his eyes. A caretaker’s job is more than maintaining the cemetery’s appearance. The truest duty is held within the title. You must take care of the spirits and help them on their way. You nod. “Thank you.” He bows his head. “I must be going.” In the next instant, the space before you is empty. You remain staring at that space, a forgotten smile on your lips. “I am beginning to understand your lack of suitors.” Your smile sours. You really wish you could slap a ghost.

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timelock97 · 5 years ago

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Game Changer

Chapter Thirteen: Shattered Reality

Word Count: 4145

Warnings: Language, Game spoilers

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Hop and I finally make it back to the hotel so he can shower and let what happened today register in his head. He had made it to the last round with Serenity, and had almost won. Almost. His Rillaboom had been one hit away from taking out her Inteleon, but in the end the water-type had dodged and took one last hit on Rillaboom, a critical hit that knocked him out instantly. He wasn’t happy, but still went to shake her hand, only for her to wave him off and smile and bow for the crowd. Piers had stated that he had never, in his life, heard the crowd boo for a challenger.

I had motioned for Hop to go shower, but not before pulling him into a hug and pressing a soft kiss to his head. “I am so proud of you, you know. Leon even left me a voicemail saying how proud he was with what you did. I bet you that Leon will endorse you next year so you can go through again, and you could even face him.”

Hop nods, hugging me back finally. After a minute he chuckles, “She tried to get to me in the locker room, I told her that she wouldn’t be Champion with that attitude and she got pissy.”

I giggle, running a hand through his hair, “Good, don’t let people like her get to you, you are the best you you can be. Now go, you stink.”

He laughs but leaves for the bathroom, but not before stopping to say, “Hey, (Y/N)? I love you.”

“Love you too, little brother.”

“When did Leon say he would be back?” Hop asks, watching from the hotel bed as I pace around the room.

I sigh as I whistle for my Rotom, it moves from my discarded belt to my line of sight, showing the time. “He was supposed to be back three hours ago.”

“I’m starving,” Hop whines, a small smile forming on my lips.

I sigh, grabbing my belt and and replace it around my waist. “Well, I think it’s time we go collect our Champion, idiot hasn’t eaten since this morning.” Hop cheers as I grab Leon’s hoodies from off the chair and slip it over my head.

The two of us head down to the lobby, Hop talking about how Serenity didn’t think he could make it past the first round. “She barely beat me, so she really doesn’t stand a chance against the gym leaders more advanced teams.”

I hum in response. I was listening, but the likeness of the late dinner with Leon compared to the game still loaded in my switch concerned me. Once we make it outside I smile as I see Marnie and Piers. “Hey, what are you two doing?” I tease, walking over and wrapping Piers in a hug, Marnie smiling at us.

“Just getting back from dinner, what about you two?”

“We are gonna go get Lee from Rose Tower and drag him out to go eat.” Hop says excitedly, bouncing from side to side.

I nod, eyes catching a familiar figure, Oleana, being followed by a man in a League staff uniform.

“What a beautiful display of sibling love! However, it’s entirely unnecessary.” Her heels click as she gets closer, and my stomach churns in fear. This is all too familiar.

“Ms. Oleana?”

“Chairman Rose is with the Champion in a very, very important meeting.” She places a hand to her hip as she brings her phone level to her face, “There is no way I will let anyone interfere. After all,” she puts her phone down and brushes her hair over her shoulder. “Only personnel with the proper key can ride the monorail to Rose Tower. That means as long as Chairman Rose is in the tower, no one can disturb him.” She shoots me a sneer, and I can’t help but feel my blood boil.

I grind my teeth, “Oleana, all we want to do is make sure my fiance has gotten a meal. So if you would so kindly-”

“If you want to go collect your Champion, then I guess you will just have to work for it. I hand selected a member of the League staff and given him a key,” A man in a gray scaled uniform moves to stand at her side. “Chairman Rose does enjoy these kinds of menial games after all. Do you think you can tell the difference between a normal League staff and the one I chose?”

The man laughs over his shoulder, “Think you can find me?” He spins on his heels before running full speed into the busy evening streets of Wyndon.

This motherfu-

“What do we do?” Marnie groans.

I start walking, calling back behind me, “He probably headed toward the plaza. Let’s surround this asshole.”

I hear Piers hollar behind me to Team Yell who had joined the scene, making me smile. No way were we letting this dude get away. They split up, Hop and Piers running after me as we took the shorter route to nab the guy.

When we get to the plaza my eyes scan the League staff that are scattered around the area. My eyes fall on him easily, are these people really this stupid? The member is standing facing the wall, trying to act as normal as possible, as normal as someone staring at a wall.

I roll my eyes and point him out, “I’m gonna go talk to him, if he tries to run someone grab him, yeah?”

The boys nod as I walk over, menovering themselves so that they will have easy access. As I inch closer I notice that he is avoiding everything, looking away from anyone who passes and even looks down at the ground as I approach. Oh yeah, this is the guy. “We already have the key you know.” I smile, thinking back to the game.

He spins around, cursing to himself, “Guess you found me-”

“Look, I am not gonna battle you,” I cut him off. I jab my thumb in either direction. “You are either gonna try and run for it or you are going to give me the key-”

“And if I don’t?” He sneers, making a sadistic smile curl onto my face.

“Oh, you think Oleana is scary, you haven’t seen the Champion’s bride pissed yet.” The look of concern crosses his features, but he still shoves me back and tosses out his first pokemon. “Motherfucker!” I growl, grabbing Scorch’s pokeball and tossing him into battle.

Meowth lands in front of me as Scorch makes it onto the field. I roll my eyes as I call out, “Flame charge!” The battle ending in one attack. He tosses out a Durant next, and I roll my eyes as I call out the same attack, taking out his next Pokemon . I decide not to return Scorch, instead instructing him to use smokescreen as I move past him toward the guy.

“All I need to do is hide, and I won’t have to give you the-!” I grab his collar and push him against the wall.

“Or you give me the key now before I kick your actual ass, yes?” I growl, Hop coming over quickly to pat him down. By the time the smoke clears from around us, Hop has the key and the guy is looking at me in shock sitting on the ground. “Now, we are going to Rose Tower, why don’t you buzz your buddies, who I know will be waiting to battle, and telling them not to bother. Cause you see, I am not in the mood. Copesh?” I watch as he gives me a little nod, “Good.” I state, wrapping an arm around Hop and walking back over to Piers, who has a smug smile on his face. “Let’s go, yeah?” I state as I return Scorch to his pokeball.

“Sure thing, (Y/N), didn’t know you were a fighting type.”

“No, I would say I am a fire type, mess with me and you get burned.” I smirk back, tugging Hop a little closer.

“So is that what Lee meant when he said you can have a short-temper with certain people.” Hop chuckles.

I smile as I press a kiss to his temple, “I have patience for people who aren’t idiots, and besides I’m worried about Leon.”

When we get to the monorail we see more staff members, they are standing in the way of the monorail entrance. I fold my arms over my chest and walk over to them, “I am heading to Rose Tower to get my fiance, please move-”

“Only those with a key-”

I move it in front of the man’s face, causing him to stiffen, “I have one, you think I wouldn’t being Leon’s soon-to-be wife?” The four of them glance at each other, but eventually move aside. Hop manages to get past them, but they stop Marnie and Piers.

“Hey, it’s cool, it’s cool. We were just gonna make sure they didn’t get lost. Guess one of your staff will have to enlighten them on where the Chairman is having his meeting with the Champion.” Piers smirks placing his hands behind his head, “Think you two will be alright, mate?”

I nod as Hop speaks up, “We will be fine!” I place a hand on Hop’s shoulder and push him toward the monorail, the door sliding to the side and then shutting behind us. All I can think about is what we will be walking into.

Once we arrive I almost motion Hop to go sit on one of the couches, worried about what was to come, but his excitement gets the better of him as he jabbers on about the design of the tower and fact that the whole building was built on a power spot. I walk to the front desk, the girl behind it giving me a nervous smile. “Good evening, I was hoping you could tell me what floor the Chairman and Champion are having their meeting?”

She swallows thickly, “They are on the top floor, but Miss Oleana told us no one was to disturb-”

“Yes well, the Chairman understands that I only see Leon a certain amount of time during the day and has been so gracious to let him out so we can all have dinner together so I’m just coming to collect him.”

She nods softly before motioning to the elevator, “You should be able to take the elevator straight to the top.”

I give her a smile, moving to the elevator with Hop on my heels. As we stand in the elevator, my eyes fall on the doors, waiting for them to stop the elevator and stop us, but it never comes. The elevator comes to a stop, the door opens to the main ballroom that the Christmas party had been held in. I motion for Hop to wait back for a minute as I walk to the doors.

I can hear Leon and Chairman Rose speaking behind the door, and gently press my ear against the wood.

“Leon, we have discussed this a hundred times already and still you fail to understand what is at stake? You, who is supposed to be our Champion,” I hear Rose sigh before Leon cuts in.

“I think I understand well enough. What I don’t know is why we ought to cancel tomorrow’s tournament in order to solve a problem that is a thousand years away from affecting any of us!” I can hear the annoyance in Leon’s voice, but it doesn’t make me any less nervous. “What difference is one day going to make?” Another pause, “My duty as Champion isn’t this, this madness. It is to carry out that Champion Match! That is what Galar wants, and it is what I want. We have been looking forward to for so long!”

“No,” Rose scoffs, “You don’t understand,” My curiosity gets the better of me, and I crack the door open to see Rose walk away from Leon a few paces as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “You still don’t understand a thing!” He turns and gestures to the vast windows that look over Wyndon city. “Look around us, Leon!” His voice booms across the room and carries into the hallway, causing Hop to move toward the door too. “Look as the Galar region stretched out before us, and know that the energy required to keep this brilliant, glittering world alive will be exhausted a millennium from now!” Rose let his arms fall back to his sides, “The people of Galar today will no longer even exist. What Galar wants today hardly matters.” He sounds bitter, shaking his head before bringing his hand in front of his mouth in a closed fist. “The future is more important than just one day. We must act as quickly as we possibly can, take action in order to avert tragedy, so that all can look forward to a better future.”

“In a thousand years!” Leon groans in annoyance again, he brings his hands to his scalp as he tugs at the root, I can tell he is trying to make sense of it all. He shakes his head, allowing his arms to fall back to his sides, “Fine, look. I think I understand your concerns, Chairman. And I give you my word, I will help you with your plans as soon as tomorrow’s match is over.”

I finally cannot take it any longer. I bang my knuckles against the door before pushing it open, “Leon, I was told that, oh!” I let the fake surprise fall past my lips, Hop going along with the act as we walk in. “I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

Chairman Rose shakes his head as he smiles, “No, you’re alright, (Y/N), Hop. We were just finishing up.”

Leon gives us his signature smile, “Yeah we were, sorry if I made you worry, love.” He moves away from Rose, leaning to press a kiss to my nose. When he stops though, I find myself squaring off so that Leon is standing behind me. My body screaming for me to protect him from what was coming. Leon touches my arm, but I only give him a half glance as I look at Rose whose stance had become colder, like he could tell I knew more than I was letting on.

“Lee can we go back to the hotel, I am starving.” Hop whines from behind me, making Leon laugh.

“Yeah, and I’m buying so order whatever fancy meal you want.” He teases, his hand lacing into mine. “You ready, love.”

“Yeah, I just,” I want to give Rose a piece of my mind, “I was hoping I could talk to Rose for a moment, I will be back with you in a moment, okay?”

Leon gives me a skeptical look, but he can see the cogs turning in my head, he nods. “Yeah, just don’t be too long.”

I watch as the two walk away, eyes trailing as the two of them begin joking normally before I turn and look at the Chairman. “How many wishing pieces do you still need?”

He smiles, “What are you indicating-”

“That is my family.” I growl, causing his facade to fall, “Those people that live in this region are my friends. Whatever you are planning, whatever is churning in your head, it needs to stop. Leon is right,” I take a breath, my chest rising and falling too quickly. “You have over a thousand years to worry about the end of the region, and truth be told, the region will probably be fine.” I stop, his eyes staring into my soul before I break the contact. “Go to the challenges tomorrow, greet the people, be a fucking leader, live in the here and now.” With that I turn on my heel and head to the doors, only to be stopped when I hear him speak.

“You love Leon, don’t you?”

“I do-”

“Then I wouldn’t get in the way-”

My whole body stiffens, “Is that a threat?” I turn my head to look at him, and that sweet smile is still plastered on his face.

“It’s a promise”

“You’re a little off tonight, what’s wrong?” Leon whispers as I stand in the bathroom, brushing my teeth vigorously.

I spit the contents of my mouth into the sink, staring at it as it flows down the drain. “I have a bad feeling about tomorrow,” I whisper, causing Leon to push away from the door frame and walk into the bathroom. His arms circle around me and pull me against him, my own personal safe place.

“What’s going through yours and Rose’s heads-”

“Do not compare me to that man.” I growl, causing Leon to look at me funny in the mirror. I sigh, turning in his arms so I can hold him close. “I’m sorry-”

“Hey,” he pushes back a little, bringing a hand to cup my cheek. “What’s wrong, what’s going on?”

I open and close my mouth, tears prickling the edges of my eyes which doesn’t go unnoticed by Leon. “I, it’s just-” A small shaky breath fills my lungs, Leon continues to patiently wait, “Something bad is going to happen, something really bad, Leon. I don’t know when, but I am worried about everyone.”

His eyebrows pull together, thumb brushing under my eye as tears fall. “Whatever it is, we will make it through it, I am the undefeatable Champion after all.” His teasing causes a giggle to fall past my lips. “Everything will be okay, alright?”

“How can you be so sure-”

“Cause I have you, and I know that as long as you are here I have something to fight for. Always going to come back to you, you still have to marry this idiot.”

I laugh, making Leon smile as he leans in to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. I press into him desperately, trying to seel the moment to memory. When we pull away we are both panting softly.

“C'mon, love, we have a long day tomorrow.” He whispers before tugging me toward the bed, the thought of sleeping in a hotel room when our apartment really wasn’t that far away makes me roll my eyes. He tugs me down under the covers, pulling me flush into his side before kissing my forehead. “Sleep, love, we have a long day tomorrow.”

The three of us slip into the stadium the next morning, League members whisking Leon away pretty much the second we walk into the building. Hop and I go to find our seats, settling with some Team Yell members and Marnie as the challenge begins.

Leon introduces the challenge, mentioning that Rose was absent due to Chairman duties, a small “bullshit” falling past my lips making Hop gasp and smack my leg in fake punishment.

And Hop was right, Nessa took Serenity down pretty quickly. Nessa however was defeated by Bea, who would advance to the last round before the Champion match.

I cheer along with the crowd as Raihan beats Bea, another win closer to challenging Leon. I smile widely as Leon re-enters the arena. “Ladies and Gentlemen! Raihan has won the latest battle and will go on to battle me in the final round. We will take the next half hour to let his Pokemon recover before they battle again.”

The audience cheers again, a few people around me standing and stretching. I join them, dress fluffing about my thighs. I turn and look at Hop, “I’m going to walk around for a bit, okay?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna stay here.”

I nod before muttering a soft, “Excuse me, sorry,” to the Team Yell member next to me as I slip past them and follow the small crowd leaving the stadium to get concessions and using the restroom.

My heels click as I walk over to the “Challengers Only” area, smiling at the worker who lets me slip back to go see the Bea and Raihan seated on a bench talking.

“You almost had me, if your Machamp would have landed that first hit in the round I would have been a goner.” Raihan compliments, making Bea smile.

“I’ll kick your ass next year, Rai.” Bea laughs, jumping up and punching him in the shoulder.

He rubs his arm while he laughs, finally seeing me in the doorway. “Hey, cutiefly-”

“(Y/N)! Did you see the battle?” I open my arms and pull her into a hug, pressing a kiss into her hairline. “I did, you almost had him!”

Bea nods, letting me go as Nurse Joy enters with two trays of pokeballs. She gives us all a smile as she explains that everyone was healed up. Bea takes hers and re-attaches the pokeballs to her belt, Raihan doing the same. “Hey, I’m gonna go find Allister and find a seat to watch the championship. Good luck, Rai, kick ass okay?”

Raihan laughs and gives her a thumbs up, but once she leaves he drops his hand and sits heavily on the bench. He sighs, “I’m surprised you aren’t visiting Lee before the battle.”

I let out a small laugh, “I’m headed there next, just wanted to see how you were holding up.”

He nods, resting his elbows on his knees, “Always good, but I think Leon is a bit stressed running everything right now, although I think he is enjoying it.”

“He would,” I laugh, turning to look up as a league staff member walks into the room.

“We are about ready, you good to go Raihan?”

He nods as he stands, giving my shoulder a firm squeeze, “He’s down the hall, two doors, pop in to give him his good luck kiss. He is gonna need it.” I laugh as Rai winks at me. I follow his instructions after he leaves, walking down the hall and just seeing Lee leaving.

“Hey heart-throb, wanna sign my skirt?” I call, making him spin around in surprise.

He chuckles as he jogs to catch up to me before pulling me into his arms for a tight hug. “What are you doing-”

“I just wanted to wish you luck,” I whisper, my hands now shaking as I grab the ultra ball that is nestled on an empty slot on my belt. “Here-”

“Why an ultra ball-”

“Just, keep it on you, okay?”

His eyes fall on me, he nods. ‘Okay.“

I lean up and press a kiss to his lips, listening to the soft hum that leaves his chest. "Kick his ass, yeah?”

Leon barks out a laugh as he pulls his hat off, it’s the one I got him for Christmas, to run a hand through his hair, “Always do, my love. I will see you out on the field when the confetti falls, yeah?”

I nod, pressing one last kiss to his lips before turning away, “Have a champion time, hot-shot.” I smile as I hear him laugh again, my feet carrying me back down the hallway. I manage to make it back to my seat as Leon enters the field, Raihan not too far behind. The two of them are ready to battle, ready to see who is the strongest.

But then the ground shakes, and the large monitor is no longer showing the two on the field, no it’s showing Chairman Rose. My heart drops into my stomach.

“Hello there, Leon and Raihan! Just letting you know,” Rose chuckles gently, “I think it’s time I brought about the Darkest Day, for the sake of Galar’s future of course! But,” he shakes his head just as the screen shifts to show where the wishing pieces had been stored. “I’m in a bit of a pickle. The energy released by the Darkest Day is too much to contain-”

A bright beacon suddenly erupts from the middle of the field, throwing Leon and Raihan back. The crowd screams, people stuck between wanting to run and being frozen in shock.

The screen seems to split, showing all the gyms being in a similar situation, my stomach drops even more, anger already building up inside of me. “I’m sorry it had to come to this, but it was you who forced my hand, Leon. You refused to listen!” Rose continues to ramble, and my eyes shoot down to the field, just as Leon goes running from the stadium.

“Lee!”

“Everyone!” Kabu’s voice comes onto the speakers, drowning out Rose all together, “Please it is not safe here, evacuate the building immediately!” Everything moves in slow motion as I grab Hop, making sure to keep hold of him as we all scramble to move, heading to the exits.

My worst nightmare had come true.

The Darkest Day was upon us.

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A/N: Dun dun DUN! That’s all I have to say.

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years ago

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Naruto’s new after school program

Iruka signed as he looked at the two boys standing in front of him. One was a promising upcoming ninja who's family were going to be mad at what had happened, and the other was blond dork who was barley scraping by in his classes. The room was filled with the smell of urine though neither boy had wet their pants. "Before we begin..Naruto..can you explain to me WHAT you were thinking?" Iruka asked, a eye twitching. The blond brat gave a super toothy grin, then seeing the look on Iruka's father coughed and looked sheepish. "well..er.. see..I read that dogs mark stuff by peeing on it right? which by the way proves that I've been paying attention in class and so I sh-" "NARUTO!" "Right right..soo I figured Kiba, being a dog boy..if i peed on him he'd hafa listen to me and stuff." Naruto said quickly. If Iruka looked mad, Kiba looked ready to murder and it was only the fact that he knew Iruka would stop him before he could do permanent damage that was stopping him from assaulting the loser. "Are you fucking KIDDING ME!?" Kiba screamed, while he wasn't going to hospitalize the brat, clearly he couldn't keep quiet anymore. "Kiba Please, I know you're mad bu-" Iruka started. "MAD?! MAD!?! THIS LITTLE SHIT TOOK A PISS ON ME!!" Kiba snarled and growled, and for a second it looked like he might try his luck and pounce on the other boy. Naruto sensed this and knowing he'd be hopelessly outmatched if that happened nudged closer to Iruka for protection. "Kiba, why don't you go and take a shower and go home. trust me, Naruto's going to be punished for this." "FUCK PUNISHMENT. Let me have him for 3 minutes an-" "KIBA!" the dog ninja stopped and snarled again, but then stomped off. "Sheesh.. He's in a pissy mood." Naruto giggled once he was out of the room, and turned to look at Iruka who was NOT smirking. "er..too soon?" "you realize of course between this, your failing grades, and a dozen or so other pranks like this I could just expel you from the school right? and in fact it would be a black mark that keeps you from ever becoming a ninja?" Iruka asked, tapping a large folder of many of Naruto's other such brilliant ideas. "WHAT!?" he yelped out, gulping. it was JUST dawning on the blond for the first time just HOW much trouble he was in. "Fact of the matter is I fought to get you enrolled here when many others said no. but I took a chance on you..and this is how I'm rewarded. with you making anther boy, a boy with a powerful family in the village I might add, into a urinal." "I..I uh..But I'm sorry!" Naruto said quickly. "If I actually believed that it might change things, but be honest..you're not sorry you did it, you're only sorry your in trouble for doing it." Iruka said. "...A-are you gonna..kick me out?" Naruto asked in a small voice, and he had tears welling up in his eyes. "...there is ONE other option open to us here. it's a special after school program I've been suggesting for delinquents such as yourself. It'll run for the course of4 months..and you can drop out at any time but you'll be expelled and then black marked when you do." Iruka said after a moment. "Doesn't sound like I have much of a choice..but OK. I'm on board. what is it? cleaning the school? doing lines?" Naruto asked. "Not even close. " Iruka said and smirked. He'd had a feeling Naruto would be the first one to go though his program and had been prepared. (in fact the only shock was it had taken this long to need to implement it.) Opening the locked bottom drawer on his desk Iruka reached down and pulled out a wooden paddle, with holes drilled into it to cut down on air resistance. "You're gonna spank me!?" Naruto squeaked, and his hands went behind him to cover his butt. "well, yes. but after that I'm also going to.." and Iruka reached back in the desk and pulled out a thick, white, plastic diaper. "Put you back in diapers." "...Are you on crack!?" it had taken only a few ore minutes of talking after that for Naruto to admit it was better then the alternative, and to have the whole program laid out for him. After school each day he'd meet with Iruka, and be spanked for no less then 3 minutes strait (and more time could be added if Naruto acted up during class) After that he'd be hugged, cuddled, then put in a diaper and allowed to tug his pants up and come back to Iruka's for the night. For the length of the punishment Naruto would live with Iruka, and on the weekends he'd be diapered full time. His own apartment would be paid for and Naruto would be allowed to go there on the weekends and enjoy some of his big boy stuff, though under Iruka's watchful eye. Once back at Iruka's Naruto would be treated like a little baby, as Iruka believed that the problem with most of his misbehaving students was a lack of a good family life. He'd also do his best to keep it from Naruto's classmates what was going on hence no diapers during the day (unless Naruto started to have accidents of course, a fact that when brought up had made the blond sulk) After getting Naruto to fill out the paper work stating he was willingly entering the program and of course could drop out at anytime, Iruka smiled at the blushing and whining Blond. Alright then, all thats left to do is to spank your silly butt for 10 minutes and then diaper you!" he said cheerfully. "WHAT?! But..but it says three!" Naruto huffed and crossed his arms. "Unless you've been misbehaving during class. what would you call peeing on anther student?" Iruka asked. "...OK yeah.. " Sliding his pants down to around his ankles, Naruto hesitated to slid his shuriken buddies undies down and squirmed. "You do realize if I'm going to be changing your diapers, I'm going to see everything anyways right?" Iruka asked in a deadpan voice. "O-Oh yeah.." the blond whined and after squirming a little more, dropped his undies. "S-So do i go over your lap, or brace myself on your desk..orrr." "Brace yourself on the desk for now. I don't think we have any chairs here that would work for a spanking seat." Iruka said. then mentally added 'yet.' With Naruto braced over the desk, he could see the clock and gulped. normally ten minutes for a punishment was a pinch of piss to him, but looking at that scary paddle and knowing how long this was going to feel like, he started to shake. "Hey..hey it's gonna be ok.." Iruka said and rubbed the small of Naruto's back. "Tell you what..just this once..I'll wave the extra time..but after today.." "Thank you thank you thank you!" The blond cried out and would of turned around and hugged Iruka, if the clock hadn't reached the time Iruka was waiting for to start and the paddle came down on his cheeks. Naruto of course as a ninja in training was used to pain, but never in a million years would he of suspected that his buns could be so vulnerable to attack! before he could even start to get over the pain of the swat anther one came down, and then anther.. and it wasn't even 30 seconds before Naruto was bawling like a baby and begging Iruka to stop. Iruka for his part kept the blows coming fast and hard,so that it would all blend together and not leave Naruto time to dread the ext hit. he only had to use a hand to restrain Naruto in the last 20 seconds, which was impressive and as he finished up he pulled the sobbing boy into his arms and rubbed his back, letting Naruto sob into his chest. "Shhh shh..it's all over. you were a good boy Naruto. you took your punishment like a good boy." he coo'ed. he let Naruto sob for five minutes then gently lead him over to the spot on the floor where he had laid out the changing supplies and got Naruto on the soft blanket he'd set out. "I..I don't want anymore spankies..If I'm a super good boy t-tomorrow..can I have no spankies?" Naruto whimpered, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. "I'm sorry buddy, you don't get a chance to earn no spankies until you go 3 weeks without needing time added. But I bet you'll do that with ease." Iruka said, trying to be encouraging. trying to get the boy to focus on something else, Iruka took out a teddy bear and offered it to Naruto. "this is ninja bear. he was mine when i was growing up and when I felt scared or sad, I could hug him and feel better. do you wanna try hugging him?" Iruka asked with a small smile. Naruto sniffled and normally would of said no, but just reached out for the bear and glomped it to his chest and hugged it hard. Unfolding the thick diaper (it was at least 3 times the normal thickness of a diaper for a boy Naruto's age) Iruka didn't bother the poor boy who was nuzzling the stuffie now and just lifted up his legs to slid the diaper under his buns and started to sprinkle a mixture of baby powder and medicine that would help Naruto's buns feel better. He could tell it was working as Naruto gave a sigh of relief as his butt touched the powder and he gave a small smile to Iruka who finished coating the front of Naruto, before taping the diaper up nice and snug. Naruto wiggled his butt, apparently trying to spread the love as he laid there and Iruka bit his touge to keep from laughing at the sheer adorableness of it. finally Naruto stopped wiggling and looked down.. then whimpered. "whats wrong buddy?" Iruka asked. "I..I don't know if my pants are gonna fit over this!" Naruto whined. at that comment Iruka stopped and then looked at the puffy diaper around the boys hips, and then his pants. "...Oh shit. I didn't think of that." he admitted. "..Well how am I getting home without anyone seeing my diaper!?" Naruto huffed and sat up, crossing his arms now. "er.. well we can try.. and if that won't work I think I have some back up clothes from other students that might work.." Iruka said. 20 minutes later Naruto was waddling on the way back to Iruka's house, in a pair of Choji's pants and having to tug them up every few steps despite the bulk between his legs. Iruka sweat dropped as for about the third time the pants dropped down, flashing Naruto's white diaper to anyone around but thankfully the streets were bare and finally he just picked Naruto up and carried him on his hip. "I can walkkk!" Naruto whined. "I know you can, but this way no one see's your new undies. I swear, I';ll get proper pants for tomorrow." Naruto huffed and just buried his face in Iruka's chest and between the spanking and the stress, fell fast asleep. Kiba had been on his way home, after thrashing some training dummies he'd put pictures of Naruto's stupid face on, when he'd seen the pair making their way to Iruka's house. he was about to get their attention and call Iruka out on apparently coddling Naruto, when the brats pants had dropped and flashed a thick white diaper. Instead he hid himself and smirked. "oh, I'm gonna get SO much mileage outta this." the dog ninja chuckled evilly.

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dianapana · 5 years ago

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SasuHina Month Day 7 - Falling in love with an Ex

Dark side of life -Part 1

Hey guys, so tbh this mini-series is the one that i’m most excited about! Sorry for the mistakes that are there, i don’t really have time to check what i write anymore

Anyway i hope you enjoy! Love Dia~

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Hinata

Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t be here, at least not dresses this way, but it's Ino's birthday and my best friend insisted we go clubbing, she also insisted that we get ready at her house and when I showed up my outfit was apparently not club-appropriate so she gave me some of her clothes even if she and I don’t really wear the same size…this is why I am here in this loud club wearing the least amount of clothing I have ever worn in public. It wouldn’t be all that bad if we weren’t waiting for her new boyfriend and his friend to come, I am ok with the girls and even strangers seeing me in this but I would prefer if her new boyfriend met me when I was dressed more…well just dressed in more.

TenTen and Temari are dancing together and most eyes are on them, Ino Sakura and I are in our booth waiting for the 2 boys to arrive, if I had known we could bring someone I would have made Neji and Gaara come too,they would have been able to stop the clothing mess and I would have been far more comfortable with them there.

“So you just mentioned we’d be here and he said what...same’?”

Sakura asks a bit annoyed, she has met Naruto a few weeks ago and she isn’t his biggest fan. Also Sakura has been saying how we’re not spending as much time together as we used to in Collage. I met all these lovely ladies in my first year of Collage in the dorm, we weren’t roommates the first year but the second year all 5 of us shared a room, it felt like an endless sleepover and I adored every moment spend with them.

“Pretty much, he said he and his friend have business around here and that they might drop by. So I'm not sure if or when they’ll come, also I don’t really know who this friend is” Ino smiles evilly at me “I hope he’s cute so maybe Hina and him can hit it off and that way we’re all taken.” Sakura rolls her eyes at Ino and gives me a kind smile. In a moment of weakness a few months ago I told her how I hate it when Ino sets me up with guys, maybe the guys she chooses are after her own taste or whatever, but all my dates so far have gone horribly wrong.

“Speaking about couples, I should go check on my girlfriend, hopefully Temari didn’t seduce her” Sakura jokes and goes to the dancefloor and pulls TenTen to her and gives her a toe-curling kiss. I'm pretty sure that most guy around the club stare at them like it’s a free show. I've asked Ten if she minded that people stared and both she and Sakura said that they don’t mind it, they find it funny and usually they actually put up a show just for kicks. Today is one of those days. TenTen is taller than Sakura and she’s also stronger because she is a fitness instructor. Still kissing her Ten hitches Sakura closer to her and up by holding her butt, Sakura wraps her legs around Ten’s waist not even caring that she flashed the entire club her red lacy panties.

“I swear to God I've seen them make out a billion times but each time it gets hotter. I'm really concerned that they’ll get to that point one day and just fuck in public without caring” Temari comes towards us fanning herself with her hand. She looks around and rises an eyebrow toward Ino “So where’s your boytoy? Also I told Shika he should come too if we’re allowing boys to come but he lowkey told me no. So I'm in a pissy mood and I wanna direct it towards someone, that someone will be your boyf, I'll grill him better than white dads grill their stakes.”

I giggle a little, only Shikamaru could win an argument with Temari and still not have her mad at him all that long. They've been dating for over 5 years now, and we’re all joking about them getting married, but no proposal happened yet, Gaara, Temari’s younger brother, once asked Shikamaru about it and the Nara even has the ring and everything he said he’s waiting for Temari to give him some kind of sign that she wants him to ask her, he is scared of proposing and her laughing in his face.

“I don’t know, that’s what I was telling the girls before, they might not even show up.” The blonde birthday girl shrugs while waving a waitress down and telling her to bring us a full tray of shots and a cocktail each. It would appear Ino wants to get us all drunk.

“Those that bother you? That he might not come?” Temari asks after drowning a shot.

“Not really, I mean it’s not like him being here was part of the plan. But it would be nice if he were to come, he’d drive us home and be the DD so we all could get even more drunk than I was planning on because we wouldn’t have to worry about being careful in the cab and all that” The three of us do two more shots and Ino wants to call Sakura and Ten back to do the last ones with us but they are slow-dancing in the middle of the club, totally lost in their own little world. They didn’t start dating until 3 years ago, in out last uni year. So instead we do 3 more and Ino and Temari drink the last 2 shots, before she even swallowed Ino is up on her feet and pulling both me and Temari on the dancefloor. I don’t particularly like the way people stare at me in Ino’s clothes but the few shots and cocktails I had make ignoring it easier, and the way Ino dances with me helps even more and I'm actually having a blast.

30 minutes or so later Sakura and TenTen join us as well and it’s just like in collage, dancing all alone in our room in our pjs. Sakura is hugging me from behind and twirling me a couple times when I hear Ino squeal, I turn around to see her kissing a blond boy who I assume is Naruto. Temari waits patiently for their make-out session to end so she can introduce herself, she talks a bit to both of them and comes to me and Sakura to tell us she’s going home, by her grin I would say she and Shika made up already.

“Naruto, this is Hinata, you’ve already met Sakura and I think TenTen is in the bathroom” I greet him and wave hello. Naruto says something but I can’t hear it over my own heart beating out of my chest. I pray to God that my eyes are playing tricks on me as I stare at the back of a guy but he turns around and I take in the familiar face. I feel stuck in place but also like I should run for my life. I only take my eyes off him when I feel Sakura shaking my shoulder. I don’t even have time to ask her ‘what’ when I hear Naruto saying “Sasuke, you already done? Come here let me introduce you around”

Any amount of drunk that I was before is gone, it feels like a bucket of ice-cold water was just dropped on my head because Sasuke smiles at Naruto and he shakes hands with Ino and gives her one of his dazzling yet fake smiles, but his smile falls for a second when his eyes meet mine but he soon puts it back on and greets Tenten, you couldn’t have seen his facial change if you weren’t paying attention but I was. Just as I think that he’ll act as if we’re complete strangers his fake sile turns into an evil grin and he comes over to me and gives me a hug.

“Hinata, good to see you again, you look lovely. It's been too long, 6 years or so I think?”

I can see Ino’s smile growing from over his shoulder and I'm stuck in place because my ex from high-school is here, hugging me and talking to me like we’re old friends, not like we ended up on absolutely horrible terms, not like he broke my heart, not like the last thing I told him is that I hate him.

#sasuhina #sasuhina month #sasuhina month 2019 #@shmonth2019 #day7 #sasuke #hinata #dia-story #diawrites #hinasasu #otp #fanfic #sasuke uchiha #hinata hyuuga

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seouledbysisi · 5 years ago

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New World

Chapter 12

Mia

Mia looked over the concept for Red Velvet’s new comeback. They wanted a lot of red and black in the styling. It was going to be a very girlie theme with lots of lace and floral prints. She took a deep breath “I can do this!” She spoke out loud to herself. Her first meeting with the girls seemed to go fine but after a week she felt like she was in some dimension of hell.

“I don’t like floral prints!” Seulgi expresses with an attitude. She stood staring at Mia as if she had stupid written on her forehead.

Mia looked up out frustration. “Whose the stylist here? Because last time I checked I am!”

“I’m just telling you what I’m not going to wear.” Seulgi shrugged.

Irene hit her arm to try and reign her in. “Stop, Seul!”

“I get paid to style, not you. If SM thought any of you were capable of styling yourself, I wouldn’t even be here. So do me a favor and stop complaining every second and making demands. I’m all for ideas but when you come across bitchy, that’s when I have an issue!” Mia stood. “I’m going to lunch and you’ll wear what I tell you to.” She walked out of the dance studio and headed downstairs to find the cafeteria. She hoped to God that Gianna was around somewhere.

Gianna

She stared at the hot bar. She didn’t know much about korean food at all. She was lost. She had been bringing her own food because she was a bit afraid to try the unknown. Today she would be forced to though because she was running late for work and didn’t have time to fix her own food. She sighed.

“Tteokbokki is really good if you like a bit of spice.” Someone told her from behind.

The voice wasn’t familiar. She immediately looked around. “Hey Kai!” She smiled.

“My English is not good but try tteokbokki. You’ll like it.” He smiled and patted her shoulder.

She nodded. “Okay I guess.” She grabbed the small bowl. She eyed the dish for a minute. She shrugged and grabbed a side salad as well and found a empty table. She hadn’t made any lasting connections yet so she was a loner especially when there was somewhat of a language barrier.

Mia slammed her tray down on the table in front of Gianna. “I’ve about had it with Seulgi!”

Gianna’s eyes widened. “Still not any better?”

“No and she won’t stop making demands. Everything I suggest she disagrees with.” Mia rolled her eyes. “Like I thank Johnny for the job but this is going to be the longest month ever. I really pray they reassign me.”

Gianna smiled as she stared at something behind Mia in the distance.

“Why the heck do you have that big goofy smile on your face when I just told you how bad my day has been?” Mia was starting to get upset because she felt as if Gianna had been clearly ignoring her.

“Your day is about to get better. I have a strong feeling!” She winked.

Mia raised an eyebrow. “I guess.” Suddenly hands were covering her eyes.

“Guess who?” A deep voice spoke.

Mia exhaled loudly. “I don’t know. I’m really not in the mood!” She was irritated.

Gianna smirked. “She’s in a pissy mood, Johnny. Excuse her behavior.”

Mia turned around to look directly in Johnny’s face. She immediately jumped up out of her seat to hug him. She squeezed him tight. When she realized what she was doing she quickly let go and smoothed her clothes down. “Sorry. It’s just been a while since I physically saw you. I know I shouldn’t be in your arms like that especially here. Don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.” She smiled awkwardly.

He raised an eyebrow. “What kind of wrong idea?” He chuckled.

“People might think we like each other or more so that I like you.” Her cheeks reddened. She was clearly embarrassed by her big mouth.

Johnny smirked and rubbed her arm. “Would that be a crime? I’m a cool guy, you’re a cool girl. I think we’d be pretty cool as a pair, right? Gianna what you think?”

Mia became even more embarrassed as her heart started pumping even more.

“The coolest pair!” Gianna agreed.

Seulgi walked into the cafeteria and grabbed a water bottle. What was even more shocking was that Taeyong was in conversation with her.

Gianna’s heart stopped for a moment.

Mia rolled her eyes. “Are they close?” She asked Johnny. Suddenly the only emotion she was feeling was a bit of anger.

“Uh not really. They were paired together for a performance one time and since then she kinda pops up on him sometimes.” Johnny answered as he eyed their interaction.

Gianna stuffed her mouth with a bite of salad. She was clearly stress eating.

“Hey Tae!” Johnny waved him over.

Gianna shook her head. “No! Why would you do that?!”

Johnny chuckled. “Why not? We’re all friends, right? Or am I missing something?”

Tae headed over. Seulgi followed.

“Yeah we’re friends.” Gianna spoke dryly and stared at her food.

Taeyong patted Mia’s shoulder. “What’s up?!”

“Nothing much just trying to get Seulgi and the other lovely ladies together for their comeback.” Mia winked in Seulgi’s direction.

Seulgi rolled her eyes.

“Oh so this is your new stylist?” Taeyong asked in their language.

Seulgi nodded.

“She’s good. Trust me.” Taeyong spoke English at that point and smiled.

“Thank you for having faith in me, Tae! Good friends like you are hard to find!” Mia continued to rub the fact that she knew Taeyong in Seulgi’s face.

Seulgi was becoming irritated. It was written all over her face. “How do you her?”

“She won a contest for our tour a couple months ago.” He stated plainly.

She began to laugh. “Oh so you’re a fan?” Seulgi picked.

Mia became frustrated.

“She is but she’s more than that too. We’re all friends.” Johnny admitted.

Mia smiled.

Seulgi rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Taeyong are you going to eat with me? I know you don’t want me to have to eat alone.” She whined.

Gianna stared at the woman. She felt jealousy rise up in her. She was praying that Tae didn’t agree. She didn’t even know why she cared, they hadn’t even spoke to one another since he’d been standing there in her presence. He simply had smiled a little.

“We have practice. Sorry Seulgi. I’ll see you later.” He said and left out the cafeteria.

Seulgi walked away to find a table.

“I have to go but if you’re not busy tonight I think the guys were talking about going bowling. Wanna go? Be my guest?” Johnny asked as he looked from Mia to Gianna.

Gianna smiled. “Mia, you should go!”

“I’m talking about you too Ms. antisocial!” Johnny nudged her.

“Oh. I figured you just meant her.” Gianna giggled.

Johnny pulled her into a side hug. “We’re all homies, okay?!”

Gianna simply nodded.

“So we going or nah?” Mia asked.

“Sure!”

Johnny began to walk away. “See you tonight! I’ll text you the addresss.”

Bowling Alley

Before walking into the building Gianna paused.

“What’s wrong?” Mia asked as she eyed her curiously.

She took a deep breath. “Do I look okay?”

Mia examined her outfit.

“Why wouldn’t you? You’re always cute!”

Gianna becam highly self conscious all of a sudden. She never felt this way. “You have to say that. Like seriously would you wear this?”

“I mean that sweater is actually mines, you just never gave it back!” Mia chuckled loudly.

Gianna looked down at the sweater. “Oh shit! I totally thought this was mines. I’ve had it so long!”

“It’s totally fine, Gi. You look cute!”

“You’re the fashionista, and I’m just plain Jane most times.” Gianna said as she eyed Mia’s outfit. She thought Mia was the most beautiful woman ever, she just didn’t compare at all.

Mia slapped her arm. “You’re sizing me up and silently judging yourself. Stop it! You’re beautiful. Now let’s go inside. They’re waiting on us.”

When they walked in the first person they heard was Haechan. He seemed to be the life of the party. Oddly there was a female standing beside him. She was gorgeous with thick, curly locs of hair. She clearly wasn’t korean.

“Who the hell is that?” Gianna asked.

Mia shrugged. “I have no idea but I wasn’t expecting other girls to be here. Like at all. I didn’t even know they could hang out with girls.”

The girls walked over to the group.

Haechan smiles big. “Ladies! Y’all ready to lose?”

Mia smirked. “Just a warning, I’m a pro.”

“Oh really?” Johnny smiled.

“Oh yeah! We played all the time while we were in college.” Mia explained.

Haechan snatched her close to him. “You’re on my team then. This is the winner’s circle.”

The girl standing next to him looked up from her phone and eyed where his hands were on Mia. She cleared her throat a little. “You’re going to get enough of getting in people’s personal space all the time.”

He pulled her into his side. “Stop being so moody!” He kissed her cheek.

“Stop! You know I don’t like that.” The girl whined with her lips pouty.

“Yeah cause you love it!” Haechan laughed and kissed her cheek again.

Gianna simply stared at their exchange. He seemed a bit too flirty with her. Could it be that he had a girlfriend and it just wasn’t open information? She didn’t know how to feel about this. He seemed happy but the girl seemed sort of stuck up or maybe just a bit stand-offish.

Mia was a bit confused. Out of all of them she didn’t expect for Haechan to have a girlfriend but by the way he just kissed this girl twice on the cheek they had to be dating! There was no doubt about it. “So Haechan has a girlfriend?”

Johnny chuckled. “They don’t put labels on it. They claim they’re just best friends but you seen the flirting. It happens all the time.”

“How did they meet?” Mia questioned some more.

“Believe it or not she’s a fan. But they met at a restaurant. She’s studying here in Korea for college but she’s from the states like us. She was our server.”

“So y’all just make it a thing to hang out with fans?” Gianna interceded.

“I know it sounds cliche but I’d much rather hang out with someone normal than be surrounded by workmates. When I’m not working I want to be around people that make me feel like I’m actually not working.” Johnny explained.

“Wow. I get it though. You want a normal life too.” Gianna spoke quietly. She eyed Taeyong who was sitting waiting on the teams to be called.

Johnny smiled. “We don’t just make it a habit but if a connection is made then who are we to shoot it down. It feels good for someone to treat us normal.”

Haechan and Jaehyun ended up being team leaders.

“How good are you?” Jaehyun asked Gianna.

Gianna shrugged. “I’m decent I guess.”

“She’s being modest. She’s the shit!” Mia answered.

“Well then I want you.” Jaehyun answered with a smile.

Gianna smiled. “So your big mouth just caused us to be on separate teams!” She told Mia out of frustration.

“You’ll survive. This will be fun.”

“But Taeyong is on my team too!” She rolled her eyes.

Mia winked. “Even more reason for you to be happy tonight!”

They bowled. The teams were neck at neck. The last round had finally came and it was between Taeyong and Doyoung to see who would win. Taeyong tossed his ball down the aisle. He squatted to watch it roll. The precision was damn near perfect. It hit right down the middle and all the pins fell over.

The team began to scream.

He was in shock. He really wasn’t that great at bowling but he had won the game for them.

“No! No! We were supposed to win.” Haechan fell to his knees jokingly.

The curly haired girl reached her hand up to pull him up.

“No just leave me here to drown in my tears.” He fake cried.

She giggled a bit. “Get up! It’s not the end of the world.”

Mia stepped over to her. “I never asked but what’s your name?”

“Oh I’m Chae. And you are?” The girl answered.

“I’m Mia. I’m obviously new.”

The girl smiled a little. “It’s never a boring moment.”

“I see. Well it was nice to meet you.” Mia spoke and walked back over to Johnny.

Gianna sat with her leg crossed over the other. She was scrolling through Twitter as she noticed long slender legs standing in front of her. She looked up slowly. When she noticed the beauty of this perfect man, her heart began to pound.

“Can we talk? Privately.” Taeyong asked.

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mf-despair-queen · 7 years ago

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Your Yoda? More Like Han Solo! - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 6,834

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Unprotected Sex, Bondage, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Doggy, Make Outs, Genital Stimulation, Many Star War jokes and pick up lines that’ll make you cringe and/or laugh

Notes: Written in roughly 9 hours, this was SUPPOSED to be out yesterday, May 4th, to celebrate Star Wars Day. But, it’s fitting too to come out on Revenge of the Fifth. Hopefully y’all like this. It’s just... relatively cheesy and something so Stiles, it hurts. Thanks to @savage-stilinski for editing for me as I went. And @malia--stilinski for suffering with my small snippets late last night.

The school doors swung open with a loud clatter, Stiles Stilinski strutting through them with a loud, rippling grumble. The sound itself vibrated as it rumbled through the crisp May air, students stopping to send the senior weird looks. He put his hands on his hips, the sunlight hitting his back, giving him a glowing aura as he peered down the hallway at the confused spectators.

“What? Haven’t you ever heard someone say ‘good morning’ in Wookiee?”

The people staring at him turned away, rushing down the hall. Well, closer to sprinting away from the man. Stiles scoffed, cocking his head to the side. “Yeah, good morning to you too!” He called out, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You’re welcome!”

Stiles’ slight frown was replaced with a look of gratification as he strut forward, greeting everyone he passed by with a quick ‘May the Fourth Be With You’ and a wink. He ignored the scowls, stares and glances he got from people crammed at the lockers, trying to avoid interacting with the spastic man. Stiles didn’t care. He was elated.

May fourth gave him the perfect excuse to adorn himself in every bit of Star Wars merchandise he had, the day being effective known to nerds and fans as Star Wars Day. He woke up early specifically to shower and dress himself in his best star wars outfit: a white, long sleeved henley that was open at the chest with a blue sleeveless vest overtop, blue jeans that hugged his form perfectly to show his round ass and impressive package despite being limp, black boots that ended just below his knees that he was glad he found at the thrift shop, and a criss-crossing belt set up for his ‘gun’, which was a simple water gun because of Beacon Hills High’s weapon policy. He had swapped his normal Maverick backpack for a Star Wars themed one that jingled with random keychains he had collected over the years. He had packed a Star Wars shirt for his weight training after school, the off season between cross country and lacrosse meaning he had to keep himself somewhat in shape, even if he would only manage a few push ups before keeling over in agony.

He was content with himself the second he walked out the door, not caring what people said or thought when they saw him jumping out of the jeep in the school parking lot or even the Starbucks down the street. The coffee he had bought sat in the netted drink pouch on the side of his bag, sealed tight to keep from growing cold or spilling as he bounced down the long hallways. Stiles loved - like, REALLY loved - this day just because it gave him and excuse to live out his favorite movies in multiple ways.

Sure, some people find it odd, but he knew he was. He embraced it, letting everyone know what he liked.

He pushed a locker shut, smiling widely. “Good Morning Princess,” he grinned, pulling the coffee from his bag. He held it out, giving a small wink. “May the fourth be with you today. Am I right?”

You gave him a blank stare, taking the coffee quickly before reopening your locker, blocking his face. “Morning to you too, baby,” you said, continuing to pile your books and binders into your bag. You popped the top of the coffee, sipping the scalding hot liquid, smiling to yourself. He always knew what you liked. “So, care to explain?”

“Explain?” he wondered aloud. “Explain what?”

You slammed your locker shut, leaning against it. You eyed him slowly, taking in every bit of his appearance. In all the years of being friends with the Stilinski boy, it never surprised you the extent he would go for this day. But this was a new look for him. Maybe it was the fact that you were going on four years of dating the man, but he looked unexplainably handsome dressed up the way he was. You fought the urge to lick your lips, not wanting to ruin the lipgloss you applied that morning already, and the desire to pull him into the nearest empty classroom to barricade the door and strip him. Your body was on fire just from looking at him, your loins throbbing with want.

“This,” you gestured. “And slamming my locker shut, nearly taking my hand with it.”

“At least it wasn’t Vader cutting it off with a lightsaber, am I right?” he snickered to himself at the lame joke he made. You rolled your eyes, humoring him with a small laugh of your own. “You know what it’s all about! It’s Star Wars Day! AKA the best day of the year!”

“Better than Christmas?” He nodded. “Better than your birthday?” He nodded again. “Thanksgiving?” Nod. “Our anniversary?”

He hesitated, knowing the implication behind your words. “That’s not nice,” he whined. “We know how good our anniversary is. Because Stiles gets to do many naughty things that day. In many different positions. How can we compare that to this?”

“Because I’m making you choose.”

“Y/N,” he whined, dragging out each syllable of your name. “That’s not fair. Sex and Star Wars are not on the same plane of existence. It would take jumping through hyperspace like… a million times to reach the same level!”

“Oh my God,” you groaned at him.

“Fine. This is the second best day of the year,” he huffed. “But, you never told me what you thought.” He dropped his backpack, doing a small spin before posing, almost stumbling in dizziness. “How do I look?”

“Um…” you paused, trying to find the right words. “Good? Handsome? Sexy?”

“Seriously?” he grumbled lowly.

“What?” You asked. “I’m confused. What are you wanting me to say? I don’t even know what you’re dressed up as!”

“How am I dating you again?” he asked quietly. “I’m Han Solo!”

“Why aren’t you Yoda?” You asked. Stiles’ lips pursed into a tight line.

“Because I’m trying to be the Han solo to my Princess Leia?” he said as if it were more than obvious. You stared at him blankly, making him roll his eyes. “Fine. If you want me to be your Yoda, your yoda I will be. Speak like this all day will I.”

“Please don’t,” you pleaded.

Stiles grinned, taking your hand and lacing your fingers together. “You very much I love. Now, go to class let us.”

He tugged you down the hall reluctantly. “Alright, you can go back to Han Solo-ing!”

“Han Solo I will not.”

“Oh my God, Stiles!”

He made jokes throughout the day, swapping between his ‘yoda-speak’ and normal star wars jokes, trying to impress you as if he were truly Han Solo. You bit your tongue the entire time, not wanting to ruin his happiness. Admittedly, you hadn’t fully made it through the Star Wars franchise, something come up every time Stiles convinced you to sit down to watch them. Most of the times were because you would get called by your parents to return home early, their pissy attitudes ruining the mood to watch movies anyway, you fell asleep on Stiles’ lap while he ran his fingers through your hair, or you would end up making out through the important parts of the plot. Because of this, most jokes went over your head, leaving you lucky if you were able to decipher some of the things he uttered.

But you let him have his fun, knowing how much this day meant to him. Between school and supernatural events, it was rare to have some fun in Beacon Hills these days. The last thing you wanted to do was snap at him because he was going overboard, no matter how tempting it was. Everything he said was Star Wars related - he even made a Star Wars lunch. It was growing irritating, but you did you best.

His happiness comes first, you told yourself at least once an hour, the smile on his face brightening your mood the slightest bit.

It wasn’t until the bell rang at the end of the day that you were at your breaking point.

You and Stiles headed to the library to work on homework, Stiles giggling immaturely when you found a dark corner to yourselves.

“Welcome to the darkside, young Skywalker,” he spoke deeply as he collapsed into the chair, leaving you gritting your teeth.

“Would you rather follow the light?” you asked, Stiles beaming.

“But the darkside is awesome. We have cookies!” he laughed, pulling out a bag of your favorite cookies - Oreos. You blinked at it.

“How long have you had those?”

“All day.”

“How long have you been waiting to make that joke?”

He froze before saying, “All day.”

“I’ll forgive you this once,” you said quicky, snatching the bag before sitting next to him. You pulled out your books and pencils, Stiles following your lead.

“I didn’t want you to think I was playing you,” he hummed. “Then you would have just screamed ‘IT’S A TRAP’ at me for it.”

“Alright,” you sighed, nudging him. “Time to work.”

He flailed slightly, acting as if the light nudge to his side was a powerful shove. “Woah, princess! Careful!” he laughed, catching himself. “The force sure is strong with this one!”

The hold on your pencil tightened. “Stiles, seriously. It’s time to do homework. I want to get this done while we have time.”

He leaned on the table, staring at you. “You do know it’s Friday, right? We have all weekend to do homework.”

“I’d rather get it done now,” you huffed at him, leaning closer to him. His eyes darted to your lips a few times, struggling to maintain his gaze on your eyes. “I don’t want to fall behind. And if we get it done now, together, we can use the weekend for ourselves. My parents are going out of town for business, so…”

Your lips brushed his softly, both of you closing your eyes at the sparks and fireworks going off. It was a tender and brief kiss, but it let you wanting more. And you knew it was doing the same thing to Stiles.

“I’ll jump in my Millenium Falcon and travel through space to see you.”

You backed away, brow furrowing. “Stiles. Seriously?”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” he pleaded. “Moment ruined. I get it. Won’t happen again, princess. I swear.”

“It better not.”

He licked his lips slowly, rubbing them together. “If we finish the math homework, can we make out?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, looking down at your book to avoid his stare. “Yeah, we can make out.”

Stiles grinned, running a hand through his soft hair, pulling out a pencil to start on the assigned math problems. He was eager to get through them quickly, the promise of afterwards weighing heavily on his mind. The sooner I solve these equations, the sooner I get time with Na-boo. He laughed to himself at his thought, choosing to stay quiet for the time being.

Rushing through the assigned math, he slammed the book closed the second he was done, turning in his seat towards you. You were still diligently working, Stiles couldn’t tell if you were purposefully taking your time to tease him or if you were struggling. He wanted to belt out all of the answers to speed up the process, his foot tapping anxiously as he kept a close watch on what you were doing. Finally, you shut you book, the problems left unfinished.

“You aren’t done,” he pointed out.

“I am for now,” you mused, turning towards him, moving your chair closer to him. “You know, it’s kind of hard to concentrate when you’re staring daggers into the side of my head.”

“I couldn’t help it. You’re simply Endor-able.”

You fought the frown that wanted to appear. You should have known that he would make another joke. You shook the pit inside you away, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Is that so?” He nodded slowly, his lips puckering with anticipation. Yours brushed over his softly as you spoke, never pressing against them fully. “Well, I’m glad you think so. And since you willingly complied with homework time, I will show you a better time now.”

You pushed your lips against his completely, his lips naturally overtaking them. His head tilted to the right, yours to the left, to get better access to the kiss, the low sound of lips connecting and disconnecting hovering around you. His hand met your waist, pushing up the end of your light blue ruffled top. He tugged you as close as he could with the restriction of the library chairs, your legs tangled together under the table. Your hands tangled in the hairs at the base of his neck, pulling him as close as possible.

Hs tongue passed over your lips, sneaking through a small opening to trace the lining of your cheeks. You mewled quietly into him. Hands moving down his shoulders to play with the buttons on his henley shirt. His own hand moved up your shirt and under your bra, the pads of his fingers skimming over your nipples. You both knew this wasn’t the place to do anything, though it never stopped you before. It wouldn’t be the first time if you found yourself between bookshelves, Stiles desperate to dig himself deep into you. But you wanted to keep yourself at bay, staying tame until later.

That didn’t mean you couldn’t have fun and enjoy yourselves.

He broke the kiss for air, a small string of saliva connecting your mouths. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice deep and husky. His nose bumped yours, nuzzling together affectionately. “Have I ever told you how hot you are?”

“You know, you haven’t,” you laughed. “It’s always pretty, gorgeous, or beautiful. Never hot. So,” you mused, kissing him softly. “Tell me, Stiles. How hot am I?”

“You’re hotter than the flames of Mustafar,” he quipped, pressing his lips to yours. On instinct, your bit down on your lip, finding his instead. He yelped in surprise, pulling back and placing his fingers to it. It was red and swollen from the kisses, a tiny bit of blood coming out.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you panicked.

“It’s fine,” he said gently. He pulled you closer, playing with you hair. “Accidents happen, princess. No harm, no foul.”

“You sure?” you asked.

“Of course, princess. I could never be mad at you,” he confirmed, giving a small smile. You returned it, pulling him close to resume your kisses. “You’re the Obi-Wan for me.” You froze. “Now, let’s get hoth and heavy with this make out. I love when you kiss me baby. But, I feel a great disturbance in my pants… But don’t worry. Unlike Han, I won’t shoot first.”

You pulled away roughly, Stiles looking rather shocked. “Alright. This needs to stop, Stiles. This is getting ridiculous! I get that you love Star Wars and it’s May fourth, but this is getting…” you paused, biting your lip. “Annoying. I’m sorry to say that, but it is! All I have heard all day is Star Wars jokes! You’re killing the mood by using Star Wars pickup lines. Yes, you look incredibly sexy dressed like this, but you’re dressed as Han Solo at school. You swapped your stud muffin shirt for Star Wars. There is a line, Stiles, and you crossed it hours ago! I’m just… I’m just tired of it.”

His face fell, his eyes glazing over with unshed tears. Your heart broke at the look on his face, your mouth opening to apologize profusely. But before you could, he was already throwing his stuff in his bag, zipping it closed. “I-I should go,” he croaked, his voice cracking. He stood abruptly from his seat, gnawing on his lip. “I-I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean it, Y/N. I’ll talk to you later.”

He ran off before you could stop him, your hand reaching out and barely missing the sleeve of his shirt. You frowned deeply, watching him furiously wiping at his eyes as he pushed his way through the doors. You slumped back in your chair, biting at your nails - a bad habit you seemingly picked up from the spazz you called a boyfriend. You felt horrible for what you said, the look on his face devastating. He meant no harm yet you threw it all back in his face.

“Damn,” you whispered to yourself, ruffling your hair. You stared at your books, your heart no longer in it to finish all of your homework. You didn’t care how it landed as you swept your belongings into your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. “I will make it up to him. I have to.”

Hours later, Stiles sat on his bed, watching The Empire Strikes Back for the millionth time. His focus wasn’t on his laptop though. His eyes were red, a pillow hugged to his chest. He was hurt by what you said, though he understood why you said those things. It just broke his heart to actually hear it. He didn’t want to cry, but he did. He wanted to forget, but he couldn’t.

His phone chimed from his table, the spazz turning to look at it. The screen lit up, a sad smile appearing on his face. He grabbed his phone, looking at the picture of you o his lock screen blowing a kiss at him. He let out an inaudible sigh, unlocking to read the message he got.

[Princess Leia 💞: My dearest Han Solo. It is I, your Princess Leia. Years ago, you asked me to be your girlfriend, and in that time, I have failed to do one simple thing for you: watch the Star Wars movies with the man I love. Now I beg you to forgive me in this struggle against May fourth and couples quarrels. I have placed information vital to this mission in your hands because frankly, you already own the movies. I will be by tomorrow at noon sharp to have a Star Wars marathon with you, the goal being to get through the originals. This is our most desperate hour - my most desperate plea. I’m sorry for what I said and I want to make it up to you. It’s no May The Fourth Be With You, but we can certainly have Revenge of the Fifth, right? Please, Han Solo (I CAN’T SAY OBI WAN KENOBI, IT RUINS THE MOOD), you’re my only hope.]

Stiles found himself laughing, more tears sliding down his cheeks, this time happily. You tried so hard to apply his love of Star Wars to your apology, planning to make a concerted effort to make it up to him, finally watching the movies from start to end. He placed his phone down, using the collar of his worn Yoda shirt to wipe his tears, shaking his head.

“God, I love you,” he whispered. Grabbing the phone, he took a deep breath before replying.

[Han Solo 💞: Bring popcorn.]

[Princess Leia 💞: Already bought it. And M&Ms.]

[Han Solo 💞: The Force is strong with this one.]

You shut the door behind you, kicking off your shoes before treading further into the house. You glanced at yourself in the hallway mirror in passing, adjusting the Star Wars shirt you bought last second that morning. You had to admit: you looked damn good. It hugs your form perfectly and you knew Stiles would love it no matter what. Satisfied, you continued into the house, calling for your boyfriend.

“Stiles? You here? I let myself in with my key!” you said.

“Living room!”

You walked in, finding the couch transformed into a comfort lounge. He had dragged every blanket in the house down, laying them out to make a comfy cuddle spot, the fleece Mets blanket ready to be draped over your forms. The pillows lined the back, more for Stiles than you. He was your pillow. He has cans of soda on the table, a bowl prepped for the popcorn and candy. The movies were on the tv stand, A New Hope on the tv already and ready to play.

“Wow,” you bemused. “You transformed this place.”

“Only the best for my girl,” he smiled, rushing over to hug you. Your bag hit the ground with a thud, returning his tight embrace. He pulled away, playing with a strand of your hair before taking in your attire. His breathing stopped, his eyes flickering. “I-I… Fuck.”

“What?” you hummed playfully.

“Just,” he breathed. “The way you’re dressed.”

“Just for you,” you laughed, spinning to show off the shirt you bought. “Though, I’m disappointed in you. You aren’t matching now. I dressed up just for you and you’re not showing Star Wars pride.”

He rubbed his lips together, backing towards the stairs. “Just. Make the popcorn and I will be down in a minute.” He tripped over the steps, stumbling to walk up them. “One minute!”

You giggled, picking up your bag and heading for the kitchen, making the popcorn as requested. He was back in the living room when you were done, wearing a black Star Wars shirt that almost matched your own. You grinned, flopping onto the cuddle couch. “That’s better. Now, come cuddle me so we can watch these movies.”

“Fine,” he chuckled, flicking off the lights, grabbing the remote, and dropping next to you. You curled into his chest, the popcorn dumped into a bowl on his lap. “No sleeping, princess. Alright?”

“I know.”

“And what’s the rule on kissing? Is it proper etiquette to kiss you? Or push you away to watch the movies?”

You glanced up at him, kissing him softly. “Between movies.”

“Fair.”

The afternoon flew by watching the movies, the second movie having just ended. As promised between each movie, you found yourself in a heated kiss, the empty bowl of popcorn resting on the table in front of you. Your bodies were curled under his Mets blanket, leg over his lap to press yourself together together. Your arms wound around his neck, tugging at his dark locks, occasionally massaging at his shoulders under his shirt. His were on your waist, keeping a searing hold on your already hot skin.

Your heads tilted in opposite directions, furiously kissing at each others lips. You didn’t care that your noses brushed with each movement or your teeth clashed. Your tongues swirled together between your cheeks, soft moans vibrating his throat. The noisy kisses filled the steamy air of the room, smacking together with every disconnect. Your chests were pressed to each other, hearts pounding hastily against your chests.

He pulled away from the kiss, running his hand over your breasts through the shirt. “So smart. So beautiful. Fuck, how did I get lucky with you?”

“I question that every day with you,” you told him, smiling against his lips. You dropped a hand under the blanket, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding in to feel his erection. He grunted softly, hips ucking into your touch. “You are so amazing, Stiles.”

“Don’t tease,” he whimpered slightly. You grinned, stroking him inside his pants, his breathing picking up. “I dunno if I can make it through the third movie, princess. I think we need to move to the bedroom. I need to be deep inside you. Fuck, I’m so horny for you.”

“Stiles,” you whimpered. His hand moved from your chest to your own jeans, following the lead on unbuttoning them. His hand slid between your legs, ghosting through your folds.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned. His cock twitched in your hand, wanting more. “I can just picture your wet little cunt around me. Oh god, I need it. Even if you ride me right here, I need you.”

“Fuck, Stiles,” you whined, two fingers dipping into your core. “God, Stiles. I’m so wet for you. I can already feel your giant cock inside me, thrusting as fast as you can. You hit all the right spots. You make me moan. You spank me. You pull my hair. Hell, choke me, baby. I don’t care. I just want to cum and feel you cum inside me.”

“Holy god. I love your filthy mouth,” he grumbled, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, tongues visibly battling. You stroked him faster, his own fingers speeding up. “I want to fuck you, princess. Right here, right now.”

“I know,” you told him, pulling away. He fell face first in the couch when you hand pulled out, his hand pulled free and your body vanishing from his hold. He pushed up quickly, finding you fixing your pants. You fixed your hair, straightening your clothes. “Unfortunately, I have to run a few quick errands right now. It should only take an hour or so, but how about you meet me back at my house to watch the last movie.”

“But-”

“I love you,” you whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, bolting for the door. Stiles followed after you, attempting to fix his pants, the bulge highly evident. He palmed himself, standing in the entryway with you.

“You’re really going to leave me with this?” he asked, forehead wrinkling. “You turn me on like this and leave? What am I supposed to do with this little problem?”

“Stiles, baby. How do you normally get rid of an erection?” you joked, pulling on your shoes.

“What?” he asked incredulously. “Porn. Or your naked body.”

You pat his cheek, kissing his lips softly. “And, on your laptop, you have a private file of nudes that if I find out get leaked will result in your immediate downfall. By which I mean your balls ripped off painfully. Now, do me a favor, and don’t get off too much. Save some for later.”

You winked, slipping out the front door, leaving a flabbergasted boyfriend behind. He rubbed his face with his hands, making for his room. He wondered what you meant - what you had in store - but didn’t bother to stress about it. His focus was on the erection between his legs first.

He unlocked the front door to your house, the darkness inside overwhelming. He was confused. Your car was out front, but the house showed no sign of life. “Y/N?” he called, earning no response. He glanced at the time, a little over an hour having passed since you ran out on him. He run his hand through his hair, shutting the door behind him regardless. “Baby, are you home?”

Maybe she went on a stroll around the block? He tried to falsely reason, knowing it was not even close to being true. Using his phone for light, he weaved through the house to your room, furrowing his brow when he saw the light peeking out from under the door.

He knocked once. “Y/N? You awake?” No response. He furrowed his brow, knocking louder. “Y/N?” He shuffled between his feet, becoming more anxious by the second. He wasn’t sure what to do. Finally, he knocked again. “Baby, I’m going to come in, alright? If you’re asleep, I’ll leave.”

Earning no response again, he cracked open the door. Candlelight flickered on the walls, rose petals strewn across the floor. The low hum of Han Solo and Princess Leia’s Love Theme played through a wireless speaker perched on the computer desk in his sight. Stiles cocked his head in confusion, pushing the door open wider. Hs footsteps were slow to enter, but he froze the second he got in entirely.

You were laying on your bed, a fuzzy black blanket under you. You were resting on your side against some black pillows, a mountain of pillows behind you with a blanket thrown over it. There was a sign tape to the wall, an arrow pointing at the mound that read ‘This is supposed to be Jabba’, making Stiles stiffle a loud chortle. You had put up printouts of C-3PO and R2D2, Jabba’s minions,and even Boba Fett taped to the wall, attempting to recreating the scene from Return of the Jedi.

What caught his attention most was that you were clad in the familiar gold bikini Leia wore in the movie. The red, slowing veils covered the front and back of the g-string thong, the veil having shifted just enough to show off your ass. Your hair was tied in a tight braid that rested over your shoulder. You had done your makeup to perfection, rubbing your lips together. And to complete the package, you had a chain around your neck that was clasped to the metal grating headboard you had.

“Holy shit,” he breathed lowly. You gave a seductive grin, drawing circles on the fuzzy blanket.

“You’ve come to save me, my Han Solo,” you whispered, Stiles’ body flaring from simple words. He took small steps forward, unsure of himself. “Or, are you my Yoda? What should I call my savior from the cruelty of Jabba the Hutt?”

“Your Yoda?” He let out, licking his lips. He pulled his shirt over his head as he walked, dropping it to the ground without remorse. His biceps flexed and his pecs tensed, the hair on his chest and stomach deliciously dark. He unbuttoned his jeans as he inched forward, letting them hang low on his hips, showing off his v-lines. “I’m definitely your Han Solo, princess.”

“Then, don’t stand there frozen in carbonite. Save me, Han.”

He rushed forward, pushing the mound of pillows off the bed, rolling you onto your back. His lips found yours, kissing you fast and hard, the kiss far from clean. Your hands traced his torso, winding around his neck to tangle in his hair. He was tugging at the straps of the golden top, trying to rip it from your skin. He had to pull you from the bed to pull it over your head, the straps tangling before he got it off, leaving it dangling on the chain around your neck.

He went back to kissing you, palming your breasts in his hands, massaging the nipples between his fingers. You mewled into the kiss, letting his lips dominate yours completely. Your tongues tangled together, practically salivating into each others mouths. He pulled away to leave wet kisses down your neck, laying you back to the bed with his mouth attached to your chest. He rolled the nipple between his lips, flicking the hard peak with his tongue before kissing it swiftly. He growled against them at the sounds of your moans, kneading your other breast in his hand.

“God, Stiles,” you whimpered loudly, arching into him. You tugged at his hair, pushing him into your chest more. “I find your lack of nudity disturbing…”

He pulled away with a pop, a laugh replacing his ragged breathing. “Seriously?” he asked, looking up at you. You nodded with a smile, making his widen. “You have a completely different tune than yesterday.”

“I told you I wanted to make it up to you. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“I know,” he chuckled. He kissed down your body more, licking along the g-string. “You know, I should be saying that to you. You need to be more nude, princess.”

“I’m pretty sure I have less on than you,” you quipped. “I’m in a thong, Stiles. Waiting for you to spank me.”

“Holy God,” he groaned. “So hot.”

“Just remember, Stiles,” you let out, pushing up into him, connecting your lips. Your lips skimmed his as your spoke, your words seductive once more. “I like it rough.”

“Jesus,” he groaned. He slid down your body, tugging down the g-string and red veil that covered your core. You were dripping for him already, Stiles going slack jawed. “God, I definitely like this side of you. This… nerdy girl that I fell in love with when I was ten. And she’s all mine. God, you can’t be real.”

“Well, I am,” you hummed, trying to tug at his jeans. “Now, I suggest you shut up and fuck me. I’m quite ready to do what I was ready for over an hour ago.”

“Well, sounds like a personal problem considering you left me,” he snickered. “But, I get why you said not to jerk off more than once. Trust me, it was tempting. Those pictures I have of you are phenomenal. I love you. I love your body. I love your personality. And fuck, I could have easily came three more times.”

“Well, hopefully you can cum that many times inside me,” you said, voice tight. “I won’t be nice again, Stiles. Fuck. Me.”

“Such a foul mouth you have, princess,” he grinned. He rolled off the bed, droppings his jeans, shoes flying in different directions. His boxer briefs came next, erection slapping his stomach as it stood proud. The tip was red with want, precum oozing through the slit. He stroked himself slowly, watching the look on your face contort with desire. You licked your lips, ready to pounce if needed. The was taunting you, showing off the cock you wanted inside you this instant. “How should you be punished?”

You stared at him, a mischievous smile growing on your cheeks. You shifted positions, your legs spread wide to give him a full pussy shot. Your fingers ran over your folds, Stiles eyes narrowing on your actions, his orbs almost black with lust. “However you want,” you told him firmly.

He practically flew across the room, claws bared when he collided with your form. You let out a loud moan, Stiles buried deep inside you without much effort. He didn’t waste time, wrapping your legs around his waist, pounding himself into you rapidly. You moaned loudly, arms slung around his neck, head falling back into the pillows that were scattered across the bed. Your nails raked across his back, red marks lining his muscled skin.

His lips met yours, vehemently thrusting into you, his cock pistoning in and out at God-like speeds. Your moans vibrated your body, your form shaking under his hold. Even though he had barely started you were at your wits end, ready to cum multiple times from what he was doing. The way his cock hit your g-spot with every thrust made your body shudder, your core growing wetter with time. It made it easier for him to push faster and harder, the slick fluids coating his skin aiding his thrusts. His length rubbed against your walls, the sensitivity at max from the erotic circumstance you found yourself in. Whatever he did to you made you claw more at his skin, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

“Fuck!” you cried out. “Fuck me, Stiles! Oh god, more!”

“You’re so dirty, baby,” he growled, sucking dark marks to your neck and collarbone. His thrusts got faster, panting from the way he pushed. “You like me pounding your sweet little pussy? You like me pleasing you?”

“God, yes!” you cried out. “Do whatever you want to me, Stiles. Just make me cum until I can’t see straight.”

“God, I love you,” he grunted, pulling out of you. You whimpered at the loss, feeling him flip your body to your hands and knees. You watched him scurry forward on the bed, unhooking the end of the chain around your neck. He shook free the bra from earlier, wrapping the chain around his hand until it was short and taut. He resumed his position behind you, smoothing his hand over your ass slowly. “You also have a fine ass.”

“I can say the same about you,” you hummed. “Yours is nice and round. And it has these cute little moles everything. And man, I love to smack it.”

“Like this?” he popped out, smacking your ass with a sickening crack. You squealed, whined and moaned at the same time, pushing your ass back against him.

“Again,” you pleaded, repeating the noises louder when his hand connected to your skin again.

“Dirty, dirty girl,” he grinned, his cock sliding your your folds teasingly. He carefully pushed in, pulling out completely to leave you crying for more. He repeated the process a few more times before stilling inside you, listening to your drawn out moan. “My dirty girl. She likes when I do her from behind, huh?”

“I do,” you whined, glancing back at him. “It the best feeling, Stiles. Now, please. Make me cum.”

He nodded, slowly building up his speed until he was pounding against your ass, the slapping of his hips against your skin loud around the room. His balls smacked against your folds with each thrust, Stiles fervently pounding into you. He tapped you sweet spot without trying, hearing you scream his name loudly.

He tugged on the chain, slightly restricting your airway. Spots formed in your vision, the lessening of air intensifying the feeling of his thrusts. You whimpered for him, pleading through broken words for more, telling him to do whatever he wanted to you. His hand connected with your ass, bright red hand prints stained on your skin. He pushed himself into you, chest heaving and cock twitching.

He darted forward, pulling the rubber band fro your hand, ruffling your hair free from the braid to grip it tightly. He tugged at it the same way he tugged at the chain on your neck, your moans freely filling the room. He grunted in satisfaction, pushing even harder than before.

“Go, Stiles! Yes! More, baby!” you screamed, Stiles more indistinguishable noises in agreement. He glanced hazily to the side, peering your forms in the vanity mirror in your room, licking his lips. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, your eyes tightly shut and your face displaying a look of pleasure. He could see the red lines across his back and the red on your ass, feeling fulfilled. The only thing he wish he could see as a cherry on top of the sundae would be you playing with your clit, but your shaking body told him that was impossible.

Maybe next time.

“Cum for me, princess,” he huskily spoke, goosebumps forming along your skin. You moaned loudly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, clapping skin growing louder. His thrusts were growing sloppy, both of you close to your end. “Cum, baby.”

You whimpered, body collapsing against the blankets and pillows in a fit of quakes. Your walls hugged him close, limbs giving into the orgasm that washed through your pores. Your knot inside you unraveled, toes curling repeatedly. You gripped at the bed as much as possible, your juices splattering your walls and down his cock. His own thrusts slowed, sliding in and out easily from the moisture along his length. You were warm around him, the tightness overwhelming him. He, too, snapped, grunting as he came. Strings of his hot seed spilled into you, mixing with your arousal in your core. Your walls hugged him close, milking him for every drop of the liquid you craved. He rode you both through your highs, prolonging your orgasm as much as he could.

Pulling free from you, he collapsed face first on the bed next to you, silence consuming the room. Your hand reached blindly for him, finally finding his and lacing your fingers together. You turned your head towards him, giving him a lazy smile.

“Hey, Stiles.”

“Hm?”

“Have I told you that I love you?” You pondered. He nodded. “Well, I’m glad. I hope you know how much I love you. Because, you stole my heart like the rebels stole the Death Star plans.”

Stiles laughed, turning to look at you. “I love you so much, just for that.” He shuffled closer to you, kissing you gently. “A girl after my own heart. Smart, beautiful and can quote Star Wars.”

“Only for you,” you told him. “I’m really sorry I snapped at you. I wanted to make it up to you, so I binged all since movies last night after I got home. And came up with this. Decorated, dressed up, and planned all of this. I wanted to show you I do care.”

“I know you do,” he whispered. “And this was fucking amazing, baby. It really was. I’m glad I have you.” He slowly unclasped the chain from your neck, kissing your neck. “I love you, Y/N. You are my Princess Leia.”

“I love you too. Thank you for being my Han.”

He grinned, kissing you again. “Now, can we watch Return of the Jedi? I was promised all the originals!”

“Needy bastard,” you grumbled, rolling away from him and off the bed. You blew out the candles, flicking on a light as you left the room. Stiles sat up, watching you leave, his mouth wide open.

“Baby?” he called. No response. “Princess?” Nothing. “Y/N!”

“Let’s go, loser!”

Stiles smiled, uncaring for his nude state. He ran after you, the two of you cuddled for another Star Wars movie to mark the year’s Star Wars Day.

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imagineaworlds · 7 years ago

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Sorry -- Sweet Pea

Written By: @raventt5-bb

Request: “Sweet Pea x reader where she has a really dark past so she uses dark humor to cope (kinda like juggie) and he says something that triggers her and she blows up on him, accidentally letting her past slip out of all the things that happened to her?”

Warnings: talk of past abuse

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Word Count: 823

Sitting around a table at Pop’s, everyone was chatting about everything and nothing at the same time. (y/n) sat between Jughead and Sweet Pea listening but never joining in completely, their mind slowly wandering over to memories she longed to forget. Everyone knew (Y/N) hide the pain she felt with humor too dark for any other person.

“Hey, (Y/N), wanna share with the class what that pretty little head is thinking bout?” Sweet pea talked down to (Y/N) looking at her with humor in his eyes.

“Not much of your business, right Pea?” (Y/N) replied looking back with the same gleam in her eye, “Besides I think I’m going to head home, I’m so tired.”

(Y/N) got up from the table and walked towards the exit not taking note of the tall serpent following close behind. (Y/N) took the long way home hoping that the walk would help clear her mind and return the bad memories to where she had thought she would soon forget.

“(Y/N/N), wait up. Hey would you slow down? Damn you must be excited to get home to mommy and daddy,” Sweet pea called from down the street running to try and catch them, joking around to attempt to catch their attention. He didn’t realize what he had just said and how much it hurt them inside. “How bout you don’t talk about things you don’t know anything about Sweet Pea. Don’t you have somewhere else to be, ya know somewhere that isn’t bothering me?” (Y/N) said quickly turning to running serpent making him stop dead in his tracks.

“Come on downer, why are you in such a pissy mood?” He said looking at them with confusion written over all of this features.

“Why am I in a pissy mood?! Oh I don’t know maybe it’s because I’m trying to not think about my parents and you decide to just shove my face right back into that pie. Ya know always gotta run the knife right back the old wound, right Pea?” (Y/N) said stepping back away from Sweet Pea, raising their voice the more they spoke.

“What are you even talking about?! I swear sometimes you act so weird for no reason,” He said slowly getting louder to match their tone.

“Sorry if I act weird when I’m trying to keep memories away from the center of my mind. Honestly Sweet Pea you have no right to call me out when I’m trying my best to do everything right,” (Y/N) said with the same tone in her voice as he did, pushing Sweet Pea back a little.

“Why are you getting so upset?! You know i'm just joking so calm down and take the joke,” He said moving closer once again trying to understand why my mood was so off today.

“You don’t even get it, my parents are gone. They abused me since i was five and suddenly they pick up and take off. They left me behind! They hurt me and dropped me like nothing more than trash on the side of the road. Don’t you understand that they didn’t care about me and that’s why it hurts so much!” (Y/N) screamed as tears fell down her face. Immediately, it hit Sweet Pea, you never wanted anyone to see your parents always said they were busy but that never made sense considering it was always the same thing. Sweet Pea pulled (Y/N) closer to him hugging her tight to his body as she sobbed harder and louder as the time passed.

“I’m sorry, I am so sorry (Y/N/N). You are so much more than whatever your parents think. They don’t know you but i do and Jughead and Toni and Fangs, we know the person you are even when you aren’t your best,” He kissed the top of their head hugging them closer to him.

They stood for a while with (Y/N)’s head resting peacefully on his chest listening to his heart's steady rhythm when (Y/N) started giggling softly.

“What's so funny (Y/N/N),” He pulled back to look in their face as he asked with a little smile creeping up his features.

“For so long I kept that all inside and it hurt but after blowing up on you i feel a ton better. I’m sorry i lost it with you. It’s just when i was younger they said the worst things and they hit, kicked and punched me down. Then when they left, I never wanted to burden people with what had happened because nothing could change what happened in the past,”(Y/N) said moving away from him a little.

“Keeping it in just makes the feelings demand to be felt,” He said pulling them closer again, hugging them tight in the cover of darkness with only the streetlight keeping them slightly seen.

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imagine-that-one-thing · 7 years ago

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Styles Towers. || 18

Authors Note: With the Book coming to an end, I feel it is necessary to take a moment to write a proper authors Note. So here I go. This book started off as a ten chapter CEO fanfic that I had no intentions of attaching too or writing to this extent. On 08 DEC 2016, I posted the first chapter and I had no damn clue that just over a year later I would have turned that 10 chapter idea into two books- 39 chapters. I don't know how or why I got so attached to these two characters, I still have no idea how I came up with half the ideas that I did. This writing has gotten me through another year, it has gotten me through some hard times and some freaking amazing times. In a non-cliche way, this novel became my safe haven and now that it is over, I am not quite sure what to do with myself. I didn't think it would be this hard to finish this, and I don't mean to sound dramatic but this is quite literally a piece of me. This became my heart and soul, it is my little baby I have cherished and grown and it is now leaving the nest, in a sense. Maybe one day I will open this book back up, make some edits and maybe even continue it fully somehow into the rest of their lives, but until then, all I have left are the small blurbs about these characters I post to Tumblr. I hope you guys have relished the journey of these characters and have enjoyed reading this as much as I have writing it. Thank you to everyone that has read this and to those who have waited through the dry periods of me not posting for a few weeks and suddenly posting. Thank you for being patient and understanding. And a special thank you to my mutuals that have helped me edit chapters and allowed me to bounce ideas off of them at an ungodly hour. I am so sorry for the 3 am messages, but I promise it was well worth it. :') Thanks again, all the love - N :) Xx (There will be an Epilogue).

Master List

What a wonderful world.

February 14th, 2022.

Belatedly, Harry and I have managed to obtain common ground— after he was released from the Hospital right before Christmas— we came to a union: Harry keeps the business on the condition his hours are limited, there are no more secrets or skeletons in the closet and he takes the time to listen when I try to help him, (more so when it comes to him overworking and ruining himself) and will adjust his schedule when the baby arrives.

To say the least, we have been amply great the weeks leading up to today; Harry has been cooperating with physical therapy, he has his moments where he struggles with everything. There are some nights he doesn’t sleep because of the constant repressed memories that eat him alive from his childhood and leading up to now. There have been times we have had to leave restaurants or certain places because the crowds or certain sounds trigger him. Sometimes I have woken him from nightmares that have left him drenched in sweat and with ragged breaths. Although he has his bad days, he also has his good where the caring, loving man I fell in love with makes an appearance. As for business, Harry is discovering how to draw a line between work and business and most of all he is transforming back to the man I used to know. As for me, well, my only significant job has been to continue growing our child, Harry's words, not mine, and my job has been to help and support Harry through all this. Harry has been hesitant about enabling me to put in hours at work but hasn't had much of a choice than to just bite his tongue and get over it.

It turns out I am just like Harry; I have to always be doing something. I can't sit down and watch Netflix for too long— I go stir crazy— I guess Harry rubbed off on me.

I feel the sheets of the bed shift effortlessly and my lips curve into a smile— Harry’s awake. I observe his body warmth inching closer before his lips caress to the side of my cheek, “good morning, darling.” His voice is delicate and sweet before he settles back to his side of the bed and lets out a heavy sigh.

“Good morning, what time is it?”

“It’s time for me to get up and get dressed.” … “How long have you been awake?”

I cock my head to my right shoulder and look at Harry, “jus’ woke up.”

Harry chuckles modestly to himself before he props himself up on his side with a slight wince, “Sweetheart, I know that is a lie.”

“Just an hour, do you need me today?”

“Always need ya,” Harry responds before he leans closer and kisses me gently before he, once again, removes his lips and shifts in the bed to launch himself to his feet.

I shift my own position and relax my back on the headrest, watching as Harry shuffles his way to the wardrobe and clasps his hand to the doorknob. “I meant at work. Any CAO duties that need taking care of?”

Harry overlooks my question and draws out a button up and his suit pants, “I have a meeting at eight and nine and we have one at eleven and then I am just doing paperwork, I was thinking we could go out for dinner?”

“Oh, so you remember what today is?” I challenge.

“Today is Monday.”

I raise a brow but I decide to disregard the fact he appears to have forgotten today is Valentine's day, I can’t really blame him, we agreed not to go overboard with Valentine's Day, mainly it was my idea when I was having quite the mood swing.

Harry and I waste no time with getting ready and hurrying around the house for last minute things.

“Elise, come on, we’re going to be late,” Harry’s voice echoes the hallways.

“Give me a minute, damn.”

“You’ve had thirty, let’s go,” Harry mutters, hurrying me out the door and grabbing my coat for me, being too impatient to wait another minute.

“Why are you pissy this morning? You were fine in bed.”

Harry sighs as he presses the button to unlock his car, “jus’ stressed and my fucking wound hurts like a bitch–ignore me being a prick.”

“I had planned too,” I respond, wandering to the passenger seat of the car as he mutters something under his breath.

***

“What’s wrong?” Harry questions as his eyes are focused on the road, his left hand clutching his coffee. “I can see you from the corner of my eye,” he informs me, shifting to glance at me for a brief moment before he’s back to the road.

“I don’t really know.”

“You don’t know what’s wrong and why you’re squirming in your seat like a child who can’t keep still?” Harry questions, taking a sip of his coffee before setting it back down in the cup holder.

“I’m nauseous.”

“That’s fucking great, just when we have an important meeting,” he murmurs, not being sympathetic in the slightest way, “do you need me to take you back home?”

“No, but thank you for being incredibly sweet.” I sneeringly respond, leaning my head against the window as the car comes to a stop, early morning traffic coming to a standstill.

I overhear him groan before I sense his hand press against my thigh, without much thought, I brush it away from me, “Elle, I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Is it the coffee? Do you want me to throw it out?” He offers, keeping his voice pleasant and patient.

“No.”

“Don’t be mad.”

“Sorry, I’m a bit irritated that you act like I’m a burden to you. ‘That’s fucking great’” I mimic his voice, glaring over at him as he laments.

“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.”

“Just drive, Harry. You have an important meeting to get to."

"Are we going to argue about this?" Harry challenges, leaning back and closing eyes for a moment.

We aren't going anywhere for a while in this traffic.

"We wouldn't need to argue if you weren't an arse. Good to know you still haven't learned your lesson," I grumble, hitting a nerve with him as I perceive his scintillating, loam-grey eyes sear into me as I lean back against the window.

"Oh, no. Don't try to pull that card," he shakes his head, "I put my life on the damn line and regret that night, trust me, I learned a fucking lesson."

"Clearly."

"Did you just wake up and decide you aspired to be pissy? For fuck's sake Elise, what is your bloody problem?"

"You just dismissed me as a burden because WE have an important business meeting. Again, I am second and your business is first."

He operates his fingers through his curls that are just starting to curl at the ends and he takes a deep breath, "should have gone with Logan, dammit," he grunts and I glare at him before I swat his chest, a groan escaping his lips. "I deserved that," Harry acknowledges with a dainty grin, "damn you have a hard hit, taught you well."

"Harry-" I roll my eyes, bothered with my husband that despite being an arse, I love more than anything. Nearly losing him twice almost destroyed me, and I know he doesn't mean it when he utters things similar to, 'I should have gone with Logan.' I know that it is part of his coping mechanism but it dawns on me every day that fate was on our side twice and granted him enough strength to be waking up beside me every morning.

He takes a breath, "I'm sorry but in my defence-" He clears his throat as I narrow my eyes at him and raise a brow, "fuck... I am sorry, I love you more than anything, I am an arse," he shrugs, "but I still love you and you still love me and that is all that matters."

"Smooth, real smooth."

"I know," he winks, "care to give me a kiss?"

"Not really, still upset with you."

"Oh, come on, darling, just a small kiss... I'm sorry, don't leave me hanging," he purses his lips for a kiss, leaning over to me with his hand on the steering wheel and his foot still on the break.

I sigh and giggle, unable to resist his charming enchanting, clay-grey eyes with his pursing lips. I kiss his lips lightly, "I love you," I mumble against his lips.

He pulls away and looks towards the traffic, "we're going to be here a while, this is why I hate not using my driver."

"And why didn't you use him this morning?"

Harry shrugs, "for some reason I felt like driving, I now regret it. How are you feeling?"

"The same, are you ready for the meetings?" I question, starting a very long conversation with him over his meetings to keep us occupied while stuck in the traffic.

*** ***

The moment we step into Styles Headquarters, Niall is there pacing up and down the waiting area of the elevators. I am surprised he hasn't worn the flooring thin, between him and Harry, I am not sure who is worse with pacing various domains of this building. He flicks his head towards us the second he overhears my shoes sounding against the marble floor. "Niall, mate, you look like you're about to have kittens, what's goin' on?" Harry questions as he stands behind me, his hands drawing my coat off my shoulders and down my arms before folding it over his arm and enveloping his other arm around me and stepping beside me.

"Business or personal first?"

"Business," Harry responds as I look up to see the elevator numbers descending.

"Anastasia is upstairs."

"Well yes, I would assume so considering she didn't call out and this is her work place, Niall." Harry comments as we step into the elevator and Niall follows before pressing the button to the floor we need to go to.

"Yeah, but I forgot what today is and I don't have anything planned, didn't even get flowers."

"Seems like someone else I know," I mutter, gently nudging Harry, reminding him that he seems to have forgotten that today is Valentine's Day.

Harry ignores my comment and my nudge as he looks towards Niall, "well, you're shit out of luck, ain't yeh mate?"

"I was hoping you would have some advice like you always do when I fuck up."

"Try and find reservations to a nice restaurant, if that doesn't work, cook something at home and do something romantic." ... "After our meetings or during lunch, go out and buy some bloody roses or whatever flowers she fancies, add some chocolate or wine, or buy her diamonds, every lady loves diamonds, but don't forget that this isn't about what you buy her, it is about loving each other... and no, I am not just saying that because Elise is right here listening to me," Harry informs Niall just as the elevator doors open.

"Niall, bring her lunch with flowers that way if you can't think of anything romantic for later, you at least tried with lunch," I pipe in before I step out in front of the two men and the two of them talk amongst themselves while I stride to my office. I push open my door and suddenly, I am the arse of the morning. My eyes scan my office that has multiple bouquets of roses adorned around it. My lips curve up into a smile as I shuffle closer and breathe in the scent of the roses.

"Didn't think I would really forget, did yeh?" Harry's voice distracts me and I turn on my heel to face him while he wanders closer to me.

"Kinda," I nod, "thank you for being sweet."

"You're welcome," he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him, his hands falling to the small of my back, "I love you. I don't say this a lot but I am so thankful for yeh, you're the best thing to happen to me, you're my safe haven. I love you more than I am capable of expressing, no amount of roses, diamonds or any gift expresses how much I love you. Promise me one thing?"

"What's that?" I softly ask, caressing my hands to his chest, my fingertips welcoming the delicate silk of his shirt.

"Never leave me, love yeh too much."

"I promise, you kinda tied me down," I wink, holding up my left hand, "this ring kinda promises that, darling." I show him my engagement ring and wedding band. "If I haven't left after seven years of dating and nearly a year of marriage, I think I'm good," I assure Harry, leaning up and kissing him gently.

"Mhm, good. I have to get to my first meeting," he mumbles between kisses and his stubble rubs against my lips.

I press my hand to rub against his dark stubble, "you need to shave,"

He laughs, "I would have this morning, but someone, not naming any names, took too long in the bathroom getting ready."

"Hey," I benevolently press my lips against his, "it takes time to look like this."

"Sweetheart, you're beautiful either way. I will talk to you later."

"Mhm, go kick ass in the meeting."

He winks, "I plan to," Harry chuckles before he unwraps his arms from me and proceeds his way out of my office, leaving me solely with my roses and the collection of work he has for me.

*** ***

Niall wanders into my office with that adoring smile of his and bright nautical-blue eyes. “You don’t look cheery,” he instantly comments, “who’s ass am I kicking? And if it’s Harry’s, I can’t do it.” Niall snickers and I shake my head at him, lifting my head off of the palm of my hand and straightening my posture.

“What’s up, Niall? What do I owe this visit? Bring me flowers?” I joke.

“Ah, very funny... Think you have enough," he gestures towards my array of roses, "Ye' husband out here making me look like a slacker... Anyway, James fucked up on his work and I was wondering if you could fix it?” He grants me that friendly smile of his he uses when he wants me to do something.

I heavily sigh and screw up my nose, not fond of the thought of doing extra work, “Why can’t Harry fix it?”

“Eh… he’s in a shitty mood, I feel bad Fo’ James because it’s his second day and doesn’t need pissy Harry in his case.”

I nod, agreeing with him, “he’s just in pain, send me the work and I will fix it.”

“Ah, that explains why he has been pacing.”

“Yeah, he can’t sit for long if he’s sore. The bloody wound is bothering him and we all get to suffer with him.” … “may his father rot in prison.” I murmur, having no remorse for the fact Harry’s father will never witness the light of day again.

“Hm, so now I know what’s up with him. What’s wrong with you? If you don’t wanna tell me, fine. But Anastasia is about to come in here and bug you because she said you’ve been in here quietly all morning.”

I sigh heavily and shrug, “I don’t feel well at all.”

“And you’re still here because?” He challenges crossing his arms over his chest and narrowing his eyes in the same manner Harry does.

To a certain extent, they’re precisely alike, it’s uncanny.

“I’m sick of being at home. I’ve spent the last two months mainly at home with Harry. I loathe being home alone and bored out of my mind.” … “I have work to do. If I don’t get it done the CEO will make everyone work overtime until everything is finished.”

“I’m sure he will understand.”

“Yeah, he will understand… that’s part of the problem.”

“What do you mean?”

“Harry and I overheard one of the men say Harry gives me special treatment.”

Niall laughs and I stare at him, confused as to what he finds amusing. “That’s a load of bullshit, he’s much kinder to all the women then what he is the men. He’s a pushover with the ladies. That guy is just a twit, probably going to get fired soon.”

“He’s entitled to have his own opinion, Niall.”

“Yeh, the wrong opinion, Elise.” Niall shakes his head, “go tell your husband you’re going home, C'mon, no need for you to sit ‘ere and slave away.”

“No. I’m fine.”

“Whatever ye’ say, darlin’. I have a meeting to prepare for, hope you get to feelin’ better.” Niall responds with his gregarious personality and galactic smile before exiting my office, leaving me alone with my back aches, nausea and the mass of work that needs to be completed.

I profoundly sigh as I stare at the time, ten-fifteen in the morning. I tense and let out a breath, the dull pain in my back turning into a lot more than a dull pain. The pain eases up after a few moments and I breathe gradually, attempting to relax.

Harry steps into my office, “hey, Elle, Mr.Bass is here, we have ten minutes.” Harry informs me while his hands adjust his tie.

“Do you think you can do the meeting without me?”

Harry shakes his head, “it’s going to look like I am giving you special treatment. I don’t want to be at this meeting either.”

“Ha–“ I’m cut off before I can justify my reasoning for requiring to skip the meeting.

“Elle, the meeting is in ten.” Harry alters his tone of voice and becomes stern, his fulgent, smaragdine-green eyes narrowing down on me. “Don’t forget to bring those files.” Harry gestures towards the documents on my desk that are in precise order and are required for this godforsaken meeting that evidently nobody wants to attend.

Harry turns on his heel and makes his way towards the door. “Arse,” I murmur, leaning back in my chair.

“Heard that, babe.” Harry’s voice chimes and I shrug.

“You were meant to,” I respond with quite the bitchy tone of my voice.

Harry swivels on his heel to glance over at me, “I’m still the CEO, technically your boss.” Harry points out.

Deep down I know he means nothing by it, he gets pissy and tense before certain meetings– not to mention, he may be the CEO but we are still equals in this, in fact, I own 51% of the company, settling me that tiny bit over the edge of Harry. Which also means, when it comes down to influential voting within the business, I technically get the overall say.

Interesting, huh?

I give him a sarcastic smile, “my boss is an arse.” … “don’t forget that 1% leverage I have. You know, the one you insisted on me having to prove a point that the business was ours and not just yours?”

He rolls his eyes, “I am aware,” Harry grumbles lamentably, “my wife is testing my patients as a CEO.”

“My husband is just being an outright arse today.”

“Eh,” Harry shrugs, “would you like to use that1% to rule in your favour of not attending the meeting, Mrs.Styles?”

I can sense the cynicism in his voice and I can sense his lambent eyes streaming with that certainty and cockiness they inhabit when he has a cocky sneer brewing. “Fuck you.”

“Not now, darling. I have an important meeting. See ya in seven minutes,” he winks cheekily and I roll my eyes at him and release a heavy sigh.

I stand from my chair, “Harry?” … “can I have my husband for a minute and not the CEO?” I question, watching as he nods his head and steps closer to the desk.

“I can do my best.”

“Can you rub my lower back, please? I know you can’t give me special treatment but for two minutes don’t be the pissy CEO.” I semi-beg, requiring a warm hand to caress to my lower back and knead it for a few moments, anything to help the discomfort that keeps rippling through it every so often.

He doesn’t think twice before his right hand is clasped to my shoulder and his left hand is massaging soothing circles in the small of my back, “where does it hurt, sweetheart?”

“Right there.” … “owe,” I whine softly, not wanting to come off too much as a needy pest who doesn’t want to be here.

He draws his hand away and leans over my shoulder to kiss my cheek, “there you go. Your loving husband now needs to go back to being a CEO, so… are you ready for that meeting because your ten minutes is up.”

“You’re like a dog with a bone. Relentless.” I roll my eyes, clasping the data on my desk before I’m facing Harry.

“I love you, after this meeting, you can go home.”

“Why, thank you, boss.” I cheekily wink at him.

“I love you, too, Harry.” Harry attempts to mimic my voice, causing me to chuckle for what feels like the first time this morning since he left for the meeting at seven-fifteen.

“I’m not allowed to tell my boss I love him, isn’t that against the code of conduct?”

He rolls his eyes at me, “well, you never listen to rules anyway.”

“Mhm. I love you, though. But you need to tone it down on being an asshole.” I inform him as we walk out of my office and into the main area.

*** ***

“Good afternoon and welcome. I am Harry Styles and I am the CEO of Styles & Co.” Harry introduces himself to Mr. Bass, the current prominent client Harry needs, and Mr. Bass's team.

"This morning, my team will take you through all aspects of our business. With us today is Elise CAO and president, and Niall Horan, executive vice president, Chief of finance and administration and treasurer. Also here today is Charles Taylor, our director of corporate planning." Harry introduces us to the others and I am compelled to fake a loving smile yet also a firm business appearance.

This is Charles’ first time sitting in on a meeting. Harry thought it was time to permit the man do his job. After the incident with their father and the whole announcement of fuckery, Charles was put through, Harry was the one to reach out and encourage Charles.

On the agreement Charles keeps up to date with therapy sessions and administers a squeaky clean reputation, Charles gets to operate at Styles & Co to get back on his feet before venturing out and attempting to start his own business, with the help of Harry.

Their father shredded Charles entirely of the business he had started, all his assets and earnings. Their father almost stripped him of his soon to be wife.

In a way, this is Harry making up for the lost time with Logan and fixing what has been broken. Charles Taylor is now under the wing of Harry and today Charles is receiving a taste of the influential world of his brother.

As for their Father, well, he pleaded guilty to all counts he was convicted of. Since he offered his guilty plea, any reduction attributable to the plea was applied to the sentence he received. He was charged with a Level one attempted murder charge under the SECTION 224 CRIMINAL JUSTICE ACT 2003. He was sentenced to an indeterminate sentence, which means the parole board (formally referred to as the Board of Parole Hearings) determines when an he is eligible for release. He has 25 years to life. The “25" is the determinate; "life" is the indeterminate sentence. Once he serves his minimum of 25 years, he is eligible for parole but it does not mean it will be determined that he is ready to "re-enter" society without posing an unnecessary public safety risk. With the charges against him on Charles behalf, the chances of the father being released by the board are slim to none. By the time his minimum sentencing is up, he will be seventy-eight years old and to be quite honest, I think justice will be served to him and he won't live for another twenty-five years. Incarceration lowers the lifespan expectancy… to be quite honest, he should already be six feet under and buried instead of Logan.

Niall gets the slide up on the presentation screen before he is handed the reins to present. “I would like to draw your attention to the fact that this presentation does contain forward-looking statements and actual results may differ as a result of many factors, some of which are noted on this slide.” Niall gestures towards the screen as Harry takes his seat beside me, subtly taking my hand under the table.

It's something that isn't unusual, most of the times I have to sit in on the meetings, he grasps my hand. It is a bit of a sweet gesture on his behalf. For me, it is pleasing to know that he is there. On the rare occasions that I do manage to fuck up, he always manages to step in at the right time and back me up. Sometimes just a simple squeeze of his hand calms my nerves.

I glance down at the file in front of me containing Mr. Bass’s business funds, mentally rolling my eyes at the fact he is making this meeting longer than what it requires to be. It is either a yes or no on whether he is going to do business with Styles & Co.

Personally, I would have pulled out by now, mainly because he doesn’t appear like a man that is interested in doing business with Harry, I think he is just wasting our time, but Harry has a better understanding of all this than what I do.

The performance summary of Mr. Bass is fair, from what I gather of the documents in front of me. But I of all people know that past performances should not be seen as a reliable indicator of future results.

As of 31 December 2021:

Equity — 33.1% — £1,324,492.70

Bonds — 50.5% — £2,021,986.10

Property— 3.9% — £156,214.00

Hedge Funds —2.5% — £100,778.78

Liquidity Funds— 7.0% — £279,522.06

Cash— 3.1% — £123,913.25

I say his file is decent, essentially because even at our companies worst and downfall, our performance summary was much higher as a whole. Individually, Harry’s performance summary was also much greater than what I see. Then again, in the year before the downfall, 2020, Styles & Co was posting 23 billion pounds in revenue and 2.3 billion pounds in profit.

I clear my throat subtly, curling my toes in my shoes while pain travels through my back, impelling its way towards my stomach. I glance over at the watch on my wrist: Just twenty minutes since the last spring of agony. I follow the time, attempting to take deep, subtle breaths while monitoring how long the pain lasts. Thirty-five seconds, that is how long it lasts, although it seems more like ten fucking minutes.

I squeeze his hand once, twice, three times, our signal that indicates we need to stop what we are doing and leave. It has been our signal for as long as we have been together, something we have applied a few times.

I glance over at him and he shakes his head, for the first time ever, neglecting our signal.

I attempt again and this time he lets go of my hand.

If I could scream at him and strangle him right now, I would. I know he needs this client to get on board with his proposal, but I require him to pay attention because either our child is going to make its grand appearance today or something is wrong.

*** ***

I managed to get through the meeting, only mentally hitting Harry in the balls every time I felt pain.

The meeting didn’t go as outlined, Mr. Bass didn’t propose to sign the contract with Harry, I even tried to coax him and work my magic when I wasn’t having cramps.

“Now that the meeting is over, can I speak?” I wearily sigh as Harry launches a portfolio to the middle of the table.

“What do you want Elise?” He’s pissed.

I know. I get it.

He just lost out on a half a million dollar deal, but this is just another example of where he needs to draw a line between business and me.

His phone vibrates against the table and he wastes no time with clasping it with his hands, dismissing me for a moment.

“Mr. Bass, how may I help you?” Harry greets cheerily and I roll my eyes at his change of mood and tone. “I understand your concerns, as my wife pointed out, we can alter the stipulations and concerns… If we could find a way to deal with your objections, would you sign the contract on Thursday the 17th?” Harry questions and there’s a pause for a moment.

I let out a breath as I shift uncomfortably in the chair, “Hold on one second while I look at my schedule, Mrs.Styles agreed that the 17th also isn’t a good date.” I roll my eyes at the fact Harry is lying through his teeth and playing this man very well. Harry desires this deal and will go along with whatever the man says without sounding like a pushover who is desperate for the man's signature on the dotted line. “The 27th?” Harry glances towards me and I shake my head.

He needs to have the deal closed by the 25th.

“How about the 24th?” Harry proposes, biting his lip as he taps his foot.

I can only assume the man is going to put up an immeasurable belligerence against the dates. He’s not shallow, I am sure he is knowledgeable that Harry needs the signature by a certain date and is going to do his best to get the best out of Harry. “Taking all of your requirements and desires into consideration, I think my two specialised teams would work best for you. The sooner we get this underway, the better it is for you in the long run.” Harry’s not budging on advancing the man any more incentives to sign on our schedule.

I let out a breath and wince, a piercing pain making itself known, but Harry’s too busy attempting to persuade his client to sign the damn contract. “Yes, of course. We are considering specific data procedures to help deepen our understanding.” His enchanting, clay-grey eyes catch mine and he studies me warily while listening to Mr. Bass. “I completely understand your notion.”

My hand presses to the edge of the desk and I squeeze it in an attempt to divert the pain away, my knuckles turning white. “I assure you my team can handle that.” He swivels on his chair before he leans over and takes my hand, his eyes darting around, perhaps in an attempt to figure out what’s going on. “Absolutely, so how does the 24th sound?” Harry screws his nose up and I can only assume he was rejected again for the specific date.

It’s when I squeeze his hand and let out a moan while bowing my head that he becomes more alert, “are you okay?” He mouths and it takes everything in me not to lie.

I want to tell him I am, I do. But let’s face it. I’m not. And I haven’t been okay.

I shake my head and gulp, clutching his hand as my only outlet, a heavy groan of pain escaping my lips. “Mr. Bass, I will have to reschedule, I need to go.” He’s blunt and somewhat unprofessional with how he dismisses the call.

I’m quite astounded.

He puts his phone down, “what’s going on? And don’t try lie, I saw your grimace.”

I clear my throat, “I’m having contractions.”

“Like Braxton Hicks?”

“No.” I shake my head, “Actual contractions.” … “I’m pretty sure it’s time. They’re fifteen minutes apart and getting worse.”

“You’re kidding, right?” … “you still have two weeks.”

I glare over at him and blink at him for a moment, “fuck, you’re serious?”

His eyes grow wide and he springs to his feet quicker than I can blink. “Let’s get you out of here. How long? Has your water broken?” He challenges, helping me up swiftly.

“Since about five this morning. I thought it was just the usual aches and pains.”

“For fuck's sake, and you’re just now saying something? It’s bloody one.”

I shrug, “they weren’t this bad. When was I meant to say something? You cut me off when I tried to tell you before the meeting that I wanted to go home.” … “and I didn’t want to interrupt halfway through the meeting… you kinda ignored our signal.”

“Christ,” Harry murmurs, “I’m such an arse, I’m sorry.” … “Niall!! Get your fuckin’ ass here!” Harry shouts as we reach the door.

Niall looks over from Anastasia’s desk with a startled expression before he’s in front of us. “Anastasia,” Harry calls over in a gentler tone, “get my car keys from my office and bring my car to the front, please, hurry.” … “Niall walk with me,” Harry instructs as his arm is securely around me and we wander further down the office. “You’re in charge while I’m gone. Don’t take any bullshit from anyone, move my meeting at three to next week. Make sure to call Mr. Bass and tell him I am sorry I ended the call abruptly but my wife is in labour. While you’re at it, see if you can get him to stop being such a prick and to just sign the damn contract before the 25th.”

Niall nods and takes everything that Harry says as we reach the elevator that multiple people are waiting on.

The doors to the elevator open and I groan as I perceive it full off staff and people from the meeting that was held on another floor with the people who work for me. “Everyone out,” Harry instructs and Niall quite literally ushers everyone out.

“Don’t you think that was rude?” I softly challenge as Niall taps the button for the ground floor.

“Do you think I care?” Harry questions and I can’t help but chuckle to myself, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay right now, I have about seven more minutes before another contraction hits.”

***

By the time we step out the front of Styles’ Towers, Anastasia is standing by Harry’s car, his keys dangling in her hands with a wide smile pressed to her lips. She opens the passenger door for me and wastes no time comforting me with her sweet words of encouragement and enthusiasm. Harry takes the keys from Anastasia and politely thanks her while he assists me into the car. “You two have everything under control, right?” He turns to them both and they nod, assuring him they are fine.

There’s no doubt in my mind that they don’t have this under control— they pretty much were the backbone to the business when Harry was in hospital both times and I was the one doing his job. They coaxed me through everything and Niall took everything on his shoulders to help out the best he could. He’s a great business partner and to be honest, he should be the one who owns the business with Harry, not me. But, in all of this, Niall does get a hefty sum of finances, about 2 million pounds worth of finances.

I’m certain Niall and Anastasia along with the rest of the staff can keep things under control for a day or two.

The moment Harry gets in the car he inhales and exhales a few deep breaths, having a bit of a moment to process the current events. I can only imagine his thoughts are racing and he’s internally freaking out, if this is true labour, he’s going to be a father in a few hours— I know that worries him still. It probably always will.

He turns the key in the ignition and grasps my hand. I give him a little squeeze, waiting for him to stare at me before I give him a tender smile, assuring him that it will all be okay. He grins softly and swiftly leans over and kisses my cheek before turns his focus to the road and begins to pull out of the parking space.

“I’m really sorry for being an arse today, I shouldn’t have made you go to the meeting, I should have listened.” … “do you forgive me? I promise I’m working on being a better husband and not putting work first, it’s hard to transition sometimes and–“ Harry rambles on, and although it is incredibly thoughtful and adorable to overhear him ramble on with an apology and be entirely sincere about calling himself an arse, I’m not in the mood to have him grovel.

“Harry… it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“H, I know you’re sorry, but please for the love of God quit grovelling and drive because this contraction is fucking long.”

“Okay, okay, I’m doing my best, just relax,” Harry mutters, his eyes darken and focused on the road.

“Telling me to relax doesn’t help, Harry.”

“Baby, I don’t know what to tell you,” Harry breathes out, “squeeze my hand if you need to. Breathe, remember to breathe. There we go… talk to me to keep your mind off the pain.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

“Anything, love. Tell me about… uh— fuck, you tell me everything so I don’t know what you can tell me… oh, talk to me about that book you were reading… you were meant to tell me about it but last night but I fell asleep. Tell me now. I want all the details.” …

I chuckle, remembering that he did fall asleep on me last night when I was meant to tell him about the book because he was genuinely interested. “Before I tell you about the book, Happy Valentine’s Day, I am sorry if you had special plans or a reservation, I know you usually do a dinner for me and—”

“Hey, don’t apologise. This is more important. I’d rather meet our baby than worry about dinner,” Harry chuckles, “Happy Valentine’s Day, you’re giving me quite the gift of love here.” …

*** ***

Eight Hours have passed since I was admitted and I wish I could say it has been a lovely experience that they all rave about online and in the bloody books. No, it has been eight hours of back pain and swearing.

By now, I have called Harry every single name under the sun, and somehow he hasn’t snapped once. Not once. He has taken it like a man.

He has been exceptional the last eight hours though, tending to my every need, getting me ice chips, adjusting the lighting in the room, massaging my back and helping me walk around the room to help ease the contractions. He has been more help than I thought he would be. I honestly thought he’d crack under pressure and freak the fuck out. But, he has stayed calm this whole time and done everything possible to make me comfortable.

As a forty-five-second contraction comes to an end and I release Harry’s hand from my own, I cock my head to the side to glance at him, “I’m scared, H,”

“I know, me too,” he responds, “me too, darling.”

“No… I can’t do this... I’m not ready…”

“Hey,” he whispers, shifting a few strands of hair away from my face, “I have never once heard you say you can’t do something, believe me, if either of us can do this, it is you. You are ready. There’s nothing you can’t do. Fucking convinced you’re not human at this point. You have constantly blown my mind over the years with all you can do.”

I shake my head, “I’m not, I need more time, Harry I need time.”

“Sweetheart, don’t freak out on me, you’re the strong level headed one, you have this under control. I promise you’re ready, you’re doing a fucking amazing job, you have done an amazing job ‘til now, you’ve got this, you’re a fucking badass.”

I chuckle at his comment as I continue to take deep breaths, well aware that it is only a few more minutes before another contraction hits.

If you had of told me three years ago that I would be married to Harry and having his child, I would have laughed my ass off, essentially because, as stated several times before, Harry wasn’t really the marrying type. And when I say this, I mean it in a good way. He always said he didn’t want to get married until he was one-hundred percent ready; I didn’t expect him to pop the question out of the blue when we had talked so little about marriage. When it comes to children, I have always had an inkling he didn’t want to have children and I understand his theory and reasons for it now that he has opened up about his Father.

It’s funny how things change and how they shape so swiftly. When we had the scare while he was on a business trip, I anticipated him to react the way he did and shut down but also handle things well. What I didn’t expect was for him to have this glimmer in his enrapturing, loam-grey eyes when he spoke about kids. It was a bittersweet moment when I told him it was a false positive, mainly because we weren’t ready for a family and because it made me realise there was something that sparked in him that deep down he wanted a family. Then, when I found out was pregnant, I can’t deny the fact that I had a breakdown and had to promptly compose myself while Addalyn stared at me. I think I was the one who had the initial ‘holy mother of God’ moment. When I told Harry the news, I expected him to act out in a little bit, but he didn’t— he was happy, genuinely happy.

Either way, right now, I don’t feel like I am ready. I am not sure we are entirely ready. Sure, we have the nursery set up; we have blankets galore— our child will never go cold— we have more baby clothes than the baby really requires and more teddy bears and stuffed animals than we know what to do with, (thanks to Harry). Harry became delicate and sweet, an entire 180 from the CEO mentality. He bought our baby teddy bears and soft toys because he remembers always discovering comfort in teddybears while growing up. I never asked for too much detail, I gathered that they were his safe haven and what gave him a sense of home. Instead of asking about it all, I just let him buy stuffed toys until his heart was content.

Despite having the nursery ready and feeling as though I have been ready. I am not. Not even close.

Another rippling contraction takes harbour in my body and for a split moment, I wish it was him going through this and not me. "Fuck you for doing this to me," I mutter through my teeth.

"I love you, just a few more seconds, you’ve got this.. atta girl." … “about twenty more seconds, darling.” … “breathe, Elle.”

“That’s not helping,” I groan just as the delivery nurse strolls in with a smile.

She wouldn’t be smiling if she was in my position.

The moment I get the news that it’s finally time to push, I think my world stops.

I don’t think I can mentally or physically do this. I thought I could, but I can’t.

Harry grabs my hand and leans closer, “Hey, I can see you’re freaking out right now, I know, believe me, I’m scared too. You’re doing wonderfully. I know you’re in pain, I know you hate me right now, but in a few moments, it’ll all be worth it. I’ve never known you to give up when the going gets tough…. you’re going to make a kick-ass mum… look at me, Elle… I promise you can do this. I’m right here beside you, you’re going great.” Of all the speeches he has given me in the last eight hours, I think this one is the one that I’ve liked the most. “Put me to shame and show me how much of a strong, incredible woman you are.” He smiles, squeezing my hand gently.

He reaches over and grasps a wet washcloth and touches it to my forehead, “I have one hell of an amazing wife who’s about to be one hell of an amazing mother. I’m so proud of you, just a little more, Elle,” He’s swift to encourage me through a contraction.

*** ***

The CEO doesn’t cry on many occasions whether happy or sad, I’m the one that is more in touch with my emotional side, but waking up to see the man of my dreams with a beautiful little boy swaddled in his arms and tears down his face is something I’ll never forget. Nor will I forget his tears that I saw at twelve past ten P.M. When the nurse announced the time of arrival and soft, beautiful cries filled the room.

My eyes open as I hear the one voice that is quite literally music to my ears. I smile to myself as I hear him humming a melody that I know is familiar. Something that I remember used to be sung to me when I was little by my Dad.

“I see trees of green, red roses too,” Harry softly begins to sing, his voice brightening the room with his beautiful tone. Every rare moment I hear him sing, it makes my heart. “I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world.” His voice is soothing, calming and the most wonderful thing I can ever hear. His voice is like spring. It is like waking up one morning to gaze out and observe the world as a wayfarer-blue sky. Heavenly, divine and captivating in every way. Spring skies are extraordinary and brilliant, and just like his voice, they're a continuum of blessings and happiness that salves both spirit and soul. His voice is like when you gaze out into a charming flourishing meadow on an early morning and your eyes catch the squillions of glint-silver dewdrops that are dampened in the meadow, the way they catch the sunrays displays them flawlessly. And just like that, Harry's voice is of that a squillions glint-silver dewdrops that shine radiantly when noticed on unique occurrences. “I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself what a wonderful world.” … “I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself what a wonderful world.”

I keep quiet while listening to Harry sing, unaware that I am awake and can hear him. “The colours of the rainbow so pretty in the sky. Are also on the faces of people going by. I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do. They're really saying I love you.” Hearing him sing the lyrics send shivers down my back and I mean that in the most loving way— when I couldn’t sleep at night when I was much younger, my Dad would tuck me in with my favourite stuffed teddy bear and blanket, he’d get in my little bed and softly sing the song to me.

“I hear babies crying, I watch them grow. They'll learn much more than I'll never know. And I think to myself what a wonderful world.”

“Yes, I think to myself what a wonderful world,” I join in on the last line, catching Harry by surprise as he glances over at me with his grey eyes that are a-glow with love and he flashes me an amiable smile while a few tears cascade down his cheeks.

“Hey,” Harry croaks as he wastes no time with shuffling closer to me.

“Hi,” I grin up at him, reaching my shaky hand up to his face where I wipe away a few of his tears. “Did I interrupt a moment?” I softly challenge as I gaze into his eyes and perceive nothing but pure love.

Harry shakes his head, “you like the song?”

I nod, “My Dad used to sing it to me”

“Really?” He seems surprised, “My Mum used to sing it to me.”

“That’s funny how fate works,” I chuckle, amazed by how both our parents used to sing us the same song.

Harry nods in agreement, “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty damn sore and tired, but good,” I smile.

“Here, let me help you up,” he whispers, delicately helping me to sit up while he cradles our little bundle of joy. “I didn’t get to tell you right after he was born, but you did a wonderful job, Elle. I’m so proud of you, I’m in awe of what you’ve done.” He leans down and caresses a gentle kiss on my forehead, “Wanna say Hi?” He grins, not waiting for me to respond before placing the newborn in my arms.

“Hi, sweetheart,” I beam down at our creation— my pride and joy. “I’m sorry I fell asleep before properly giving you a cuddle, I am sure Daddy made up for it… he’s really good with cuddles. We need to give you a name.” I glance towards Harry and he can’t help but just stellarly smile.

down at me.

“Thomas? You said you liked Tommy.” Harry asks but I shake my head. Harry is right from our last discussion we had about names, Tommy doesn’t suit our son as well as I had hoped. I know this just by looking down at the little boy.

“Alexander. Alex for short. He doesn’t look like a Tommy.”

“Alexander Logan Styles.” Harry nods his head with a bright smile and scintillating, loam-grey eyes. “it’s lovely.”

“Mhm, we did well, H.”

“Sweetheart, you did all the hard work, all credit to you,” Harry leans down and kisses my lips sweetly.

“Eh, you get some credit,” I wink with a bit of a chuckle. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Not long, jus’ an hour or so.”

“Oh… anyone held him?”

He shakes his head, “no, didn’t want anyone to until you had a proper cuddle.” He beams down at me, “I’m so proud of you, Elise… I am so in love with you, I didn’t think I could fall any further in love with you until tonight. I just– I ’m thrilled you’ve made me a Dad. I never thought this moment would fill me with such joy in the way it has, my heart feels full and heavy in the most astounding way possible. And I have you to thank. You’re my light at the end of a gloomy tunnel and I have so much love and gratitude for you that I can’t physically manifest and explain... I love you more than life itself and I will continue to love you until my last day on earth, sweetheart. I can’t wait to see what the rest of our lives has to offer us, darling. All three of us…”

I grin up at the man that has come a long way since I first met him years ago. He has become a man of his word, an honourable, loving man that has learned that life is a long-drawn journey. He has had his ups and downs, we both have, and we’ve both been forced to have a push and pull force with each other. He pushes me to constantly work my ass off and be the person I can be, and I pull him back when he’s drifting too far away. I keep him grounded and steady to the best of my ability.

We both have our balancing acts with each other.

We fit flawlessly together like two souls that were always made for one.

A little less than a year ago, I walked to my future, to the rest of my life, and it has been the best rest of my life I could ask for.

He has shown me unconditional love and support, has held me at my weakest and stood by me at my strongest. Harry has done nothing but encourage me throughout the years and I hope I have done the same for him. I took him as the grey-eyed man that swept me off my feet at the age of 21. I love him for who he is and what I know of him; I love Harry for everything he does, for the way he holds me and the way he put others first. I vowed to give him my deepest love and affection, to honour him, and to uplift him when the going gets tough. I vowed to be faithful, to give him my fullest devotion, and my tenderest care through the pressures of the present and the uncertainties of the future. I promised to stand by his side and respect each and every decision he makes for himself and for us. I stand by him as his wife, his best friend, and his number one fan. I vowed to love him, through sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer.

We said forever and forever it’ll be. I want to be with him until we are grey and old; I intend to love him until my world comes to an end, — Oh, but what a wonderful world it will be.

— This is our kind of meant to be; this is our story, our happily ever after—

The End.

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