#I went through a whole bar in like 3 days oops

[creamxxbrulee]

I tried a thc choccy bar from a new dispensary recently and holy fuck if it’s not the best choccy I’ve ever had in my life god damn 🫠😍

[age-of-greta]

Season Of The Witch

Author’s note: hi!! Saved the best for last, here is week 4/ the finale of our spooky series!! Hope you guys have enjoyed reading them as much as I did writing them. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! Stay spooky I’ll see you guys back soon with tarot series #3 ;) vibes!!

Pairing: Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, angst, lots of sexual content, minors DNI

Word count: 8k (oops)

Rain lightly drizzled as you stared out the window of your Uber. Orange and red luminescent glow lit up the pavement and the streets were lined with fall leaves. Despite approximately two shots of tequila coursing through your stomach you still felt odd about tonight.

“You okay babe?”

That sounded foreign coming from his mouth. You forced a small smile and nodded.

“Yes Matty. I’m good.”

He smiled back and placed his hand on your thigh. You had been seeing Matt for 2 weeks now, give or take a few days.

“Who’s party is this again?” He asked, turning his head to look at you.

“A friend’s. I’ve known him for what feels like forever.” You respond, smiling back on fleeting fond memories.

“Ah.” Matt starts. “Does this friend have a name?”

You nod and laugh. “He does. It’s Josh.”

“Josh.” Matt says slowly. “Well I’m glad he allowed me to come. I’m excited to be your date.”

“Me too.” You say with faux confidence.

A part of you felt bad. You already knew how this night was going to go, but Matt didn’t. There wasn’t anything wrong with Matt. He was conventionally very attractive. Dark curly hair, blue eyes, firm build, tall- god he hated when you went out with tall guys. Matt was a doctor. He was kind, smart, and funny. But there was one problem: he wasn’t him.

You and Jake had just broken up again around a month ago. But you hadn’t seen him in 3 weeks, since you last hooked up. You see, you and Jake were always on and off. Hot and cold. Burning passion with freezing intensity. At first things were fine. You met a few years ago and a drunken hookup in a bar flourished into a relationship. It was great for almost two years. Completely head over heels. Then one day it all went to shit. No real rhyme or reason, just a giant fight that you can’t even remember. The problem was neither one of you could let go of the other. Tethered to each other like an eternal curse. Ever since you have bounced in and out of each other’s lives like ping pong balls. Tonight was no exception. A Halloween party thrown by Josh. You had been invited before but Josh had texted you last week confirming you would still be there. Despite the shit with you and Jake the others felt like family to you.

“I believe we’re here.” The Uber driver says, putting the car in park.

“Thanks man. Happy Halloween.” Matt says, pulling out his wallet and handing the guy a twenty.

Matt gets out of the car and rushes to open your door. He reaches in and grabs your hand, helping you out of the car. Your outfit was relentless. It was definitely the sluttiest outfit you had ever put on your body. That was done intentionally. You wore a black latex bodycon dress, skin tight with your breasts pushed up and spilling out of the top. The material barely hit your mid thigh. You wore matching latex black platform calf boots with it. Your hair was full and blown out with loose curls and glitter hairspray. You had on a full face of sultry makeup, heavy on the eyelashes, bronzer, and lipgloss. You were calling yourself a witch, though the only indication of that would be the small black pentagram choker you had on with matching earrings. Your whole body was shimmering with glowy body oil and your nails were black almond shaped. You almost suffocated yourself with the amount of perfume you applied. It was the most extra you had ever been, but Halloween was your favorite holiday and seeing Jake’s face would be priceless. When Matt had come over to your apartment he had to adjust his pants after a mere hug in this get up. Matt was dressed as a zombie doctor. He had just tattered up a pair of his old scrubs, but he did look good. You saw their house illuminated with lit pumpkins and purple lights. Soft thuds lit up the house as you heard Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix get louder with every step. The rain had stopped and Matt had his arm linked with yours to balance you up the driveway. When you finally got up to the porch you adjusted your dress before opening the door, you were beyond knocking. The smell of fog machines, marijuana, various liquors, and sweat assaulted your senses as you entered the house. It was dark, only lit by soft automatic candle lights or fluorescent orange string lights. It was loud as Hendrix continued to billow out of the speakers.

“Oh shit!”

You heard from across the room, your eyes darted to see Sam beelining towards you. You grinned and embraced him in a hug.

“Fuck look at you.” He said, giving you a twirl. “So spooky.”

You let out a laugh. “Thanks Sammy. I dig your costume too. Eh- what exactly is it?”

He stares at you blankly. “I’m obviously a Niagara Falls tourist… that fell in.”

He points towards his outfit, cargo shorts, a white “I <3 Niagara Falls” t-shirt with blood smeared, a broken camera around his neck, a yellow tattered poncho also blood stained, and a fake bloody nose.

“I fucking love it.” You said with a laugh. “Very original.”

“There you are!”

You see Josh heading towards you, he’s dressed up as Elvis. “I was starting to think you had bailed on me.”

You smile and hug him. “Never.”

“Ooh you look hot.” Josh compliments, then looks to the side of you. “Oh sorry. Who’s this?”

You had almost forgotten Matt was standing there for a moment. “Josh, Sam, -this is Matt. He’s my date.” You say with a smile.

Sam smirks as Josh throws his hand out to introduce himself.

“Hey man, thanks for letting me come. I’m excited to get to meet all of her friends.” Matt announces politely, shaking hands with Josh.

Sam snickers. “Oh yeah. You’ll enjoy meeting everyone. Listen hot stuff, I’ve got to refill the fog machines and find Daniel. I’ll catch up with you later.” He quickly pecks the top of your head and scurries off to the crowd.

Josh smiles at Matt. “He’s a little shit, pay him no mind. You guys should hit the bar and grab some drinks. If the good shit is gone you know where to find the stash. Have fun you crazy kids.” Josh says, patting your back and starting to walk off yelling at someone to put a vase down.

“Shall we?” You ask Matt, taking his hand.

“Lead the way.” He replies with a smile.

You were only at the entrance of the house, so you tried to keep it cool and not scan around for Jake. You knew he’d be slinking around here somewhere with a drink in hand. You pushed past bodies and smiled when you saw Danny in the kitchen making drinks. As you headed that direction you saw him out of the corner of your eye. You only caught a brief glimpse of him in your peripheral, but you could feel his eyes searing into you. He was standing by the bathroom door, arms folded, and drink in hand just as you had predicted. You felt emboldened by that.

“Hey Matty?” You fluttered your lashes at him and got closer to his ear. “I’m going to run to the bathroom and fix my lipgloss. Would you mind getting us drinks? See the guy with the long curly hair? His name is Danny, he’s a friend. Tell him you’re with me and he’ll hook us up.”

He looked down at you focusing on your lips and placed his hand on the small of your back. “Yeah of course. I’ll meet you over there.”

You smiled up at him and nodded, before parting ways. You knew Jake was still watching you. You headed straight for the bathroom, not even bothering to glance at him. He beat you to the bathroom door.

“Sorry doll. Out of order. You can go use mine though.” That cocky grin spread on his face.

You scoffed and looked at him. “They made you bathroom police tonight? That’s quite a fitting job for you Jake.”

He smiled briefly at your banter. “Funny. What exactly are you wearing?”

“Did you get confused again? It’s Halloween, this is a costume.” You said, in a patronizing tone.

Jake’s eyes raked all over your body as he bit his lip. “A costume huh? I think dental floss would have been less revealing.”

“Oh please. As if you have room to talk. What are you? A half assed pirate again?”

He flicked his eyes up to you. “What is your costume? A whore?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes Jake, I’m a whore. That’s my costume. You’ve cracked the code with that big brain yet again.”

He looks straight in your eyes, somewhat of a playful tone creeps out. “Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Ha.” You state blankly. “Actually I’m a witch.”

You point to your pentagram necklace and Jake chuckles.

“I said, tell me something I don’t know, doll.”

He reaches up and lightly touches your necklace. That was enough to send goosebumps up your spine, but you would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

He took a step closer to you. “Wanna just skip all of this and go upstairs?”

You felt something bubble inside of you. But before you could retort someone came up right next to Jake, putting her hand on his arm and handing him a cup.

He smirked at you and glanced back at her. “Thanks Mere.” Then he wrapped his arm around her. Fucker.

She was short and petite with a blonde bob and fair skin, dressed up as Alice from Alice in Wonderland in a store bought costume.

This was one of the sick and twisted games you would play. Dangling other people in front of each other. You had only done it two other times and it drove Jake crazy. The first, all you had done was flirt with a guy in a bar and Jake snatched you up and brought you home to remind you who you belonged to. The second, you had gone on a date with someone right next to their studio. It didn’t take long for Jake to see your car and catch on to your antics. Jake had done this on countless occasions. Flirting, using his undeniable charm on poor women he had no intentions with. These things never went really far. Just enough to piss you off before he inevitably took you home. You tried to pretend that it didn’t bother you, but he knew how bad it did.

You tried not to glare at her.

“You’re welcome. The beer by the fire is so much better than what’s in the kitchen.” She beams at him. Gross.

Then she turns towards you, absolutely judging what you’re wearing. She made a reactionary face that she quickly tried to hide. But you saw it. Before any words could be exchanged Matt is by your side again.

“Here you go babe.”

He hands you a cup full of something that Danny had made and you smile up at him.

“Thank you Matty.” You put a little bit of a show on, but not too much. Yet.

You glance back over at Jake who is visibly scowling at you.

“Oh sorry. Matt this is Jake and- Mere is it?”

The blonde extends her hand. “Meredith.”

“Meredith.” You say with a smile. “How long have you known Jake?”

She seems a little taken aback by the question, you could care less.

“Well I guess only a few days.” She admits with a laugh. “We met through some mutual friends. How do you know each other?”

You smiled at her. “Oh same!” Then you look directly into Jake’s eyes. “Mutual friends.”

Meredith glances oddly between you and Jake. She clears her throat and looks at Matt. “And how long have you two been together?” She asks, trying to change the subject.

Matt smiles and wraps his hand around your waist. “Almost three weeks now. I’ve got to say, no complaints. Time flies when you’re having fun.”

Shit had it been three weeks? You glanced over at Jake who was shooting daggers at you. You snapped yourself out of your thoughts and smiled up at Jake and Meredith.

“Well it was lovely to meet you. We’ll get out of your hair. Don’t want to intrude. Have a good night Jake.”

He makes a face at you as you grab Matt’s hand and lead him away. Matt looks at you slightly confused once you find a spot.

“What?” You ask with a shrug.

He smiles and shakes his head. “Nothing. I take it you’re not a fan of them?”

You breathe out a laugh. “Now why would you say something like that?”

He grins at you. “So mischievous. What am I going to do with you?”

You step closer to him and put your hand on his chest. “Hopefully something inappropriate.”

His eyes were filled with lust as he took you in. This is the most forward you had ever been with him, but you knew Jake’s eyes were still on you. You leaned in and placed a small kiss on his cheek. His hands wrapped around your waist, but you pulled away quickly, shooting him a smile. His cheeks had dusted a light shade of pink as he bashfully grinned back at you. You saw Jake already heading towards you, but you took Matt’s hand and led him outside.

“Let’s see the fire!” You half yelled over the music.

“I’ll follow you anywhere.” He responded in a giddy tone.

You lead him outside, quick to evade Jake’s interruption. There were only a few people standing outside, Danny being one of them.

“Hi stranger.” You said, coming up behind him.

He spun around on his heels and gave you a knowing smile. “There she is. I take it, you liked your drink?”

You nodded. “Best damn bartender at every event.”

He bows at you. “I aim to please. I’ve already met Matt here. Seems like a stand up guy.”

Matt chuckles at him as Danny gives him a glance.

“You’re right.” You respond. “Hey you wanna make s’mores?”

“I’ll get them. You guys finish your conversation.” Matt offers, rubbing your back and heading to the fire.

Danny looks down at you.

“What?” You ask.

“He seems nice.” Danny offers.

“He is.” You say, glancing at Matt dipping three marshmallows in fire.

“Uh-huh.” Danny pauses. “And how does Jake feel about that?”

You shift your eyes back to Danny. “It doesn’t matter how he feels about it.”

Danny sucks in his cheeks and lets out a laugh. “Right. You two are trouble, you know that?”

“Oh I’m well aware.” You retort. “Did Sam ever find you?”

Danny sips his beer. “I haven’t seen him in- I dunno an hour maybe?”

“Oh. Well when I arrived he was looking for you. Something about fog machines?”

Danny cuts his eyes. “Oh hell no. I am not doing that shit again. That was his job.”

You chuckle. “Sounds like Sam.”

“Fuck. There he is. I’m dipping before he catches a whiff that I’m out here. Don’t rat on me.” Danny says, holding his finger up playfully at you.

You salute him. “Scout’s honor.”

“Good luck with that.” Danny points towards Matt.

You wave him off and he quickly walks the other way toward the house.

Sam catches your sight and approaches you. “You seen Daniel?”

You purse your lips at him. “Nope.”

“Slippery fucker.” He says, barely above a whisper.

You cackle.

“Oh by the way Jake’s pissed. He’s slamming shit in the kitchen. Want a beer?”

You let out a breath. “Most definitely.”

Sam heads towards the keg just as Matt is making his way back to you with three s’mores.

“Where did Danny go?”

“Bartender emergency.” You lie, taking the s’more he made for you. “Thank you.”

Sam came back over and handed you a cup of beer before patting your back and heading back to the house. If you had to guess he saw Danny in a window.

Matt knitted his brows together and gave you a strange smile. “Your friends are weird.”

You chuckled. “You don’t know the half of it.”

You and Matt spent around thirty more minutes outside enjoying the fire, s’mores, and beer. Before long you had gotten chilly and wanted to go back inside. The drink Danny had made you along with the beer had started to make you feel a little fuzzy. Once back inside you spotted Jake at the beer pong table with Meredith. He had just sunk a shot and she jumped for joy when he did. Gross again.

“Hey I’m going to go pee! I’ll be right back.” You say, giving Matt a heads up.

He nods and you head for the original bathroom you had gone to. Once inside you peed, washed your hands, and stared at yourself in the mirror. A part of you wished you had just stayed home. As much as the thrill of being with Jake excited you, seeing him with Meredith made you feel like shit. You hated that it was this way. When you two were good, you were great. The highest highs and in turn, the lowest lows. Neither one of you were effective communicators, putting your pride above all else. You fluffed your hair and went to open the door, but to your surprise someone had barged in. Jake, with a wicked smile on his lips.

“Need some help in here?”

You crossed your arms. “Certainly not from you.”

“Oh tough girl, are we?” He steps closer to you and puts his face inches from yours. “I know what shit you’re trying to pull. Cut it out.”

You glare at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He backed you up to the sink and put both arms out next to you, propping himself on the vanity while sinking closer towards you. “Yes you do. Tell your friend to fucking leave.”

You smirk at him. “No. I don’t think I will.”

He slides his hand down to your thigh and you feel like you could explode.

“Don’t start with me.” He warns, gripping at your flesh.

You swallow hard and look at him. “We’re not together Jake. I can do whatever or should I say whoever I want.”

That renders him speechless as his eyes bore into yours.

You remove his hand and get out from under him heading to the door. You turn back around and laugh.

“Oh and you should get Mere to do something about… that.” You tease, motioning to the beginning of an erection bulging in his pants.

Before he can respond you walk out and close the door. You take a deep breath and adjust your dress before returning to your date.

“Tequila shot?”

Matt smiles and nods. Then you’re heading off into the kitchen. You spot Josh and yell “tequila!” It doesn’t take him long to reach you.

“Let me get the whole gang, start pouring the good shit!” Josh yells, before diving back into the crowd.

You smiled and headed to their pantry, bending down to find a liquor cabinet with a keypad on it. You type in the four digit code and grab a brand new bottle of Casamigos. It was your favorite. Then you shut the cabinet and head back to the island, reaching for the shot glasses. Danny and Sam arrive and begin to start on the shots.

“We need seven right?” Danny asks.

“Yeah. I assume when Josh finds Jake he’ll bring blondie with him.” Sam answers, digging the pre-cut limes from the refrigerator.

Sure enough Sam was right. Josh brought back Jake and Meredith, his hand was guiding her on her back.

“Alright, gather around everyone!” Josh announced. “To the original crew and a couple of new friends. Happy Halloween you fuckers! I love you all!”

You giggle and yell back, “Cheers!” in unison with everyone else. You slam the shot down on the island before shooting the liquid down. It burns but in the best way possible. Meredith chokes hers down, spilling it down her chin. Amateur. Then Jake does something that catches even you off guard. He looks down at her and swipes his thumb over her bottom lip cleaning up the spilled tequila. Then he cuts his eyes over to you. You chew on your cheek and lock eyes back with him. Sam must have noticed because he let out a small laugh.

One thing about Sam? He loved to start shit. It was one of the reasons you loved him so much.

“Hey sexy witch!” Sam called over to you. “How about one of your specialties tonight? I mean it’s only right that the newbies get to bare witness.”

Jake’s expression stiffened, but you softened and smiled.

“Pour it up Sammy.”

Josh and Danny collectively “oooooh’d” and slapped the island. Sam began to grab a shot of birthday cake vodka, topping it with whipped cream. Then he sets it down before you.

“You know the rules mama, no hands.” Josh reminds, while you nod.

You tuck your hair behind your ears and place your hands behind your back, holding your wrists. Matt looks down at you with his eyebrows slightly raised, you just wink at him and part your lips. You wrap your lips around the rim of the shot glass and just for a split second lock eyes with Jake before sucking your cheeks in. You propel the shot glass back and stand up while the sweet liquid pours down your throat. You take the shot glass out of your mouth while the guys around you, minus Jake, erupt cheer. You can feel a tinge of whipped cream on the corner of your mouth, you start to wipe it but Matt beats you to it.

“Let me.” Matt says, taking his pointer finger and wiping the small white spot.

Without thinking you take his finger into your mouth and suck the remnants off.

Matt takes a sharp inhale.

Josh clears his throat and mutters “Oh fuck.” Before turning his boisterous self back on. “The talent! Thank you for blessing us with such a sight. Sam, Danny, come with me really quick. I need help with these speakers back here.”

You glance over and Sam makes wide eyes at you while smiling. Then all three of them trudge off, just leaving the four of you in silence.

“Wanna go dance?” You ask Matt, pulling on his arm.

“Lead the way babe.”

You take him in the crowd where everyone is dancing. If you were sober maybe you would have been embarrassed with your forward actions, but as the liquor sloshed around in your stomach you couldn’t care less. You two were close, really close. Swaying on each other. Matt leaned down and placed a kiss on your neck. Then his hands trailed further down your body until they met your ass, giving it a light squeeze. You looked up in surprise at him. He leaned forward and whispered into your neck, “Wanna get out of here?”

Before you could respond you felt a firm grip on your arm. You spun around and there was Jake, seething.

“Let’s fucking go.” He growled as he pulled you away.

Matt furrowed his brows and went to grab your other wrist. You stopped and Jake turned around with a death stare. “Get your fucking hands off of her. Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to touch things that don’t belong to you?”

Matt let go and continued to stare at you in disbelief. Your feet continued to move with Jake as you mouthed “sorry.”

Jake didn’t let go or loosen his grip as he continued to drag you through the crowded house. He took you upstairs and towards a familiar door. Once inside he slammed his door and locked it before turning his attention towards you. He was mad. Furious even. Possibly the most upset you had ever seen him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He yells with a scowl plastered on his face.

“Oh fuck off.” You say, completely disinterested.

“You’re going to bring some random fuck to my house and then rub all up against him blatantly in front of me?”

You laugh. “What about your little Meredith? You wanna put your hands all over her and when I am enjoying myself with another person it’s a problem?”

Jake scoffs. “I wasn’t letting her kiss all over me and feel me up!”

“So what? Let her.” You spit.

Jake looks at you pointedly. “You need to learn who you belong to.”

You let out a maniacal laugh. “Inform me Jake? Who do I belong to? Because it sure as hell isn’t you!”

You see his face clouding with darkness. “That’s where you’re wrong. You do belong to me.” He steps up closer to you. “You’re mine.”

That causes warmness to swell in your stomach, but you wouldn’t let him know that.

“Not anymore.” You say with as much confidence as you can muster.

“Don’t say that.” He says taking a step towards you. “It’s a lie. We don’t lie to each other. Remember?”

You scoff. “I don’t think we have ever followed through with that promise to one another. Are we done here? I’m getting bored.”

Jake half smirks at you. “Bored?”

You glare back at him unimpressed. “Yeah, bored. I didn’t stutter.”

“Bored… That’s funny. Don’t act like you didn’t wear this little.. outfit to get my attention. You know you could wear a trash bag and my eyes would be on you.”

You roll your eyes trying to keep a blank stare on your face, but internally you’re on fire.

“It turns you on that I’m jealous, doesn’t it?” He asks.

You suck in your cheeks.

“You knew exactly what would happen when you brought him here. You knew exactly where you would end up tonight regardless, but you still brought him here.”

You crack a smile at him. “I brought a tall hot guy on a date and then you cockblocked me. That’s what happened.”

Jake steps closer to you until his body is touching yours. He lightly grabs your wrists and pins them to the wall. His eyes scan your face for some sort of reaction. You’re falling apart trying to remain unaffected. You can feel your heart thudding as his breath fans over your neck. “Let’s see how long it takes for this little confidence facade to crack. Shall we?”

“Fuck yo-“

Then his lips crash onto yours. Slow and warm, which is the exact opposite of how you expected. Suddenly that hardened exterior has cracked entirely as you kiss him back with every ounce of passion in your body. Fuck, you missed his lips on you.

He takes his mouth off of yours and stares down into your eyes. Neither one of you dare say a word. Then he goes back in, kissing you feverishly. His hands grab at your waist and pulls you closer into him. Your tongues meet and you swear you could feel fireworks throughout your whole body. The truth is, no one could ever make you feel the way that you felt with Jake. This was just further proof. Jake’s calloused hands begin to rub up your thigh as you take in sharp breaths from his mouth. He fumbles around with the hem of your very short and very tight dress. Finally he makes his way up your dress spreading your legs apart. He takes two fingers and swipes them over your drenched clothed center and you shutter at the feeling. You can feel that smirk on his face while your lips are still connected. He bites your bottom lip and pulls away.

“Look at you. Already making a mess of yourself.”

You take a breath. “Yeah, Matt did a number on me on the dance floor.”

You see Jake let out a small laugh at your boldness while he also clenched his jaw. He was right, jealousy did turn you on.

“Just when I thought you were going to be sweet.” He says, popping the two fingers in his mouth. “Strip.”

You cross your arms at him.

“Strip. Now. I’m not asking again.”

He backs away from you and you give him a glare. You’re going to do exactly what he says because you’re weak for him and beyond turned on.

His eyes stare intensely at you while you reach back and grab the small zipper. You tug it down and begin to peel yourself out of the dress. You see him take a noticeably deeper breath when your breasts are freed. You grab the material from around your waist and shimmy out of it, dropping it to the floor. Only in your boots and black silky thongs, you step out of the dress and look at Jake.

“Goddamn.” He says lowly, raking his eyes up and down your body.

You reach down to begin removing your boots when Jake speaks up. “No. Leave them. You wanna dress up like a whore tonight so I’m going to fuck you like one. Knees.”

You swallow the excitement that draws up your throat from that statement while you take a few steps closer to him. You sink to your knees and Jake reaches down and softly runs his finger through your hair. He reaches down and hooks your chin under his pointer finger.

“So pretty and this makeup looks so good. Unfortunately it’s about to get ruined.”

He unbuckles his pants and lets them hit the floor, he’s already hard. You look up at him waiting for instruction. His hand returns to your face running his thumb along your lips.

“You know the rules mama. No hands.” He spits, referencing earlier.

You look up at him and nod, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. He slightly twitches at your action. The way you affected him always turned you on even more. His cock grazes your tongue and he already lets out a breath. You lick a hot stripe up his length then swirl your tongue around the tip and his hand finds the back of your head.

“Quit teasing.”

You take him into your mouth, rolling your tongue around as he travels further back into your mouth.

“Fuck.” He lets out through gritted teeth.

He sinks your head further until you gag lightly, then he pulls you back. You begin to bob up and down around him while his grip in your hair tightens. You glance up and make eye contact with him through your lashes while hollowing your cheeks around him. He looked so fucking hot. Brows furrowed, a sheen amount of sweat broke out on his skin, face pinched in concentration and bewilderment. But when your eyes meet his he lets out a groan and pulls you off of him so he doesn’t finish already. You let out a small laugh and he looks down at you still on your knees.

You start to wipe the corner of your mouth. “What’s wrong Jakey? Made a mess of yourself already?”

He smirks at you. “That mouth is going to get you into trouble. On the bed. Ass up.”

You get to your feet and make your way to the bed, propping your ass up like you were told. You’re already throbbing with anticipation, you know when he gets like this he fucks you mericilessly. You feel him step up behind you and widen your legs. He runs his hands all up and down your ass before giving it a swift smack. You let out a whimper. Then, he quickly rips your panties down to your knees. You’re expecting him to ease himself into you, but to your surprise you hear him get down on his knees. He uses both of his arms to pull your ass back straight to his face. He begins kissing the inside of the back of your thighs and you’re already worked up. He flattens his tongue and licks up your center, popping his tongue at your most sensitive spot. He continues to lick and suck until you’re gripping his sheets for dear life. When he adds two fingers, you’re done for. You can feel that heat burning in your core coming to a high, you clench your eyes shut as your legs begin to shake.

“Fuck-“ you moan.

Just as that feeling is about to bubble into euphoria, Jake stops. You whip your head around and he stands up and wipes the slick off his face.

“Jake!”

“Shhh. You know I always take care of you.” He smirks. “Come here pretty girl.”

He flips you over and climbs on top of you. He leans down and kisses down your neck while his erection presses on your stomach. Slowly but surely he makes his way down to your breasts, kissing and nipping at your nipples. You indulge in the sensation and your hands quickly wrap into his long hair. He reaches down and rubs himself all over you, you both let out breathy moans. He finally sinks into, slowly, letting you adjust. You can feel your eyes roll into the back of your head as he picks up the pace. His mouth sloppily meets yours. You’re both moaning into each other's mouth as you wrap your knees around him. You lace your fingers into his hair giving it a light tug. This causes him to lift his head slightly and he groans while diving back down to kiss your neck.

“Oh god- fuck.” You whine, as his mouth and tongue roughly suck at your throat.

“Nothing compares to you. Nothing ever will.” Jake pants into your ear. “You’re like a drug to me. I’ll swallow you every night for the rest of my life baby.”

He knows when he’s vocal like that it sends you into oblivion. And here you are right on the edge.

“Jake-“ you whine.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m right there with you. Ah fuck.”

Jake slams one of your hands down onto the bed, lacing his fingers with yours. Your other hand is gripping his shoulder for dear life. His hair is tickling your face and shoulders adding to the sensation. That familiar burn is back and you know this time that flame will spread to every orifice of your body. Jake is also rapidly becoming undone as his strokes become faster but more sloppy. You throw your head back into the pillow and let go as you feel yourself leave your body for a moment. Jake finishes just as you’re beginning to recover, he’s a mess of curse words and heavy breathing. He stays on you, as you can feel both of your hearts beating rapidly. You both stay like this for a few minutes, just trying to recover.

Finally he gives your forehead a kiss and then rolls off staring up at the ceiling for a moment. It’s quiet, but then Jake sits up and grabs a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his nightstand. He lights up a Camel and takes a puff before passing it to you. You let out a small laugh and accept it, inhaling the minty flavor. Jake tilts his head to the side and stares at you. It seems as if he is studying every characteristic about you. Like he had forgotten how beautiful you looked after he ruined you.

You exhale and turn to him. “What?”

He shrugs. “I like looking at you.”

You scoff a little.

“I do.” He insists. “I’ve missed you.”

“Funny way of showing it.” You retort.

“I don’t want to do this tonight. But I would like to have a conversation in the morning about it. Would you like to go back down or stay up here and watch scary movies?”

You think about continuing the harshness with him, but truthfully you don’t want to. “Up to you.”

Jake sucks in a breath. “Okay, can we go back down there and cook a pizza? I’ll start kicking the randoms out and then we can come back up here and put on a movie. There’s a new slasher film on Netflix, I thought you might like it.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you had already seen it, so you just smiled and said: “Yeah, okay.”

Jake matches your smile then leans over and plants a kiss lightly on your mouth before rolling off the bed. He threw you a t-shirt before heading to his bathroom. You finally peel your boots off and pad into the bathroom with him. He opens up his medicine cabinet and grabs a pack of your feminine wipes. He kept them here, which means that all of your things would still be in that cabinet. You try not to smile as he sets them down on the counter and leaves to give you privacy. You stare at yourself in the mirror and try to fix your makeup. You weren’t sure if you were buzzed off of the alcohol or something else entirely. After fixing yourself, you exit the bathroom to see Jake plopping a pair of his slippers on the floor for you.

“Probably don’t wanna walk out there barefoot.”

You nod and accept the slippers. “What about-“

Jake cuts you off before you can finish. “He’s gone. They’re both gone. Sam escorted them out.”

“Oh.” You say plainly.

Jake narrows his eyes at you. “Try not to sound so disappointed.”

That elicits a giggle from you and Jake playfully rolls his eyes, then grabs your hand. He laces his fingers with yours and leads you out of his room.

To your surprise, the party had thinned out significantly. How long were you two up there? It seemed like maybe thirty minutes but it looked as if hours had passed. Music still bumped as you made your way downstairs in nothing but Jake’s shirt and shoes. You scanned the room and didn’t see Matt or Meredith. That gave you a sigh of relief. Eventually you would have to speak with Matt and apologize. You felt a little bad as he was nice, but he wasn’t Jake. That would always be a flaw in any potential partner you could ever have. One that you weren’t sure you could ever get past.

Jake took you to the kitchen and preheated the oven yelling at a few people to “fuck off and get out” along the way.

You heard a familiar voice echo towards you. “Jake are you telling my guests to fuck off and get out? It’s only 2am what’s wrong with y-“ Josh pauses when he sees you standing there in his twin’s shirt and a smile spreads across his face. “So you two have worked things out I assume.”

You blush a little feeling silly for the show earlier in front of everyone. You see Sam and Danny approaching Josh.

“Well well. What do we have here?” Sam asks, glancing between you and Jake.

“I’m shocked- truly.” Danny adds, facetiously.

“Mhm.” Jake answers only to Josh, taking your hand back in his. “Also yeah it’s 2am it’s time to wrap this shit up.”

“Yeah which is why we need to keep this party going all night because you two have weeks of sexual frustration to let out!” Sam exclaimed.

“To be fair Sam, by the look of it, they already have.” Danny snickers.

Sam erupts with laughter. “That won’t be the last of it. Remember that last cabin trip we took? They’re like bunnies-“

“Okay fuck enough! Keep drinking, it’s obviously making you all more intelligent. Just keep everyone down here.” Jake concedes, shaking his head.

Josh laughs. “Well you heard the man! Party stays down stairs everyone!” He shouts, although no one pays him hardly any mind.

Sam slinks by you and wraps his arm around you while Jake throws the pizza in the oven. “Feel better?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Hush.”

He gives you shoulder a squeeze. “I’m just teasing. I’m glad you’re back around. They’re all so dreadfully boring.”

Jake huffs at him. “Don’t you all have a party to get back to or something?”

“Good point.” Danny says. “Have fun you two. Be safe!” Then he heads off to the crowd with Sam close behind shouting: “What he said! Daniel, wait! The fog machines!”

Josh chuckles at them and walks over to you. He wraps you in a hug and kisses your forehead. “We have missed you mama.”

“Watch it.” Jake warns half heartedly.

Josh scoffs. “Oh please. Also let it be known that Jake has done nothing but sulk around for the past few weeks! He made me text you to remind you about this party tonight!”

Jake grins at him and playfully shoves him along. “Get out of here.”

Josh throws his hands up and winks at you before diving back into the party.

Jake shakes his head and looks at you.

You grin back up at him. “Is that true?”

He blushes and takes your hand. “Ask me about it in the morning.”

**

Sunlight bathed in through the splits in the curtains. You half opened one eye, still trying to recover from your slumber. You turned your head to catch a glimpse of Jake’s alarm clock. It read: OCT. 31ST 10:42am. Jake was still asleep, softly snoring next to you as his arm draped over your side. Last night had ended quite perfectly. You had taken your pizza upstairs, watched that movie, and fucked two more times. It was almost 6am when you both had finally dozed off. You smiled a little when you thought of it, but that smile faded when you realized how full your bladder was. You attempted to wiggle out from under Jake’s arm, but he just pulled you in closer to him.

“Morning.” He says with his eyes still closed and a grin on his face.

“Good morning Jake. I really need to pee.”

He pulled you even closer and started kissing all over your face and neck. “C’mon stay in bed.”

You giggled. “Jake!”

He groaned. “Okay, off you go.”

You bolted up as soon as he released you and he laughed. After peeing you washed your hands and had yourself a glance in the mirror. There were purplish love bites all over your neck and collarbone. They wouldn’t be fun to cover up. You grabbed your toothbrush and started brushing your teeth. Jake opened the door, illuminated in sunlight with a smile on his face. He stepped in and hugged you from behind, giving you a peck on the cheek. This seemed a little unlike him, but you went with it. He grabbed his toothbrush and said “Breakfast?”

You hummed and nodded.

After you had made yourself somewhat presentable you went through the clothes on the floor to try and find your dress from the night before.

“What are you doing?” Jake asked with knitted brows.

“Looking for my clothes.” You replied.

He sucked in his cheeks. “I’ll give you a pair of my sweatpants and a hoodie. You can wear my slippers too.”

“Jake I’ll look homeless.” You say with a laugh.

“No you won’t. I like it when you wear my clothes.” He offers with a smile.

You playfully roll your eyes and accept his offer.

To your surprise you come downstairs to a somewhat clean house. Josh is poking about the kitchen, wiping down counters and softly humming to himself.

“Good morning you two- ugh! Fuck!”

You make a face at him. “What?”

“What happened to your neck? It looks like you were attacked by an octopus. Holy shit.” He states, dumbfoundedly staring at you.

“Gotta mark your territory. Right?” Jake interjects with a smirk.

Josh makes a fake gagging sound as Jake grabs your arm and leads you to the door.

“Sam was right! God that’s something I never thought I would say.” Josh yells after you two head for the door.

**

You crunched the leaves beneath your feet into a 24 hour breakfast diner that you and Jake had frequented before. There were little spider webs and skeletons hung up everywhere. Jake had ordered you both the Halloween special that had consisted of some sort of pumpkin coffee, witchy waffles, and batty bacon.

“So.” Jake said as he sipped his coffee.

“So?” You answered.

He lets out a huff. “You make me nervous.”

You laughed at him. “No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.”

Before you can speak he continues. “Okay fuck it here it goes. So yes I asked Josh to text you. In fact, I bugged the piss out of him about it for days. I did sulk for those three weeks. And when I saw you walk in yesterday with that fuck I felt a feeling that I never want to feel again.”

You swallow and glance up at him. “Oh…”

He huffs again and pushes his hair back. “What I’m trying to say here is- I want you. I want you in every way all of the time. I don’t want to keep fueling the stupid fights and breakups. I’m done with that. I’ve done a lot of reflecting and… well, I love you. I’ve loved you for years and I want to keep on loving you for years. I want us to be together and actually give it a shot. A permanent shot. You and me.”

You blink and stare at him, entirely unsure what to even say. You and Jake had technically been together for years and this was the first time you had heard him say he loved you stone cold sober. You felt like you could vomit, but in a good way?

“Please say something.” He spits out, slightly anxious.

“Jake- I…” You take a breath and swallow. “I love you too.”

A visible sigh leaves his body as that perfect smile creeps over his face.

“But I’m scared. I’m scared that you’re going to hurt me. That we’re going to hurt each other.”

He grabs your hand and laces it with his. “I know. A big part of that is my own fault. But I’m serious. I want to try. I want to communicate with you. I want to make it work. I want you.”

You chew on your lip, still unsure of his words. It felt surreal, like you were in a dream. You had been waiting for years to hear this come out of his mouth. Slowly, you nod your head and muster up a very small “Okay.” With a smile.

Jake jolts up and leans across the table grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss. Then he puts his forehead up against yours and mutters a “thank you.” Before sitting down like all eyes weren’t on you two.

“How’s your coffee?” He asks you nonchalantly.

You look up at him and laugh. He does the same.

“It’s perfect. How’s yours?”

He smiles at you with those beautiful white teeth that you rarely see.

“Perfect.” He answers back.

Your waitress brings your Halloween specials and you both eat and giggle at one another. When you’re finished, Jake takes your hand and leads you outside. The crisp air raises goosebumps on your skin, yet you had never felt more warm.

“Can I take you back to your place to get changed then we go have a spooky day? I still think we have time to pick out a pumpkin and carve it. We just need to be back before dark because I shelled out on Halloween candy this year.”

You laugh in a surprised way. “Jake Kiszka are you getting soft on me? Handing out candy to children?”

He rolls his eyes. “No. It’s a competition. The best costumes get the most candy.”

You throw your head back. “That’s sort of fucked up.”

“But you’re going to do it with me. Aren’t you?” He asks with a smirk.

“Obviously.”

He kisses your cheek and laughs. “That’s my girl.”

****

[dykevanny]

haz i know absolutely nothign about zeno rpg but ur zeno au has intrigued me and im curious about it,,, i saw smth abt like. meomory loss and being handcuffed together and ik they eat ppl but thats it 😭 explain the au if u want ig bc im interested and i think thye look so silly. also bc u put vanny n will in my brain and they wont leave im shooing them with a boom and they are not moving

OK LET ME GET THE INFODUMP<3

So ummm Zeno au<3 I’m really normal. Allow me to give a brief explanation of what Zeno is first You see, Zeno is a fictional disease sort of thing that makes people cannibals. Specifically an oneset is caused by traumatic events/extreme cases of unrequited love(specifically mostly familial) and the only cure is eating the flesh of someone else with Zeno.(not widely known.) It’s also transmittable through biting like zombies. there’s one specific facility with scientists dedicated to getting to the bottom of how to cure zeno, also housing ‘patients’ (or, people with zeno being used as lab rats). Now onto character lore.

So william and henry were good friends right. Yeah. Considering that they even have a small diner together. Well one day will got zeno (oh no!) and started slowly picking off kids going to the diner. He even accidentally attacked Charlie, who escaped in one piece luckily. Charlie went to the afton household to see if he was doing okay (because will’s like an uncle to her and all! And also what if everyone else got hurt?) only to find will ate them all oops. And yeah same happened to her, but since he transmitted zeno to Charlie he was cured! How convenient! The people in charge of the labs ended up roping him and henry into being scientists for them through shady shady means and well the two aren’t on good terms and avoid each other like the plague. Henry’s still sore over the ‘you ate my fucking daughter’ thing. Luckily he has his assistant/the archivist (tape girl) to keep him company. So Vanessa right! Crazzy I know. Nessa as we know comes from a broken family. In this specific au I’m mixing her backstory with the character who’s place she’s taking (hi kuro) so basically her parents. Neglect her. In favor of her younger sibling because she was born from her mom’s affair and blablabla… she grows up basically taking care of herself. Eventually she develops zeno and starts you know. Killing and eating random girls as you do. When one night she comes home and is confronted by her parents about this!! And well you can guess. What happens to them lol. She gets captured and taken to the zeno facility where she’s specifically studied/talked to by William! They’re funny bc nessa hasn’t had anyone willingly spend so much time around her and be so nice to her. Will … well she’s a specimen to him lol. Since being cured himself zeno has been a subject of interest to him, he’s thrown himself completely into his work (under the guise of feeling soooo guilty for his actions which henry can see right through) and well. He’s realized the consumption of human flesh has something to do with it, since eating Charlie cured him. So he’s been …. Robbing the morgue/killing people when needed to feed vanessa every time they meet. Which, she’s more docile when she’s not hungry so it kind of works but she’s not like cured you know. It has the side affect of her being hungry when it’s time for someone to chat with her though which was funny the one time henry had to go in will’s stead cause he offered her a granola bar and she was like 😐 ew.?? Anyways will has gotten her total trust because he also plays board games with her yay!! He’s the only one not enforcing the whole straightjacket-dog muzzle combo also so she’s like woah !! He sees me as another human unlike these other guys :DD (needless to say zeno patients are not treated very humanely.lol) there was also one time tape girl had to be a substitute for william but nothing of note happened they just kinda chilled and ness threatened her in a backhanded and mildly gay sort of way.as you do.

Anyway yeah so basically Henry’s been experimenting with treatment through amnesia and totally surely unrelated note at the actual start of the story, Will and Nessa wake up in a strange room with no clue who they are or how they got here, and have to navigate the now bloody and corpse-strewn facility while handcuffed together with nothing to guide them except each other and the only clue to their pasts is tampered resumes which effectively switch their backstories!! Nessa is under the impression that she’s the scientist (the whole cannibalism part was left out) and she thinks William is the serial murderer/cannibal. Which was funny cause she read her own resume like wow… I’m kind of a big deal huh :) and then read Will’s like ERM.OKAY… Will didn’t read either of the resumes. Also tape girl gave everyone code names and said code names were swapped on the resumes also! So ‘bonnie’(nessa) and ‘vanny’(will) are just kind of cluelessly walking around like damn this place is really… corpsey:) until henry starts showing up and trying to kill them (he contracted zeno big surprise) and also tape girl (assumed dead) shows up sometimes just to see how things are going. Lots of shenanigans and also murder ensue.

The game also has multiple endings so. sometimes nessa ends up killing william lol. Intestine jumprope…. … ……… Also side note.will found out it’s specifically zeno infected humans that need to be fed to patients to cure them but kinda. Didn’t cure nessa on purpose<3 because she’s sort of entirely dependent on him in this way and she’s kind of his only friend.the same way he’s her only friend……wacky wild!

Tape girl is having a fucking.day. Because henry mentioned he was going to do something but likeee. She didn’t expect to be caught in the crossfires of a HUGE MASS MURDER CANNIBAL EVENT.AS LIKE ONE OF THE 4 PEOPLE STILL ALIVE IN HERE,.. once he chilled out henry explained himself and she agreed to help out (she also decided to distribute some of her recorded notes.just for fun…after the two get separated for the first time ‘vanny’ listens to them and is like woah… i was a patient here⁉️ And bon was my unethical doctor⁉️⁉️ which is funny) but like. She is the only one NOT infected in here and would like to keep it that way so she’s having quite the time. Seeing vanessa walking around unrestrained keeps jumpscaring her LOL. Once ness’s zeno symptoms start returning well ofc will as the only one she’d encountered here who she cares about is the first target but tape girl nearly gets chomped too lol.

Zeno has an interesting affect on the subjects mood which is funny. Basically when an oneset happens and the person with zeno is running around eating people they’re in a crazed manic state which. Is really fun.will and nessa are wandering around handcufffed and he’s like uhh bonnie you okay cause her facial expressions.well they went from the example on the left to the one on the right.

It’s funny bc. The memory erasure actually technically did work… her symptoms only started returning bc she got bit LOL

Pre-the amnesia incident the other three’s interactions with vanessa were pretty.limited. Considering she’s theeee most dangerous patient. Will talks to her for like an hour daily but Henry only really knows her as ‘william’s mutt’ (he was especially not a fan when he found out will had been FEEDING HER HUMAN FLESH.) and tape girl is afraid of her but also. Kind of endeared from their two in person interactions. The second one in which vanessa tried to convince her to let her cannibalize her but hey she was very polite about it..!! Henry and tape girl are both shocked and stunned that she’s actually pretty chill when she’s not insane and eating people.

TL;DR

^these fuckheads are almost all cannibals and beating each other up forever

[healingtheworldwithboburnham]

Ineffable Husbands x Taylor Swift (pt 4)

Crowley and Aziraphale to Reputation and Lover, the sluttiest and most anxiety-ridden albums.

Don’t Blame Me - “Echoes of your name inside my mind; halo, hiding my obsession, I once was poison ivy, but now I’m your daisy. And baby, for you, I would fall from grace, just to touch your face. If you walk away, I’d beg you on my knees to stay.” [IS THIS CROWLEY IN THE BEGINNING OR AZIRAPHALE IN SEASON 3]

Dancing With Our Hands Tied - “Yeah, we were dancing, dancing with our hands tied. Yeah, we were dancing, and I had a bad feeling, but we were dancing. I’d kiss you as the lights went out. Swaying as the room burned down. I’d hold you as the water rushes in.”

New Year’s Day - “Hold on to the memories they will hold on to you. I will hold on to you. Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.” [oops i hurt myself]

Cruel Summer - “Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes [too perfect not to include lol], what doesn’t kill me makes me want you more… I’m drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar [pub], said I’m fine but it wasn’t true. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you, and I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate. I scream for whatever it’s worth, I love you ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard? He looks up grinning like the devil.” [Aziraphale as Taylor, Crowley as Devilish Grinner]

The Archer - “Help me hold on to you. I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey. Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?” [it’s feeling very Crowley after Aziraphale chooses heaven; and WHEN EVERYTHING IS RESOLVED THEN IT GETS TO “you could stay.”]

Paper Rings - “I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings [material girl Crowley]. Uh huh, that’s right, darling, you’re the one I want. And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.”

Cornelia Street - [whatever their street is called] “And baby, I’m so terrified of if you ever walk away, I’d never walk Cornelia Street again. You hold my hand on the street, walk me back to that apartment, years ago, we were just inside. Barefoot in the kitchen [bookstore], sacred new beginnings that became my religion. And I hope I never lose you.”

Death By A Thousand Cuts - “Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts, flashbacks waking me up. I get drunk but it’s not enough ‘cause the morning comes and you’re not my baby. I look through the windows of this love even though we boarded them ip. Chandeliers still flickering here ‘cause I can’t pretend it’s okay when it’s not.” [God, this whole thing is so S2. I just fucking know Crowley would sob to this while he’s getting drunk but it’s not enough]

London Boy - too accurate not to include

False God - [oh fuck yes] “They all warned us about times like this, when the road gets hard and you get lost when you’re led by blind faith, blind faith. But we might just get away with this, religion’s in your lips even if it’s a false god… I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me, honey, hell is when I fight with you.” [This is what I need from S3]

[teddy06writes]

the quackity + karl irl stream but add y/n ✨ (and maybe sapnap if that's not too hard to write 😳😳)

quackity x karl x reader (I tried to Fit in Sapnap but it didn’t work with the way the meet up actually went)

trigger warnings: swearing

premise: you finally get to meet your long distance boyfriends in person, the stream that follows is WACK

(y/s/n) - your screen name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

“Blep” talking

‘blep’ texting

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“WE’RE POPPING OFF! WE’RE POPPIN OFF!”

You roared with laughter, doing your best to stay out of the way as Alex and Karl started swinging guitars around.

~~

two and a half hours earlier:

You had gotten off the plane in NC, practically buzzing with nervous energy, or maybe it was the coffee you’d gotten on the plane, combined with the two energy drinks earlier in the day, but hey! it was a long flight, and it was already late.

It was nearly 10:30 by the time you got your bag, and pulled out your phone to check the new messages from Karl and Alex.

You had all planed to meet up originally at Karl’s house but then plans had changed when you and Alex figured it’d be cheaper to uber together, even if it ruined the plan of all of you meeting at once.

‘I just got my bag where are you?’ you texted Alex.

‘I only just got off the plane, I should get down to baggage claim soon tho’

You smiled, ‘I’ll see you them <3′

‘nerd’         ‘<3′

You stood against a wall, quietly scrolling through twitter as you waited, until a new message from Alex popped up.

It was a fairly blurry photo of a crowded airport, with a red circle drawn around one person.

‘that is you right?’

You chuckled, zooming in on the picture to determine that is was indeed you, ‘yup, that’s little ole me... stalker’

You looked up as you sent the text, rising on your toes to look over the crowd, trying to spot him, pulling out your camera you quietly explained what was going on and then:

“(Y/n)!” Alex emerged from the crowd, and immediately you grinned, throwing your arms around him.

“Alex!”

You pulled away long enough for Alex to ask, “Can I kiss you?”

Laughing you nodded, and his lips met yours, as your hands came to rest on the sides of his face.

When you pulled away Alex muttered, “wow.”

“That bad? Sorry.” You glanced down sheepishly.

“Not that-” he said quickly, taking a half step back, “It’s just- wow, you know. Like, we’re actually here together, and about to go meet up with Karl, and wow.”

You chuckled, “I guess that makes sense.”

He garbed your hand, “C’mon, I already called an uber.”

~~

The whole way to Karl’s you sat nervously fiddling the cuffs of your hoodie, occasionally glancing at Alex, who smiled back reassuringly.

You sent a message to the group chat the three of you were in saying you would be there in two minutes at which he sent back a long string of emojis you could only take to mean that he was excited.

The car pulled up in front of the house and you got out, thanking the driver as Alex got your suitcases from the back.

Quietly you pulled out your camera, just as you had at the airport.

“Why are you filming everything?” Alex asked as you walked up to the house.

“We’re gonna do what George could never.” You laughed.

“Yeah but the lightings gonna be shit, it’s dark out here.”

“It’ll still be better than George!”

Alex laughed, high fiving you, “True!”

Almost as soon as you knocked, the door opened and Karl came barreling out, tackling both of you in a hug, “YOUR HERE!”

Alex barley kept him from falling over, “Yeah!”

“It’s almost like we planned it.” You couldn’t help but scoff at the camera.

Karl grinned, quickly pecking at your lips, and then Alex’s as he let go of you, “I am so excited that you guys are here!”

“Woah Karl where's the consent?!” Alex feigned shock.

“Oops?” He giggled.

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle, “Can we come in? It’s cold out here!”

“Oh, yeah, sorry, come in, come in!” Karl quickly moved back inside, waving you and Alex in, “Sorry.”

~~

After getting your suitcases inside and being formally introduced to Shaun, Karl all but demanded for you to take pictures together, resulting in many shots that were blurry from too much laughter, but a few good ones, like the picture with the boys on either side of you, kissing your cheeks, which later went up on Instagram, and a picture of Karl, mid laugh looking back at you up on Alex’s back.

All of your previous anxiety was very much gone.

You laughed, looking at Karl’s phone as he showed the picture, “Oh my god!”

“That is amazing!” Alex agreed, leaning over you to look.

“It’s gonna be the stream announcement!” Karl declared, pulling up twitter.

You glanced at your phone, “Karl it’s almost one in the morning, no one would show up to a stream.”

Karl laughed, “You seriously underestimate the fans.”

The next thing you knew you were up upstairs, sitting off to the side of Karl’s streaming set up as Alex grabbed the guitar from the corner, “Karl you don’t even actually play, why do you have this?”

“Because I can?” He said absently, starting to set up for a stream.

The air was thick with excitement as Karl hit ‘go live’, and handed you and Alex extra sets of headphones.

Alex was still messing with the guitar, and you barley stifled laughs as he began to sing Country roads in a strange accent, and the chat filled with people.

“It’s pop off time!” Karl announced in a high pitched voice, making you laugh even more.

The face cam was turned on, and the yelling began.

After a few moments, and a couple more terrible bars of country roads, Karl grinned, “Everyone! This is, Quackity, our, uh, our guitarist for the day!”

Alex laughed, “We’re poppin off! We’re poppin off!”

“And (y/s/n)s here too!” Karl dragged your chair further in frame, “Welcome! Welcome!”

“It’s pop off central tonight boys!” You chuckled.

The alert box went insane as did the chat as Alex finally sat down next to you, and Karl stopped laughing enough to sit back up.

“Guys! Chill! You’re gonna break the alert box!”

You laughed again, “Yeah just tell your chat to stop, just knock it off, leave we’re done!”

Alex snorted, “It’s over!”

Karl pulled his chair closer to the desk, “Thanks for uh, being here, with the boys, uhh.”

He turned to Alex who was now essentially just spamming random chords, yelling, “I can’t hear you!”

You berried your face in your hands, trying to control your laughter.

Karl sighed and pulled his headphones off, “You know what? I’ll be right back, I’ll be right back.”

You immediately hopped seats as he left, “Hello chat! Hello!”

Alex leaned over, trying to grab the mic to pull it towards him, “hell-” part of the stand snapped, “Oh my god!”

“Oh my god you fucking broke it!” You yelled, pushing away from the desk.

“Oh god, hold on!”

He did his best to fix it, leaning in to talk to the chat, while Karl came back with another guitar.

“Why do you have two of them?” You laughed.

Karl grinned, “Technically it’s Shaun's!”

“OH WE”RE POPPING OFF! WE”RE POPPING OFF!”

You roared with laughter, quickly moving back out of the way as Karl jokingly swung the guitar at Alex.

Once you calmed down you caught a glimpse of the chat, “Guys I think you fucked something up!”

“Oh god!” Alex muttered.

“Wait- hold on- did-” Karl examined the mic, “Wait its unplugged!”

It took a few minutes to get things sorted out, and as Karl and Alex went back to yelling about popping off you spun around in your desk chair, “Pop off crew! Pop off crew!”

Things settled down again when you moved your chair back to between them, a sub goal was set for a height check, and you started to try and get things some what orderly.

“So yeah this isn’t just a Minecraft stream, I think we’re just hanging out, Popping off, you know, we’re gonna talk to chat-”

Karl began to laugh, and Alex tried not to chuckle as he said, “He’s laughing at you (y/n) he’s just laughing at you! What are you gonna do about it?”

“Listen man, I’m trying to get your fucking stream in order. If you just wanna fucking ignore me then fine!” You held your hands up in surrender.

“Well, I mean-”

Karl started to stand up, and you knew he was going for the fit check but Alex screeched, shoving his chair back, “Fuck off!”

“Wha?”

You laughed, “He thought you were going for the Hight check early man!”

“Dude it’s the fit check!”

Alex laughed as Karl sat back down, “Holy shit- cash app with the hundred tear ones!”

You giggled at the message, “They wanna see the height check! Who wants to see the height check? Who wants to see the height check chat?”

“No no no no! No height check early! It- it doesn’t matter, cause height is stupid, and a choice!” Alex struggled for words.

You shook your head whispering, “He just looks short next to Karl and he’s scared.”

“Shut up!”

~~

A while later, after both Karl and Alex’s stream descended into chaos or partial chaos, you found yourself tucked between them on the couch.

Karl’s fingers were intertwined with yours, and Alex’s head lay on your shoulder.

“I’m glad to have finally met you guys.” You murmured.

“Yeah,” Alex hummed, “Actually being able to cuddle is much better than the online thing.”

Karl hummed in agreement, “I wish you guys could be here all the time.”

“Let’s get a house somewhere.” You mused.

“Somewhere convenient for you two nerds to go to school.” Karl chuckled.

Alex yawned, “Somewhere near good take out.”

You smiled sleepily, “Anywhere with you guys is fine by me.”

Distantly a clock on the wall read 4:23 am.

[celestialrry]

oops

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summary: You didn't mean for this to happen and neither did Harry. 

warnings: a little angsty but gets fluffy, mentions of sex, crying

You didn’t mean for this to happen. You did not mean for this to happen. You stared at the two red lines on the test that sat on your bathroom counter. This was the third test you had taken, after thinking the first positive was a fluke, but then the second one was positive and you just got another test because you were currently going through the 5 stages of grief. Denial was the stage you had been at when you started throwing up in the morning, and after all three tests, it seemed you skipped to the depression stage. 

Harry had been working on promo for his new album and upcoming tour, as well as finishing touches on the album, and you spent the last day together before he left for New York and  L.A., going at it like bunnies, you wanted to give him something to remember when he was gone for the next two months. Of course you were on birth control, you had been on it for years and only a few months after you met Harry you both decided condoms weren't necessary, because you were on birth control.You stopped taking it after the first test, just in case, Harry wasn't here so it wouldn’t affect him. It was supposed to work, the two of you were dependent on it, you had never had any pregnancy scares before and never had to take the morning-after pill. God, you wish you had after you saw the results on the first test. 

You were still looking at the lines when your phone rang. You looked down on the screen and froze as you saw it was a  call from Harry. You quickly left the bathroom and shut the door, scurrying into the living room. You slid the bar across and smiled as you heard the voice your boyfriend of two years 

“Hello, m’love. How are you?” He asked, smiling even though you couldn’t see him.

“I’m fine H, how are you? How’s L.A. been?” You deflected, relying on your boyfriend’s tendency to ramble. He had been gone for about 7 weeks now and was coming back next week and you weren't so excited anymore. 

“It’s been good, I miss y’though.” He said gently into the phone like he had to keep his voice down. “I miss you too H, can't wait to see you.” 

“You won't have to wait any longer,” He said, and you raised your brow, turning your head to see the door handle turn. Oh no. The door swung open, showing Harry with a massive smile on his face, placing his bags on the floor. He hung up his phone and stuffed it in his pocket. “Honey, m’home!” 

Your jaw dropped and your mind immediately went to the test on the bathroom counter. The bathroom connected to the master, where all his toiletries would go as he unpacked. “Harry?” You asked, the thoughts in your head overwhelming you. 

He exclaimed your name and shut the door behind him, arms out as he rushed over to you on the couch. You stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your torso, lifting you off the ground by a few inches. “Was able t’come home early, so I did.” He mumbled, kissing your neck a few time before pulling away and connecting your lips. You kissed him back before pulling away sooner than he thought you would. You looked into his eyes and your lips turned into a pout before you pulled him into another hug, deciding not to show your face until you collected yourself. 

Harry didn't seem to mind as he accepted the hug, rubbing your back and telling you how much he missed you and loved you. “Okay love,” He gently pulled away. “I have t’pee, so let me go and then we can catch up.” He teased. Your heart clenched in panic and you watched as he walked away. “Wait!” You called as he made his way to the restroom. “Let me go first okay? I’ll be done in a sec.” You quickly said, patting his chest before hurrying off the the restroom. You opened the door and shut it immediately behind you, your breath speeding up.

Your eyes found the test and you stared at it, not knowing what the hell to do. If you tossed it in the trash can there was a probable chance he could see it, but there was no where else to put it. You wrapped some toilet paper around it and stuck it in your pajama shorts waistband, pulling Harry’s Rolling Stone’s shirt over it, flushing the toilet and turning on the faucet as if you washed your hands. 

You opened the bathroom door to see Harry standing right in front of it, his brows furrowed a bit. “Okay, your turn.” You forced a smile at his as you attempted to walk around his frame without brushing up against it. He instead smiled back at you, grabbing your hips with his large hands and squeezing there as a joke. He did that all the time and yet something about your body felt different. 

You tried to step away but he pulled you back and felt the plastic again. “What’s this?” He asked curiously, tugging up at your shirt as you tried to pull it back down. “Um, it’s a present, for you?” You said, annoyed at how bad of a lie that was. He successfully lifted up your shirt and looked at the bunch of toilet paper tucked halfway in your waistband. 

“Wrapped in toilet paper?” He joked, still smiling a bit. You just shook your head, tears now falling down your face and you pulled away from him, falling to the floor with you back against the wall, head in your shaking hands.

His eyes widened, this wasn't what he was expecting from his girlfriend when he got back. Regardless he sat on the floor in front of you, his hands finding your knees. “Baby, what's wrong?” He asked gently, thumbs rubbing your skin. 

You shook your head, refusing to uncover your face as you cried out. “I’m so so sorry Harry, I’m so sorry.” Your whole body was shaking now, as sobs racked your body. 

“Why are y’sorry, pet?” 

“It’s not a present.” You sniffled, still hiding your face. 

“I wasn't expectin’ one, pet,” He said, squeezing your knees. “Seeing you is more than enough f’me.”

His words just made you sob harder. How would he feel the same after you ruin his life? Harry was throughly confused, if whatever in the toilet paper was this bad, he needed to know what it was. He truly had no idea what it could be either, pregnancy not crossing through his brain at all. 

You sighed, trying to calm yourself down and placed your hands on his, lifting up your head to face the ceiling, taking a breath before looking at Harry. He had to try so hard to give you a comforting smile, his heart was breaking in two seeing you so upset. He flipped his palms up and held your hands, squeezing them. 

You let go of his left hand with your right, and reached into your waistband, pulling out the toilet paper covered stick. You silently placed it in his hand as more tears rolled down your face, mumbled “I'm sorry”’s repeating over and over. 

He took it, one hand still holding yours as he started to pull away the toilet paper. As the stick was revealed, his heart started to beat faster. He flipped it over, to see the two red lines. He looked at it for a moment, his brain processing what this meant. He knew the two lines meant you were pregnant, but he wanted to be positive. 

“You’re pregnant?” Harry asked you gently, grabbing your hand again. You looked up at him and frowned while nodding. “It’s the third test I've taken,” You sniffled. “And they were all positive, I was gonna go to the doctors while you were gone to be sure.”

He knew the consequences, he knew he would have to postpone his tour, or cancel it completely, but he couldn't care less. You were 99.9% positively carrying his child, and the girl he loved came before work any day. 

“Why are y’sad, lovey?” Harry asked, letting go of your hands to cup your face. “Because you have tour, and you shouldn’t be dealing with all this, and-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” He interrupted you. “You know y’take priority, and this isn't something t’deal with, it’s something t’love and enjoy.”

He was grinning up to his ears at this point, and it brought a smile to your face. “We can deal with everything else later, but I just wanna love on y’tonight. And our baby, because I will be here for you.” He said softly, leaning froward to kiss your nose. “M’gonna be a dad and you’re gonna be a mum.”

You kissed him softly and arranged yourself to sit in his lap as you hugged him. “We’re gonna be parents.” 

I always hate my endings but I didn't want to rewrite the whole thing lol. Thank you all for reading, you have no idea how much it means to me <3

[tyongxnct]

𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 - 𝐿𝑒𝑒 𝑇𝑎𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑔

pairing: Taeyong x reader

special guest: Mark Lee

summary: You and Taeyong promised each other to go through everything together. You both dreamed of the music industry and after so many years, you finally got the opportunity to sign a contract with a big company, but they only wanted you, not Taeyong and you. At first, you didn’t want to do anything without Taeyong, but he encouraged you and supported you, but after your big success, Taeyong changed and his jealousy destroyed your relationship.

song: the heart wants what it wants - Selena Gomez

genre: idol!au, angst

warnings: mention of alcohol, swearing

word count: 4,8k

A/N:​ I really love this one and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do, listen to the heart wants what it wants by Selena Gomez while reading!! 💖

taglist: @alex-chann​

© tyongxnct on all platforms

I was on stage and I was thinking of... I felt like I know him though I know his heart And I know what he wouldn't do to hurt me But I didn't realize that Feeling so confident, feeling so great about myself... And then it just be completely shattered by one thing By something so stupid But then you make me feel crazy baby Feel like it's my fault I was in pain…

The award in your one hand and your phone in your other hand. You were nervous, almost scared. You whole body was trembling, and your lips were about to bleed, you chewed on them without feeling any pain.

You looked on your phone, for the millionth time in the last three minutes and there was still no call and no text.

You felt like the dress you were wearing, the beautiful golden dress, was suffocating you. It was tight around your waist and with every passing second it got tighter.

You clutched your heart.

Are you dying?

You can’t breathe.

Is this it?

Your vision is blurry, tears filled your eyes.

“Y/n! Can you hear us? Hey, honey, are you alright? Look at me.” This was your manager, she tried to calm you down. You were going to die, there was no other way to stop the pain.

“Someone bring me a fucking bottle of water!” she yelled to the crew in your dressing room. “You did it, Y/n! Artist of the year award is in your hands! This was your dream!”

You looked at the award in your hand.

Artist of the year.

Did you deserve this? Of course you did. You worked day and night, non-stop without any breaks, this was your dream and you did everything you could to achieve this.

But did you really deserve this?

“You looked absolutely gorgeous on-stage Y/n! Honey, you moved everyone with your speech! It was beautiful, you’re trending first place worldwide on twitter!” she told you as she handed you the bottle of water. Your throat was dry, and you finished the whole bottle in one go.

“Thank you.” You said and then you turned your phone off. He wasn’t going to text you anyway.

The water helped you calm down and the crew and your manager cheered and popped a champagne bottle. Today was your day, and you had to push every painful thought away and just be happy for once.

After the award show you found yourself in your bed, but it was hard to fall asleep. You could see the sun rising and the clock on your wall told you that it was almost 6am. You were awake the whole night, alone in a cold bed without him keeping you warm.

The bedroom door was suddenly opened with him stumbling inside. The heavy smell of alcohol surrounded the whole room. When he saw you looking at him, he laughed. He walked towards the bed and almost tripped on his way.

“Oops.” He giggled to himself.

You starred at him, curious about his next move.

“I saw y-you on the tv. You looked so small.” He laughed again like a little boy. He took off his socks and then his shirt.

“Do you know why I was on the tv?” you asked him.

“I don’t know and I don’t care.” With that, he got under the blankets and turned his back to you.

Tonight was one of the most important nights of your life and Taeyong simply didn’t care.  

The bed's getting cold and you're not here The future that we hold is so unclear But I'm not alive until you call And I'll bet the odds against it all Save your advice 'cause I won't hear You might be right but I don't care There's a million reasons why I should give you up But the heart wants what it wants The heart wants what it wants

Your history with Taeyong started when you were both around twelve years old. The typical childhood friends to lovers. You had your first kiss with him when you were fifteen, you officially started dating when you were sixteen and you had your first time when you were eighteen. Years later, with twenty-three, every memory, every special day with him wasn’t the same anymore.

You two always dreamed of becoming the greatest couple in the music industry. You promised each other to go through this together and love each other forever. Taeyong was more into rap and producing and you were more into writing lyrics and singing. For the first couple years everything was perfect, but it was also exhausting and tiring. The music industry was harder than you imagined and the day you signed a contract with a big company, without Taeyong, was the day your relationship started falling apart.

You didn’t want to sign the contract. It was always Taeyong and you or nothing. Taeyong felt bad and didn’t want that to happen, he couldn’t be selfish just because it took longer to achieve his own dream. Taeyong worked in your studio, you let him spend as much time as he wanted and he produced song after song but nobody wanted to sign him. Your company offered Taeyong a job as a producer to produce a couple songs for you and other artists, he accepted the offer and hoped that one day, he could produce something for himself.

Taeyong supported you at first. The day you released your first self-written single, he surprised you with a big party and a promise ring. A promise to be with you forever. When you released your first full album, your fanbase grew even faster and you album hit first place on almost every chart. You were twenty-three and you were a star.

Taeyong was distant after you released your first album. He never left the studio and produced day and night. Every time you tried to get close to him, he’d find an excuse to push you away. No company wanted him, and he was going crazy. You understood, you tried to keep your own stuff for yourself and never talked about your job, you didn’t want to hurt him more.

While you got more popular, Taeyong’s hate towards music grew and one day, he just stopped.

“There’s no need for me to keep doing this. I don’t want this anymore. I need money to pay for this apartment, I need money to buy food and-“ he rambled nervously.

“Taeyong, you know that money is no problem for us anymore. This was your dream, you can’t just give up-“

“Oh please, don’t start with that bullshit. I don’t want your fucking money! Keep it to yourself! Go buy yourself some diamonds or I don’t fucking know, a house or no, go buy yourself a plane!”

Taeyong hated it whenever you talked about money. He hated it that you gained more money than him and provided for you two. The thought of you now paying for the apartment drove him crazy.

“Taeyong, I don’t want you to stop trying. Just let me pay the rent, I love you I just want to help-“ You loved Taeyong so much and you knew how much music actually means to him.

“I don’t want your fucking help. You’re not paying the rent. End of discussion.” And like every other night, he left you alone and went to a bar.

You knew you shouldn’t, but you did it anyway.

You bought the apartment you were living in and didn’t say anything to Taeyong. For two months, he didn’t notice that the money he paid for the apartment was back on his bank account. You knew that he’d find out sooner or later, but you couldn’t sit back and watch him destroy himself anymore.

But one day, he noticed, and you thought it was really the end of your relationship. The future you always dreamed of was nowhere to be seen.

“Do you really think that low of me?! Do you really think I can’t even fucking pay rent?! Huh?! How could you do something like that behind my back!” he yelled at you.

“Taeyong, please. I did it for us. I don’t want you to worry about money, I can help-“

“No! No you fucking can’t help! I don’t want your fucking money! You think, now that you are fucking famous you can do whatever the fuck you want?! Is that how it works? Just because you sing like anyone else, you can do whatever you want? I don’t even get why people are listening to your fucking music! It sound like every other artist singing you’re not special, not unique! You don’t have any fucking talent but here we are, you get the contract and not me, someone with actual talent.”

Every word that left his mouth, felt like a knife piercing in your heart. You finally heard how he really felt about your success and it broke you apart. You never wanted it to go this far.

You sobbed, you felt numb and his gaze on you didn’t help. Maybe he was right. There was nothing special about you. He deserved to be in your position.

“I-I’m sorry-“ you blurred out, “D-do you want me to g-go?”

Taeyong’s gaze softened, you looked like you were about to fall apart, and he couldn’t catch you because it was his faut in first place.

Did he want to break up? Was it over now? Do you have to leave the love of your life now?

“N-No, I’ll leave.”

And you didn’t see him for next hours.

You did nothing except for crying while listening to your songs. He was right, there was nothing special about your voice. You were like anyone else. No talent, how did people even listen to you?

It was late, past 3 am.

You were still crying, and you thought that Taeyong left you- forever. You took off the promise ring and tried to fall asleep, but he entered the room, and you could feel his presence behind you.

Taeyong hugged you from behind and cried. His head fell in the crook of your neck and he cried with you in his arms, you were also crying.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” He whimpered. “I didn’t mean anything I said. You’re perfect, the best of the best. I’m sorry, please don’t leave me. I love you.”

You turned to him. When he saw the tears on your face, he stroked them away and kissed your cheeks. “Please don’t cry- I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

You did the same with his tears and he noticed the missing ring on your finger. “W-Where is the ring?”

“I’m sorry, I took it off. I thought you’d leave m-me.” You told him and he cried harder. “No baby I’d never leave you. I’m sorry, please don’t take it off. I still mean it.”

You turned to your nightstand and put it back on.

“I’m sorry. I’m stupid and an idiot. T-This is just driving me crazy- Am I not good enough? What am I doing wrong?” he said, you could see in his eyes that he was in pain and it hurt you so much to see him like this.

“You are not doing anything wrong. You’re perfect, they are just blind and don’t see how great you are. They don’t know what real music is, Tae. You are so talented and please don’t stop trying.”

You put your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

“A-Are you serious? O-Or are you just saying that to make me stop crying like a baby?” he pouted.

“I’m telling the truth. I’m not biased here. Well, I do love you but I’m really telling you the truth. You are the most talented person I know.”

“Thank you.” He kissed your head. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for earlier- I hate myself for saying that to you.”

“It’s okay, I know that you didn’t mean it.”

“I love you so much, never leave me, okay?” he said softly.

“I love you too.”

You got me scattered in pieces Shining like stars and screaming Lighting me up like Venus But then you disappear and make me wait And every second's like torture Hell over trip, no more so Finding a way to let go Baby, baby, no I can't escape

It didn’t stay like that. Not even weeks later, you were back to the cold and distant Taeyong, he was still the same cold guy who hated your success with a burning passion.

Two weeks later, you were back at the studio, after you won the artist of the year award, in the studio working on some music with a hungover Taeyong. He still didn’t talk to you about the fact that you won the artist of the year award and you were not going to say anything about it.

You were distant. You tried to keep your thoughts to yourself and only talked whenever it was really needed.

“Try again.” He said for the fifth time.

Your throat hurt after last night and singing the same verse over and over again didn’t help.

“Taeyong can I take a break?” you asked.

“Mrs. Artist of the year wants to take a break? That’s not so professional of you. Artists don’t take breaks. They try and try until it’s perfect.”

First of all, you thought he didn’t know that you won artist of the year? And second, so he knew but he didn’t even show you a tiny bit of love. You won the biggest award of the year and your boyfriend hated you for that.

“But my throat hurts- I can’t hit the notes.”

“Drink some water.” He pointed at the water in the recording room.

And then you tried and tried to hit the note, but your voice gave up.

“Fine. That’s it for tonight. We won’t get any further with that voice of yours.” He said coldly.

When you left the little recording room, you gathered your things together but Taeyong didn’t move. “Aren’t we going home?” you asked.

“You can go, I’ll stay a little longer.”

And without saying anything or kissing him goodbye, you left.

The pain in your throat got worse and talking was difficult. You were talking to your manager about a potential tour, but after one sentence your voice broke. You stopped talking immediately, the pain only got worse whenever you tried to talk. “Here drink this tea. You should stop recording for a couple days, maybe even weeks.” You nodded, your voice was still there, but you didn’t want to risk losing it completely.

A couple days later, you talked to your boss about taking a break for a couple months, a short hiatus to calm your voice and throat and just write lyrics for your upcoming album. You decided to leave the city and rent a little beach house. Your manager was happy, you were happy but Taeyong, well, Taeyong just laughed at you.

“Taeyong, I just told you that I’m going to take a break and you’re just laughing?”

“Our little pop-star got enough of being the star? Why? Are they paying you too little?” he said mockingly.

“You know that this isn’t about money! I’m stressed, I’m not feeling good. My voice is always breaking, it even hurts to talk.”

“You can’t even handle that, can you? What kind of singer are you? Pathetic.”

You had enough. You really had enough.

“I’m the pathetic one? Look at yourself for once! You did this to me! I’m recording 24/7 and you don’t give me a single break! How is my voice supposed to handle that?! Tell me! You hate me so much, you weren’t even there for me when I won that stupid award! We talked so much about being there for each other in the past, but you threw everything away because of your jealousy! You weren’t there when I needed you the most even though I’m always there for you. You promised me b-but I’ve had enough…  I can’t let you tear me down. I worked so hard, but It feels like a punishment to sing.” Once again, your voice broke.

“I want you to leave my apartment. I don’t want to see you or any of your stuff here. I’m done with you breaking my heart.”

Fortunately, your bags were already in the car, you thought maybe Taeyong would come with you, to relax and remind him of the love you once shared. But after what he had said, you just couldn’t stay with him anymore.

Taeyong looked at you, eyes wide open and lips trembling. Was he about to cry? Impossible. He must be happy that you’re finally leaving him.

“Y-You’re breaking up with me?” he asked slowly.

You took off the ring and placed it on the shelf next to you.

You turned around without saying anything and walked out of the door and when you finally closed the door of the car, you cried. Taeyong didn’t realize that you just left him. He was staring at the ring, he couldn’t move, he wanted to go after you, but his legs were numb.

After more than 10 Years, you left him. You had promised each other that you’d never leave each other but he also promised to be there for you.

This is a modern fairy tale No happy endings No wind in our sails But I can't imagine a life without Breathless moments Breaking me down, down, down, down

You lived at the beach for five months and you had no contact to anyone except your manager and a couple of producers you met. Your manager was always there for you after your breakup with Taeyong. You wrote so many songs in the past months, only love songs. Sad ballads about broken hearts.

You were scared to go back, scared of seeing him in the studio and scared that you actually weren’t ready to go back on stage, but after a long talk with your manager, you felt ready. Your five months hiatus helped you feel better about yourself and gain more confidence.

You woke up to the sounds of waves and you fell asleep to them. Your body relaxed and your throat didn’t hurt anymore. You felt good and you were ready to face the reality you were living in.

Your manager talked to some producers and that’s when you met Mark Lee. A young producer from Canada who was really talented, and you couldn’t wait to work with someone who wasn’t Taeyong. The car stopped in front of the building you tried to avoid for the last months. Your driver kindly opened your door and helped you get out.

“Thank you.” You said politely and entered the building with a nervous heart. Your manager told you that Taeyong was still working in the company, just for other artists and you hoped that you’d never cross paths.

You softly knocked on the door.

“You can come in!”

You opened the door and greeted Mark. It wasn’t your first time meeting him. He visited you at the beach house to talk about your new songs.

“My favorite singer is finally here in my office!” he said happily and hugged you softly. You hugged him back and sighed, “I don’t know If I’m ready.”

“Of course you are. We are going to produce some hits for you. I mean the songs you wrote are sad but like a good sad and everyone loves a good ballad.”

His studio was a little bigger than Taeyong’s and it was also warmer, the vibe was definitely better here. “Well we’ll see about that-“

“Yo Mark do you want to-“ suddenly someone entered the studio and when you turned around time stopped.

Taeyong looked, well, he looked like he always looked and that was perfect. His hair was a pretty shade of blue, he looked mesmerizing.

His eyes widened, his hand on the doorknob tightened and his body tensed. You weren’t doing any better. Your grip on your bag also tightened and your heart clenched.

Mark did know a little bit about your history with Taeyong, and the tension right now was crazy.

“H-Hi.” Taeyong said nervously.

“Hey.” You just said back, trying to avoid his gaze.

“You’re back.”

You nodded, not knowing what to say.

“So, Mark is a new producer here-“

“Yeah I know. I’m going to work with him.” You simply said.

“Oh, t-that’s good. I mean he’s good. Mark is really good.” He mumbled. Taeyong tried to meet your eyes, your beautiful pretty eyes he had missed so much, but you looked down to your feet.

“Uhm, Taeyong, I guess I’ll talk to you later?” Mark tried to save you from this awkward situation.

“Yeah sure.” He slowly left the room and you thought you’d die any second.

“That was so awkward.” Mark said and wiped the sweat from his forehead, “I can’t handle awkward situations, shit I thought we were all going to cry any minute.”

“Let’s start, I need to distract myself.”

Taeyong held his heart tightly when he entered his own studio. He wanted to ask Mark to order some food, but seeing you there after months, looking beautiful as ever.

Taeyong missed you and he was more than happy that you were back, even though you weren’t a couple anymore. You looked healthier and happier and he hated himself whenever he thought about the past. He was an asshole to you, you never deserved his stupid attitude. Losing you was his own fault and he had to leave you alone.

But Taeyong is selfish.

The bed's getting cold and you're not here The future that we hold is so unclear But I'm not alive until you call And I'll bet the odds against it all Save your advice 'cause I won't hear You might be right but I don't care There's a million reasons why I should give you up But the heart wants what it wants The heart wants what it wants

The past two months, you recorded and recorded. You new album was done, and you were able to perform on stage after a long time again. You were extremely nervous, but it also felt like a relief to perform the heart wants what it wants with a big audience.

Each song on your album had a deep meaning. After getting your heart shattered into many pieces, you wrote sad but beautiful lyrics. Everyone goes through heartbreak which is why so many people could relate to your songs.

“Are you ready honey?” you manager asked you.

“I hope I don’t cry.” You tried to joke but everyone knew you were actually serious. “It’s okay to cry. Just go on stage and let it all out.”

You hugged her and even Mark was there to cheer on you. “You’ll do amazing. The songs are amazing and you’re going to deliver them perfectly. Don’t worry.” Mark said as he hugged you tightly.

It felt like a déjà vu. You were in the waiting room almost a year later after you won the Artist of the year award, this time before you performed, and you still hoped to get a text from a certain someone. Did Taeyong even knew that you were going to perform tonight?

You breathed in and out and when you were on stage you poured your heart out.

When the performance ended, you didn’t cry. You almost did, but in the end you didn’t. The genuine smile on your face showed the relief you felt and that you finally reached happiness after years of looking for it.

You left the stage and adrenalin was pumping through your veins. A big smile was on your lips and when you entered your waiting room to celebrate with your crew, there was no one inside except for one person.

“Taeyong?” you asked, not sure If you were imagining him.

“Hey,” he looked you up and down, “You look gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful.”

You were shocked. Is it really him? “W-What are you doing here?”

“I watched your performance. Front row. I wanted to be in the crowd and watch you perform. It was phenomenal. You were breathtaking.”

He stepped closer, “W-Was the song about me?” he whispered.

You nodded, tears were about to fall down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I was a blind little boy, I was so obsessed with the idea of me and the music industry that I forgot about you and your feelings and I can’t tell you how much I hate myself for that. You were always my number one priority, b-but then… all I could see was red and I let my anger and frustration out on you. I love you more than anything and instead of loving you I tried to hurt you and I thought it would make me feel better about myself, but it didn’t, and I realized that when it was too late. You left me and I was absolutely devastated. I couldn’t imagine my life without, and I still can’t. You were always a part of me, and I don’t want to lose the most important part of my life. No one and nothing on this planet is more important to me than you are. You are my world and when you left, my world stopped spinning and I didn’t know what to do. The first time I saw you after our breakup I-I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that you were real and that I lost someone as beautiful and kind as you. I don’t need to be an artist. I don’t need fans- I just need you. My number one fan and supporter.”

You were bawling your eyes out and you couldn’t stop yourself from crying harder and harder.

Taeyong was also always a part of you. Everything you achieved was thanks to him. He was the one who taught you how to play the guitar and the piano. Taeyong helped you find your voice when you were younger, and you found your passion for music and singing all thanks to him.

You went through so much, and you never stopped loving him. You loved him on every single day since the first time you met him until now.

He came to support you. He watched your performance and it felt so good to see him here. Your heart was beating against your chest and you couldn’t talk, you were scared that your voice might break, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t need to.

One step, two steps and you were standing right in front of him.

Taeyong’s face was completely wet from his tears and his big doe eyes trembled, tears still rolling down his pretty face.

You cupped his cheeks and pulled him closer to press your lips on his.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had kissed him or touched him. His lips were perfectly on yours, slowly kissing you with so much longing and passion.

He dropped the bouquet of roses in his hands and pulled you even closer. His hands were on your waist, holding you tightly. He was scared that you’d slip away or that he’d break you. He kissed you tenderly, you were so fragile in his hands he was scared to break you with a simple touch.

The two of you pulled away slowly, he never let go of you though. You hid your face in the crook of his neck and sobbed silently.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He whispered to you and hugged you as tightly as he could. He would never let go of you again.

“I love you so much Taeyong. I always loved you so much and I don’t think I can love anyone as much as I love you. I also need you in my life- the months without you- I just wanted to go back to the days we were happy. I miss those days so much Taeyong. I love my job, but I love you more.”

“I love you so much. I love you. More than anything else. I promise you I’ll give you everything you deserve and so much more. Okay baby? Just like back in the days. You and me against the world.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

After everything you’ve been through, you couldn’t let go of him. No matter how many times your cried yourself to sleep, in the end, the heart wants what it wants and yours wanted Taeyong.

The heart wants what it wants, baby It wants what it wants, baby It wants what it wants It wants what it wants

The heart wants what it wants, baby It wants what it wants

[andallthatmishigas]

Ready for some lists?✨

1. Top five of your own favorite drabbles (any fandom)

2. Top three of your own favorite fics and why (any fandom)

3. Top three of your go-to writing songs, if you have any

4. Top three fics (that you didn’t write) you’d recommend (any fandom)

5. And lastly, top five treats you give yourself when you’re feeling down (e.g. cup of tea, a bar of chocolate, fuzzy socks …)

Oh lady you spoil me, thank you SO MUCH! I love this so much.

1. So I don't really don't do drabbles in the traditional "100 word" sense, but here's three of my favorite short fics:

Green (Doctor Blake)

Go to Sleep (The West Wing)

Nice Dress (City Homicide)

2. I listed my top 5 favorite fics of mine the other day, so now I'll narrow it down to three:

The Proper Way of Things (Downton Abbey)

Metamorphosis (MI-5/Spooks)

Glances (City Homicide)

3. During work from home times, I wasn't driving so not listening to music, so I made playlists for each of the fics I was working on. I've gotten away from that. And usually the songs themselves have a specific moment they've inspired that I cling to, and I have a TON of music that has inspired whole stories or parts of stories. The ones that have strong connections in my head, I'll list here (and I'm happy to explain any of them if you're interested):

Daylight (Taylor Swift)

Sky Full of Song (Florence + the Machine)

Help Me Make It Through The Night (Michael Bublé and Loren Allred)

4. Okay so I uhhhh cannot pick three. So here's 10 oops. Because I have had the pleasure and honor of reading some incredible stories written by magnificent writers:

Heartlines by ladycobert (Downton Abbey) -- I read this during work from home and I wasted a full workday just reading it and I immediately went and started from the beginning and read it again.

Come Away with Me by ladycobert (Downton Abbey) -- I've read this two or three times and it just delights me every time, I love it so much.

One Fine Day by @rahleeyah (MI-5/Spooks) -- Leah wrote this for me can you believe??? She took an idea and perfected it and it makes me SO HAPPY.

The Broken Road by @rahleeyah (Doctor Blake) -- This story compelled me second only to...

A Messy Kind of Love by @rahleeyah (Doctor Blake) -- This is the reason Leah and I are friends and nothing I've ever read before or since has affected me like this.

Galway Girl by @rahleeyah (MI-5/Spooks) -- I think about this story about once a week. I've read it twice at least and I may reread it again soon.

A Will and a Way by @rahleeyah (MI-5/Spooks) -- Sorry not sorry my best friend is like half of this list, she's brilliant and this story is PERFECT. Definitely time for a reread.

Lessons of Love by warmwoollenmittens (The Sound of Music) -- This concept inspired a story of my own for a different fandom but god the way this is executed is just everything.

The Frog and Nightgown Inn by @whatsabriard (Downton Abbey) -- Kris is a genius and does angst better than anyone I've ever encountered. This story I read early in my Downton journey and it's stuck with me. It's brilliant and deep and intense and perfect.

Resolving a Misunderstanding by MMADfan (Harry Potter) -- This literally changed my life. This was one of the first chapter fics I ever read. It lives in my soul like nothing I can explain. It is everything to me.

5. I am great at rewarding myself with:

macaroni and cheese

cocktails and/or wine

bath bomb

early night lying in bed reading fic

candy

[mingishoe]

Park Enterprise

Summary: You finally get hired at a really good company, who pays well, everyone is nice, and oh shit… is that the guy you just slept with? And he’s your boss?!

Alternatively: oops I accidentally banged my new boss

I think it might’ve ended a little bit too early but I’m happy with how it came out 

Genre: Fluff, Smut, hits of crack

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Seonghwa 

Word count: 12.3k

Smut warning: Sub!Reader Dom!Seonghwa Seonghwa being extremely soft, Grinding, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, hints of Exhibitionism, dirty talk, multiple orgasimns, teasing, pretty vanilla tbh but it’s still cute

“San, I can’t go out. I already told you, I’m getting ready for my first day at Park Enterprise. Mingi told me I had to go prepared or else the boss was gonna get on my ass.” San rolled his eyes at you for probably the 10th time that minute.

He wasn’t taking no for an answer, “okay, which is in two days. You need to let off some steam before your life gets filled with stress.” You groaned before standing up and going to your closet, “San, I don’t even drink so I’m just going to sit at the bar and watch you make out with girls, like every other time.”

San moved you out of the way and dug in your closet to find the shortest dress you owned, “No, because this time, you’re getting yourself laid.” San finally found the dress he was looking for and shoved it in your direction, “San, there’s no way in hell im wearing this! Look how short it is, one wrong move and my ass is out for display.” San groaned loudly, “Fuck Y/N, just go put it on please.” 

You gave in and went to put it on, you were right, if you moved too suddenly your ass was going to pop out. Other than that it was okay, it was tight but not too tight, it showed all your curves and even made your boobs look bigger. “Okay San, happy?” San nodded at you and sat on your bed so you can finish getting ready.

You started doing your makeup while mumbling under your breath, “can’t believe I always let San drag me into this shit. Just because he has access to these fancy ass clubs doesn’t mean I have the money to even get a coke.” 

There’s always nothing but rich business owners sitting in the VIP area drinking whiskey while the rest of us common folk are on the dance floor getting sticky from all the sweat. A party scene has never been your favourite, not even in high school. San had always been the one dragging you out and half of the time you’re bored out of your mind. 

“Okay San, I’m ready. Let’s go.” San gave you a once over and whistled, “Y/N you look hot. If I was a rich CEO I’d totally fuck you.” That made you laugh really hard, “I’m not fucking any Rich CEO or any guy for that matter.” San raised an eyebrow at you, “okay, whatever you say. But I’d bet you 20 dollars you’re leaving with someone tonight.” You rolled your eyes leaving San in your room as you walked out to sans car. 

Once you got to the club you immediately regretted it. The bouncers let the two of you in almost immediately and you got the smell of sweat and liquor so strong it felt like it punched your nose. “I’m going to dance okay? If you leave, tell me! If you don’t tell me if you leave I’m gonna murder you, okay?” You smiled at San and nodded, “I'll be at the bar if you need me,” you walked over to the bar and sat down at one of the empty seats. 

“Would you like anything?” You looked up at the bartender and realized it was Hongjoong you immediately perked up. “Hey Joong!” His face lightened with recognition “Y/N! Did San drag you again?” You looked up at him with a ‘seriously’ look, “yep.” Hongjoong laughed, “I’m almost off so if you’d like I can keep you company for a while?” You nodded while smiling, “If it doesn’t bother you, then sure.” Hongjoong nodded and told you he’d be back in a second. 

You turned around trying to find San in the crowd of people. Your eyes were scanning the crowd in search of your friend but instead you find the eyes of a man sitting in the VIP area. You stare for a bit longer then turn away with a flushed face. 

“Joong?” He turns around from giving a customer their drink, “who’s that?” You tilt your head back to the VIP area. “Don’t make it obvious you’re looking but, the guy sitting there with the black hair and like… expensive looking suit?” Hongjoong looks up subtly and scans the VIP area, “first of all, all the suits are “expensive looking” and I’m assuming you’re asking about the one that’s staring at you right?” 

Your heart was beating harder in your chest, “Uhh, yeah…” Hongjoong looks at you with a smirk, “That’s Seonghwa… he's one of our regulars. He usually sits there and drinks whiskey the whole time with what I’m assuming are his business partners.” You nod in understanding, “So… rich CEO right?” Hongjoong laughs loudly, “yeah, basically.” Hongjoong walks back to other customers who are trying to get shitfaced as you pull out your phone.  

You turn your chair towards the dance floor and you immediately find San. He has like 3 girls on him, two grinding on his crotch and another kissing his neck. You grimince as he turns to wink at you. 

You go back to looking at your phone and opt to scroll through Instagram. You can still feel a pair of eyes on you. The second you look up you’re making eye contact with the same man as before. This time you don’t look away, you take a minute to look at his features the best you can, since you are on opposite sides of the room. You can tell, even from this far away, he isn’t hard on the eyes. 

You can tell he’s doing the same, his eyes are scanning down your figure and you feel yourself getting red as you assume his eyes are stuck on what you think are your boobs. You finally look away when he bites his lip and winks at you. 

Your heart feels like it’s about to burst, “Are you just gonna let him eye fuck you or are you going to go actually fuck him?” You turn toward Hongjoong who is looking at you with a smirk, “Umm… I’m doing neither, I don’t know what you’re talking about” Hongjoong raised his eyebrows at you, “please, if you want, I'll let you in the VIP area,” you shop your head frantically, “Hongjoong no! I’m not going over just to embarrass myself in front of a hot CEO,” Hongjoong looks up and chuckles, “Well it’s your lucky day because he’s coming over here.” Your eyes widen but you don’t dare to look behind you, “Hongjoong, no, wait, please don’t leave!” Hongjoong gives you a wink as he walks away. 

You turn your attention back to your phone but you can’t focus on anything. You’re hoping Hongjoong is joking, or he’s just going to the restroom or something. 

Your heart practically stops when you feel someone’s presence beside you, you continue to look down at your phone, hoping it’s just san. You look up slightly to Hongjoong and he’s laughing at you on the other side of the bar. 

You turn to the man next to you and you can feel your face getting redder by the second. He looks at you for a second, then deems you worthy enough to sit next to you. “What’s your name?” You look around a little, hoping San will see and rescue you, “Umm… Y/N…” he looks at you and can obviously tell you’re a nervous wreck, “Y/N… Cute,” He smiles at your flushed cheeks, “Seonghwa,” he says and you nod softly. “So, did you come here alone?” He asks you. You shake your head, “N-No, my friend is over there somewhere, dancing with girls.” You gesture to the area San is in. 

He hums softly, “Not much of a party person?” You shake your head again, “No, he drags me here every weekend so I can watch him dance with girls,” He chuckles, “not a drinker either then, huh?” You’re starting to think you’re sounding a bit boring now, “Umm… no, I’ve never really drank.” He smiles at you and you swear you’ve never seen a prettier smile, “You’re really cute,” your heart stops, “uhh, t-thank you.” You make Seonghwa wanna boop your nose and never let you go. “Wanna dance?” He can see the panic that flashes through your eye, “it’s okay, I can teach you how,” he watches you hesitate for a second before you stand up in agreement. 

Seonghwa takes your hand and walks you over to the dance floor. He turns you around so your back is facing him. Your face is bright red at this point, knowing your about to grind on this man you’ve never met before. 

He pulls you so your flush against him, and slowly starts to move your hips in sync with his, “See, it’s not hard… just gotta move… good girl… like that,” He moves his hands as he feels you moving along with him. Your heart was beating so hard it felt like it was louder than the music. 

You pressed back against him harder as his hands slid up from your hips to your chest. You could feel him starting to get hard against you and you could feel yourself starting to get wet. 

You heard him growl against your neck and you whimpered as he squeezed your chest in his hands. 

“Fuck, let’s go back to my place baby.” You nodded as you started to follow him. You stopped in your tracks, “w-wait, I gotta tell my friend. Hold on,” you turned around and walked to where San was, “S-San… San… San!” He finally turned to look at you the third time you called him, “I’m leaving… I’ll be okay, I’ll text you in the morning,” you yelled over the music and the girls surrounding him, “Are you leaving by yourself? Or with a rich CEO?” You looked around and San laughed, “Fuck off, I’m leaving.” You heard San yell bye and you walked back to find Seonghwa. 

He was standing against the wall where you left him originally. He looked up from his phone and saw you walking towards him, “ready?” You nodded and followed him to his car. 

You were so nervous, you weren’t a virgin, but this is the first time you’ve ever left the club with someone who wasn’t San. 

You followed him to his matte black Ferrari and he opened the passenger door for you as you stood there looking at him like he was an alien. You finally got in with a thank you and he jogged to the other side and got in the car. 

You immediately put your hands in your lap not wanting to mess anything up because you obviously can’t pay for it. Seonghwa looked towards you and noticed how rigid you were, “I’ve never had anyone this anxious about being in my car,” he said laughing. You laughed slightly still scared you were going to mess something up, “Yeah, sorry, I’m just so scared I’m gonna fuck your car up…” 

He giggles, honest to god giggles, and you feel your heart melt right then and there, “It’s okay, it’ll be fine. You won’t mess anything up.” He rests his hand on your thigh in hopes you’ll relax a little.

After driving for a few minutes you finally relax and look out the window, you’ve never been on this side of town, it’s full of expensive apartment buildings and condos that cost like 100 thousand a month, and you obviously don’t have that kind of money.

After a few more minutes of driving he parks in front of his building, and surprise surprise, there were other cars just as expensive parked around. He grabs your hand and leads you into his building. “Good night sir.” You hear this lady tell Seonghwa and he walks past the desk. You turn to look as she gives you the side eye. 

You’re not sure how awkward this is going to be, neither of you are drunk and you’ve never done this before so you’re really nervous. 

You both walk into the elevator and Seonghwa presses the button on the top floor, the biggest condo. You're starting to question what company this man owns to get him all this stuff. 

After a few moments of silence, the elevator opens and reveals this huge living room area and you’re staring with wide eyes. Seonghwa has his hand on your lower back and leads you into his place. You look around and can see the kitchen is adjacent to the living room. 

Seonghwa interrupts your staring when he says, “If you don’t want to do this it’s okay, we can like… watch a movie or something instead,” a wide smile appeared on your face, “I’m sure… I want to do this,” Seonghwa nods as he leads you to this corridor with a bunch of doors. He leads you to the last door and opens it to reveal his room. 

Your eyes practically bulge out of your head, his room was probably the same size as your whole apartment. 

He pulls you against him as he presses his lips against yours. You immediately kiss back and he lifts you up. 

He walks towards his bed and gently places you down. Seonghwa gets on top of you, his hands running against the bottom of your dress. He pulls your dress up to reveal your lace underwear. He traces the patterns with his fingertips, the streetlight glow is doing nothing but make you look more appealing and Seonghwa is becoming impatient. 

He rips the lace right off of you as you gasp, he’s making his way to your clit, his thumb presses against your clip making your back arch against him. 

“So pretty…” you grip the bed sheets beside you and whimper against your hand. You feel like you’re going to explode once his tongue makes contact with your bud. 

Seonghwa obviously is talented with his mouth and he knows it. You’re practically gushing with arousal. You can hear him start to suck at your clit and at the juices that are gushing out. His tongue is sliding in your cunt sloppily. Loud slurping noises filled the room along with your soft whimpers and whines.

“Such a pretty cunt, nice and wet for me. Fuck,” he stuck one of his long fingers into you and you almost came right there. 

“So pretty, as soon as I saw you walk in the club I wanted to fuck you right there. Wanted to bend you over and fuck you right over the bar so everyone could see.” He added another finger and curled his fingers to press against your sweet spot. 

Your moans were in sync with the thrusts of his fingers, the loud lewd noises coming from your bottom half would’ve made you embarrassed in any other situation but your mind is too clouded with lust to care. 

“I need you to cum around my fingers or I’m not gonna fuck you, okay?” He didn’t have to tell you twice. You were throbbing around his fingers, wanting something bigger inside of you. He attaches his mouth back to your clit and you cum right then. His tongue is licking you through your orgasm until you push him off from overstimulation.

Seonghwa reaches behind you to unzip your dress and bring it down your body. “S-Seonghwa, fuck, please fuck me.” He groans as he sees you bare in front of him. You reach forward and pull at his belt while he’s taking his shirt off. He’s looking down at you with dark eyes, “Need some help princess?” You whine loudly, “Please, I need you to fuck me,” you say as you finally pull his belt through the loops. “Patience princess…” Seonghwa takes his pants and boxers off in one swift movement, leaving the both of you completely bare. 

Your eyes go down to look at his length. The head of his cock is leaking with precum. He placed himself against your slit, you were so wet, one small thrust brought him halfway in. 

You clench around him as you moan loudly, your hands going up to his back. “You’re so tight… fuck fuck fuck…” his hands resting on your waist as he pushes himself all the way in. Your legs are wrapped around his waist making him go deeper than you’ve ever felt anyone. 

You whine as he pulls out and slams back into you, forcing you to feel the stretch in your core. Your nails rake down his back leaving angry red marks in its place. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room along with your loud moans and his grunts. 

“Fuck, such a good girl, so good for me. So wet and desperate for my cock.” His cock is pounding inside of you and you can already feel yourself becoming sore but it’s the last thing on your mind. 

“Gonna make you cum around my cock. Want you to cum on my cock. You gonna cum for me princess?” You nod and let out pornographic moans that have Seonghwa’s thrusts become sloppy and uneven. His hand reaches down to rub your clit, a layer of sweat drips on both of your body’s as Seonghwa fucks you deeper into the mattress. 

You look up at Seonghwa’s face and that’s the breaking point for you. His head thrown back displaying his long neck, sweat dripping down his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed, and his mouth slightly open as grunts and moans flow from his lips. 

Seonghwa thrusts once more and you cum around him. You clenched around his cock causing a choked moan to come from Seonghwa, a second later you felt hot spurts of cum paint your walls and you whined loudly as Seonghwa’s head fell in your neck. 

The only thing that could be heard was the loud breaths of the two of you. Seonghwa pulls out of you and you whine from overstimulation. He gets up and goes into what you assume is his bathroom and comes back with a wet towel. “Open your legs princess,” you compiled and Seonghwa brought the towel over your thighs and your core to try and get the cum off of you. 

“You okay?” Seonghwa asked while brushing the hair out of your face. You nodded and closed your eyes, you could honestly fall asleep right now. You heard your phone buzzing from somewhere on the floor, “can you answer it please?” Seonghwa grabs your phone from the floor and answers it, “Hello?” Seonghwa looks towards you laying in his bed, “Yeah, she’s okay… I’ll make sure she gets home safe tomorrow… yeah… okay bye…” you look at him confused, “It was your friend San, he wanted to make sure you were okay.” You nodded softly and closed your eyes again. 

You heard drawers open and close, “Here princess, sit up so I can dress you.” You sat up and let Seonghwa put a shirt on you then he handed you a clean pair of his boxers for you to put on. 

When you stood up, you honestly almost fell. Your legs are wobbly and you tried your best to put the boxers on without falling, while Seonghwa took the dirty sheet off of the bed. 

Seonghwa fixed the bed and signaled for you to get back on. You got back on the bed and Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you. You laughed softly, “Are this nice to all the girls you sleep with?” He snorts above you, “I actually haven’t done this in a really long time, plus you’re cute, so I don’t mind.” You hummed and relaxed against Seonghwa.

Seonghwa ran his fingers through your hair and soon enough you fell asleep. 

•

You woke up to an annoying buzzing noise. You grabbed your phone on the nightstand next to you and answered it without ever opening your eyes, “Hello?” You heard someone scream in your ear, “Where the fuck are you?” Your eyes flung open and you panicked for a minute before you remembered what happened. You looked beside you on the bed only to find it was empty. “Uhhh, not home…” you got up and looked in the mirror near the bed, “well duh, I’m outside your door!” 

You opened the door to the room and looked around, “Umm… why? Call San, you can hang out with him.” You we’re trying to be as quiet as you walk through the hall to where you hear noise. “No, I’m here to make sure you’re prepared for tomorrow,” you totally forgot your first day was tomorrow… “Umm… it’ll be okay Mingi. I’m 100% sure I have everything I need. If you want, tell the neighbour to let you in. She has a spare key,” Mingi groaned loudly on the other end, “okay fine I believe you, but if you’re missing something tomorrow I’m not saving your ass, I’ll let him fire your ass.” You found the noise was coming from the kitchen. Seonghwa was at the stove making breakfast, “Morning Y/N” you could hear Mingi on the other side asking who that was, “Morning, look, it’ll be fine. I’m not gonna get fired on the first day. Bye, see you later” and you hung up. 

You walked into the kitchen to see what Seonghwa was doing, he was making pancakes. “You’re starting a new job tomorrow?” You nod, “Yeah, I was just talking to my friend about it. He was making sure I had everything ready because supposedly the boss is really strict and “heartless” so everyone is making me really nervous… but I’m sure it’ll be fine…” Seonghwa nods in understanding “I’m sure whoever the boss is, it’s probably not as bad as everyone is making it.” You nod as Seonghwa makes two plates of pancakes and bacon. 

He brings the food to the table in the dining room and places the two plates down in front of each other. He goes back into the kitchen and gets two bottles of orange juice for the two of y'all to drink.

“We can eat, then I’ll let you shower and get freshened up, then I can take you home okay?” You nod while shoving pancakes in your mouth. You moaned and did a little shuffle, “Mhmmm! You can cook so well!” Seonghwa looked at you with an amused smile.

He thought you were really cute. He’s had a few one night stands in the past but he’s always made them leave right after. He’s never given them his clothes, he’s never made them breakfast, he’s never let them shower in his shower, and he’s never taken them home after. He doesn’t know why he’s so attracted to you but Seonghwa knows damn well he’s not letting you go. 

Seonghwa has his head rested on his hand watching you eat with a smile. You stop mid-bite and look at Seonghwa with flushed cheeks, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Seonghwa reaches over and ruffled your hair with a laugh, “You’re just really cute… I like you” you looked away from him with red cheeks and took a drink of your orange juice. 

“You done?” You nod as Seonghwa leads you back to his room to show you how the shower works. You look around the bathroom and noticed that the wall of the shower is clear and you can totally see outside, “Seonghwa… no one is gonna be able to see my ass right?” He laughs loudly at you, “No, the window is tinted so you can see out but not in.” You nod suspiciously and Seonghwa shows you how to change the temperature of the water. 

He leaves you to shower and goes back to sit on his bed. “Fuck, this girl is gonna kill me,” Seonghwa had known you for less than 24 hours and you already had him wrapped around your finger.

He looked around and saw your phone lying on the bed. You didn’t have a password so he added his number into your phone and sent himself a text before putting it back where you left it. 

Seonghwa forgot to take you a towel and an extra pair of his clothes, he knocked on the door and walked in and places the things on the toilet. His heart started beating faster as he turned to see the water running down your long hair. Your back was facing him so he could see the curves of your waist and your ass. He quickly turned around and walked out of the restroom, closing the door behind him. 

After about an hour you walk out of the restroom in the clothes Seonghwa left and the towel around your hair. Seonghwa is laying on his bed scrolling through his phone. 

“Are you ready to go?” You heard Seonghwa ask you. You nod and pick up your dress from the floor. You reach to grab your panties but Seonghwa beats you to it and places them in a pocket to one of his suits. 

You stare at your heels for a second before deciding to put them on. You look kinda funny with a white t-shirt, grey sweats, and sparkly stilettos. 

The two of you walked out of his room to the elevator and the sound of your heels filled the whole apartment. Once you got into the elevator you shuffled uncomfortably since you were wearing these heels with your already sore feet and legs. “Do you need me to carry you?” Seonghwa asked you laughing. Your head snapped towards him, “what? No, I’m a big girl I can walk in heels by myself.” You said that right as your ankle gave out and you grabbed onto Seonghwa’s arm. 

The elevator opens and Seonghwa grabs you and flings you on his shoulder. “Wait! Oh my fucking god! Don’t drop me, Don’t drop me, Don't drop me!” You were basically upside down and you were clinging to Seonghwa for dear life. There were other professional looking people giving the two of you a side glance, “G-Good morning Sir…” the same girl from last night said with wide eyes. 

The front doors slide open and there’s a group of older men standing there smoking, “Can’t believe he owns a multi-million dollar company and he acts like that… I get he’s still young but there’s no need for those actions.” You have no idea who they are, or what companies they own but you totally just flipped them off and stick your tongue out at them. 

He places you down in front of his car, “Who were those guys?” Seonghwa looked back to the guys who you were looking at, “oh, one of them is the CEO of Samsung and the others are co-owners.” Your heart stopped in your chest, “W-What?” He looked at you suspiciously, “Why? What did you do?” You avoided eye contact, “Uhhh… nothing… I just might’ve maybe… sorta flipped them off… and stuck my tongue out at them…” Seonghwa’s eyes widened, “B-But, it was for a good reason… they were talking shit about you…” Seonghwa looked like he thought about it hard. You were about to apologize but he started laughing, “It’s okay, they’ve never really liked me… it’s hard being young and successful,” Seonghwa put his head in his hands in mock sadness. 

You roll your eyes and open the door to the car and get in a lot more comfortably than you did last night. Seonghwa gets into the drivers side laughing, “Here, put your address in the GPS so I won’t be driving around town all day.” You grab his phone and enter in your address. 

The two of you drive in silence until Seonghwa breaks the ice, “So… how about tomorrow, after your first day of work… I pick you up and we can go get some food?” You bit your lip to hide the huge smile that was threatening to take over your face. “Depends what kind of food…” you wink to Seonghwa, “Well, I know this good taco place downtown…” you pulled up to your apartment building, “That sounds good to me,” Seonghwa reaches over and kisses you gently. You smile and take off your shoes before getting out of the car. 

You waved to Seonghwa before you walked into your building. You saw him drive off and you let out a squeal that attracts attention to you. The desk receptionist looked at you with a smirk, “And who was that?” 

The receptionist is one of your closer friends, Jongho. “Just the guy I have the biggest crush on and I haven’t even known for 24 hours…” Jongho looks at you with raised eyebrows, “Is he like… rich rich?” You roll your eyes at Jongho but nod. Jongho gasps loudly, “Did you get that Sugar Daddy dick?” You flip him off and walk to the elevators. 

You get to your floor and go to your apartment. You have to double and triple check you have everything you need for tomorrow. You tried to unlock the door to your apartment but it was already unlocked. You walked in and saw Mingi sitting on your floor with your laptop and papers all around him. 

“Uhh… Mingi… what’re you doing?” He looked up at you and he had fire in his eyes, “well, y/n, what I am doing is making sure you won’t get fired on your first day of work just because you don’t have the one paper Mr. Park will need.” You sigh loudly and sit on the floor next to Mingi. “Mingi… I really don’t think it’s as serious as y'all are making it… I don’t think a boss will fire someone on the first day…” Mingi looks at you like you’re crazy. “Y/n, you don’t know him… you’re so funny. I bet if I don’t save your ass in the first day of you working there you’ll be fired.” You look up at Mingi, “Mingi, I’m his secretary. I’m going to be sitting right outside of his office, I’m sure he has no choice but to at least put up with me.” Mingi looked at you and sighed. “I sure hope you’re right y/n. Now, I’m spending the night so I can make sure you’re up on time…” you agreed and told him he was sleeping on the couch for stressing you out. 

Mingi looks at you property for the first time he’s been talking to you, “What are you wearing? Whose clothes is that?” You look down and play with the strings on the sweats, “Umm… a boys… who I spent the night with…” Mingi looks at you shocked, “No! The sweet and innocent y/n? Having a one night stand?” You shake your head, “Nope, how do you think I got home? Plus… he’s taking me out tomorrow…” Mingi’s mouth drops, “You got laid and got a date?” You laugh and nod your head. 

The rest of the day you’re texting Seonghwa and watching movies with Mingi. It’s about 11 at night when you and Mingi decide to go to sleep. Mingi sets a timer for 6:00 am which would give both of you time to take showers and get ready in time to be at work by 8:30. 

•

Mingi wakes you up after he takes a shower. You’re so nervous you’re close to throwing up. You quickly take a shower and put on enough makeup to be professional. You look through your closet to find something to wear. 

First impressions are important and you were determined to make your boss like you. You finally decided on a pastel pink pencil skirt with a black shirt. You let your hair fall down your back and you looked at yourself in the mirror.

“Mingi, is this okay?” You’ve never worked in an office setting before and you didn’t really know what was considered acceptable. “Umm, yeah that’s really cute, here, eat this granola bar and let’s go.” 

You and Mingi got into his car and started driving to Park Enterprises. “Mingi… I’m scared… what if Mr. Park actually fires me like you said…” Mingi turns to you with a sympathetic expression, “Look, everything is going to be okay. I promise.” You take a deep breath in as you reach the parking lot. 

You felt like you were going to cry… Mingi held the door open for you as you walked in. The receptionist welcomed the both of you as you scanned your card at the front desk. Mingi guided you to the 16th floor, which was the office you were both working on.

It was 8:15 and everyone was standing around a conference table talking. Mingi introduced you to everyone and you could see the concern on everyone’s faces when you said you were Mr. park’s secretary. 

The clock struck 8:30 and everyone stood in a line in front of the table. You looked around awkwardly not really knowing what to do. 

As soon as ‘Mr. Park’ walks out of the office your heart stops. You’re absolutely terrified but you felt a huge relief come over you. Your eyes are wide staring at Seonghwa, I mean Mr. Park. 

His eyes never look up from his phone, “Which one of you is new?” You suck in a breath before Mingi elbows you in the side, “u-uhh… I am Sir…” His eyes immediately snap up to look at you. He takes a minute to stare at you with eyes just as wide as yours. 

He runs his hands through his hair as he forces himself to look away from you. He scans the rest of the people standing in front of him, “Um. Okay so today, pretty much everyone’s schedule is filled with meetings so-” your eyes scan him over and you see white lace coming out from his front picket and you panic. They were your panties from the night before, “Seong- Uhh, Mr. park, sir.” As soon as you interrupted him you heard several people take in a sharp inhale of breath, including Mingi who was beside you. 

His eyes went to you with a raised eyebrow. You motioned to his pocket and when he looked confused you mouthed, ‘your pocket… the panties’ his eyes widened immediately and he shoved his hand into the pocket to make sure they weren’t showing anymore. 

“Uh. Okay. Everyone go do what they’re supposed to do… Y/N, my office. Now.” He stood still, waiting for you to follow him. You turned to Mingi and he was looking at you with a confused expression. You turned and followed Seonghwa to his office. 

As soon as he closed the door to his office you finally let out a breath. He turned and looked you up and down, “What the fuck?” You shake your head just as confused, “Seong- Mr. Park. Did you not know I was your new secretary? I know you didn’t interview me but didn’t you have a picture of me?” Seonghwa nodded and paced around in front of you. “I knew you looked familiar, fucking hell.” You felt like you were going crazy. “Oh my god… holy shit… I slept with my boss. And I had breakfast with him… and he took me home and kissed me… and then asked me on a date… Seonghwa what the fuck?!” 

Seonghwa looked just as stressed as you, “look, Seonghwa, what we're going to do… is pretend that didn’t happen okay? And that date you asked me on tonight, it can’t happen anymore right?” Seonghwa stopped pacing and stood in front of you. “Okay umm… I really don’t want to pretend that didn’t happen… I really like you but fuck, you’re my secretary now…” 

You looked at him and you looked like you were about to cry. You were tearing up and Seonghwa stood in front of you not knowing what to do. A tear fell from your eye and Seonghwa pulled you into a hug. 

You were crying quietly in his chest, “Shhh… princess, it’s okay. You’ll be okay. We’ll work it out, I promise.” He pulled back to see your face. Your eyes were still watery and your eyelashes were wet with tears. Your nose was turning a pink colour from your crying. 

He held your head in his hands and made you look up at him. “Look, y/n, I promise you it’ll be okay. I’ll take care of you, we’re going to be okay.” You nodded softly and Seonghwa wiped the tears from your face. “And I promise I’m not going to fire you,” you laughed loudly as he pulled you into another hug. 

“Are you really that mean around here?” You asked wiping your tears. “You know… I didn’t think so… but I guess I am…” you pushed him slightly, “Seonghwa everyone is terrified of you,” you told him laughing even harder. “You’re not though. You had the nerve to interrupt me in the middle of my sentence,” he said while winking at you. “Yeah, for good reason…” you said while shaking your head.

“Okay, Seonghwa? Does it look like I just cried now?” Seonghwa took a good look at your face, “Hmm… not really, your eyes are a little bit puffy though…” he leans down and kisses each of your eyelids then down to your nose and he finally kisses your lips. You kiss him back gently and when someone knocks on the door you pull away, “What is it?” 

You bit your lip to hold back a laugh, “Umm… are you two okay in there?” You snorted when you heard who it was, “We’re good Mingi… I’m not fired yet!” You yelled back at him. You laughed loudly, “See Seonghwa, this is why everyone’s scared of you. If you need anything, I’ve already been trained so just let me know.” You told him while walking away, “Wait… so are we still getting tacos after work?” You nodded before walking out of his office.When you walked 

When you closed the door to Seonghwa’s office he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. You both just got yourselves into something so deep and you were both ready for the ride. 

When you walked out of the room Mingi looked at you like you were insane, “What is wrong with you? What were you doing in there? Was Mr. Park yelling at you?” You looked up at him with mock sadness, “Y-Yeah… I don’t know what I did wrong… He said next time he wasn’t going to be as nice about it, just because I’m new.” Mingi pulled you into a hug, “it’s okay, just be careful now,” you nodded against his chest trying to hide your amused expression.

“Mingi, can I tell you something?” He hummed as he was still holding you in his arms, “Remember that rich CEO I got with and then I got asked on a date?” Mingi pushed you off of him, “No way, y/n you’re lying!” You started laughing at his exasperated expression, “I’m dead serious, I cried in there because I thought I was going to get in trouble because of that… but he said it was okay and guess who’s still getting tacos after work?” Mingi looked at you in bewilderment and shook his head, “I can’t believe you… oh my god y/n”  

“Mingi you better go, I know you have a meeting in 5 minutes and I’m sure Mr. Park won’t appreciate if you’re late to it.” Mingi rolled his eyes at you and walked away to where you assume the meeting is being held.

You finally sat down for the first time that morning, trying to wrap your head around what happened.You hear a door open from behind you and you see Seonghwa walk out, “I’m going to a meeting, if anyone calls take a message okay?” You nod and follow his movements with your eyes, Seonghwa was really good looking. 

You knew this wasn’t the best thing to do. It wasn’t the best idea to have sex with your boss then continue to go on a date with him after your first day of work. Sure you couldn’t really change the first of the two things, but you could not go on the date with Seonghwa. You do think he’s really nice and sweet and hot… but dating people you work with, especially your boss, might not be the best idea. 

Were you willing to risk it all and go all in on your possible relationship with your boss? Yes, and you were willing to take the consequences of it happening.

The thing you didn’t want was the other workers thinking you thought you were better than them because you were involved with the boss, or he favoured you rather than them

Your thoughts got interrupted by the phone ringing. You answered the call and stated the response you were supposed to give when answering the phone, “Park Enterprise, this is Mr. Parks secretary. How may I help you?”

You listened to someone complaining on the other end of the line for 25 minutes on how her standards weren’t met. You saw Seonghwa stand in front of your desk as you repeatedly said “Yes ma’am” “I’m sorry about that ma’am” and “I’ll bring it up to Mr. Park” 

He was looking at you with amusement and you rolled your eyes for probably the 10th time since he started standing there, “Ma’am I’m going to have to put you on hold to assist Mr. Park.” “You know what? I’ll call again another time, thank you ma’am” and finally hung up

You sighed as you put the phone back where it belongs and look up at Seonghwa, “Are you surviving?” You rolled your eyes at his comment, “yeah, but this lady just called and complained about the company sending her the wrong shade of black for the past 30 minutes so…” he laughed at you and nodded, “If you need anything just let me know and I’ll help you okay?” You smiled at him and he walked away to go to his office. 

“Umm… M-Mr. Park” you heard someone practically whisper to get his attention.  You look towards the girls voice and Seonghwa stops in his tracks and turns to her. 

“M-Mr.K-Kim cancelled the m-meeting he had with you l-later today…” you can see Seonghwa’s jaw clench as he stares at the girl in silence. You look between them awkwardly and the girl is looking down at her shoes. You see her glance at you and you look to Seonghwa awkwardly, “Umm, you can go back to your office Mr. Park, I’ll deal with it.” He nods and turns to walk back to his office.

The girl sits in one of the chairs in front of your desk and hands you papers. You take them not really knowing what to do with them, “Thank you for interrupting… I’m sure he would’ve yelled at me if you didn’t say anything.” You nodded and looked at her curiously, “Umm, I know I’m new but I’m not really understanding why everyone is so scared of Seo- Mr. Park.” You scan the documents she handed you and it’s a letter sent by Mr. Kim stating why he cancelled the meeting. 

“Have you not gotten yelled at yet?” You looked at the girl and contemplated if you should lie and say yes, “No, Mr. Park has been nice to me… he’s even offered me help.” The girl looked at you like she didn’t believe you, “You’re lucky… I don’t want to scare you but it’s bound to happen at some point. I bet you $20 you’re going to get yelled at by the end of the day.” You looked at her with a smirk, “Do you have no faith in Mr. Park? Or me?” She shook her head and laughed at you, “Especially you sweetheart, I give you a week… then you’re gone.” You gave her the sweetest smile you could muster, “As you were the one about to get yelled at by Mr. Park. And who stopped him? Oh wait, it was me, so please excuse me and I’ll take this to him right now.”

She watched as you stood up and knocked on Mr. Parks door. He gave you an okay to enter and you shut the door behind you. “Here are the papers that girl gave me from Mr. Kim.” You gave the papers to Seonghwa and he looks at you for a minute, “Hey y/n?” You look at him, “Make sure you tell me if Sungwoo messes with you okay? The girl you were just talking to, she’s the “mean” one around the office, always messing with people.” You nod and look towards the closed door, “Besides me of course,” Seonghwa said with a wink. You laughed and nodded, “No but seriously, if she’s being unnecessarily rude to you please tell me, okay?” You nod again, “Yessir You’ll be the first one to know… not even Mingi” he rolled his eyes, “Go back to work you dork,” you laughed loudly as you walked out of Seonghwa’s office. 

The girl was gone but you saw someone else standing at your desk waiting for you. The man saw you approaching and smiled at you, “Hi, I’m Wooyoung… I work in the door to the left over there, I was wondering if you could print out some files for me?” 

You nodded and smiled at him, “Of course, where are they?” He directed you to where the documents where and you sent them out at the printer next to your desk. As the two of you were waiting Wooyoung tried to make small talk, “So… how’s your first day?” You looked towards him and thought for a little bit, “It’s actually been really nice… Mingi was scaring me quite badly about Mr. Park, but I think he’s really nice…” you thought he was going to think you were crazy so when he smiled and nodded you were surprised.

“Yeah, I think so too. I’ve been his friend for a few years and he was the one that got me this job here. Once you get to know him he’s probably one of the sweetest people you’ll meet.” You smile fondly at Wooyoung. You didn’t know him that well but you assumed he was a nice guy. 

“Sorry, I didn’t get your name.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake as you said, “Y/n, my names y/n.” Wooyoung nodded and shook your hand. 

You saw the documents were done printing you tried to pull your hand away but Wooyoung still had it firmly in his grasp. You looked up at him as he looked at you with wide eyes, “What?” He hesitated a little bit before looking at you and saying, “Y/n… like Y/N the girl Seonghwa…” your eyes widened as you shushed him. You quickly pulled your hand away from him and shoved the papers in his arms. 

“Have a good day!” You said and got back on your computer like you were busy. “Wait! You are?! Oh my god! You’re the girl Seonghwa-” you put your hand over his mouth and then almost immediately took it back since you remembered you just met this man, “Yes okay! Now be quiet please before someone hears you! Especially before Seonghwa-”

“Before Seonghwa what?” Your heart stopped and both you and Wooyoung immediately stopped yelling at each other and looked up at Seonghwa. “Umm… nothing…” you said quietly while looking to Wooyoung. Wooyoung nodded, “Yep, just some friendly small talk…” you nodded in response to Wooyoung. 

Seonghwa hummed, “Really? Because it sounded like you two were yelling about me…” the both of you shook your head comically, “Nope… I don’t know what you’re talking about… all I did was print some papers…” Wooyoung nodded again, “Yeah… you’re hearing things…” your head swung to Wooyoung, “The two of you come in my office please.” Seonghwa said with a smile. 

The both of you cursed lightly under your breath as you walked into his office. Seonghwa closed the door behind the two of you, “Y/N… it’s only your first day and you’ve been in my office, what? 3 times and it’s not even lunch yet.” You raise your eyebrows but nod anyway, “Wooyoung, must I scold you too?” Wooyoung shook his head next to you, “No but… isn’t this the same y/n you hooked up with and then asked on a date?” Your mouth dropped as you gasped. 

Seonghwa’s gaze burned into Wooyoung and he turned to look at you with the same look, “What? I didn’t tell him anything! You’re the one that’s his friend!” Seonghwa looked back to Wooyoung, “Yes that’s the same Y/n and no I didn’t know she was my new secretary.” Wooyoung smirked at you and you felt your face heating up. 

You stayed standing there quiet looking at Seonghwa’s shoes, “And let me guess, that’s still not stopping you from going on the date and continuing to go on dates in the future right?” You slowly looked back up to Seonghwa to see his response. Seonghwa was looking at you, “Right…” you smiled softly as Seonghwa spoke up, “But if you say anything about this Wooyoung, to anyone else I’m gonna throw you out this window…” 

Your eyes widened as you panicked a little bit, “Umm… Seonghwa?” Both boys turned to look at you, “I may or may not have told Mingi…” you saw as his jaw clenched as he walked to his desk. He grabbed the phone and called who you assumed was Mingi, “Come to my office immediately,” you looked back down, “I’m sorry… he would’ve figured it out anyway…” Seonghwa shakes his head, “No it’s okay… I just need to make sure he isn’t going to tell anyone else.” 

You hear a quiet knock on the door and you try to hide your smile. “Come in.” You saw the door handle slowly turn as Mingi slowly walked in. He looked up as his eyes met yours and you tried to look as scared as possible. His eyes widened as he looked between you and Seonghwa who’s gaze was still strong. He walked in and stood next to you. 

You looked down and laughed quietly as Seonghwa was staring Mingi down, “Do you know what you're here for?” Mingi shook his head, “No sir…” you tried your best not to laugh but when you looked and saw Wooyoung laughing quietly you snorted. Mingi turned to look at you and Wooyoung as you were both laughing. 

Mingi looked like he understood now, “is it between…” Mingi seemed like he didn’t want to say it exactly so instead he motioned between you and Seonghwa. Seonghwa nodded, “Yes, I just need to make sure you’re not going to tell anyone… it’ll look bad on both of us if this gets out before we get into an actual relationship. You understand right?” 

Mingi nodded, looking a lot more comfortable than when he first came in, “Yes sir. I won’t tell anyone.” Seonghwa nodded, “If you do, you’re getting fired.” You watched as Mingi’s eyes flung open and his jaw dropped. “No, I’m just kidding, but it won’t benefit you if you tell anyone.” Mingi agreed and Seonghwa dismissed the three of you. Mingi wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you were walking out of his office, “you’re such a little shit” he said while laughing

You shooed both Mingi and Wooyoung to go back to doing what they needed to do as you sat down, not knowing what to do next. 

You stayed sitting at your desk quietly with nothing to do until it was your lunch break. Seonghwa called you into his office once again, “Can you go get me a burger from that restaurant down the street? Here’s my card, you can get yourself anything you’d like as well.” You agreed and made your way down to the elevator. 

You saw Mingi and a few other guys standing around the elevator, “Hey y/n! Wanna go get lunch with us?” Mingi asked you and the others just looked at you with smiles. 

“I would but I’m going to get lunch for Mr. Park right now.” You hear someone scoff and you turn to look at said person with a raised eyebrows. Mingi clears his throat as the elevator door opens.

The group of you get into the elevator and Mingi asks you again, “Are you sure? We could wait for you. Where are you getting food from?” You shake your head “No, it’s okay. I’m just going to that burger place a few buildings down.” 

Once again you heard a scoff and you stayed staring at the guy for a moment before looking back to Mingi. He knew what you were asking without saying anything, “Umm… that’s Changbin…” you nodded slowly while looking at him again. 

“Anyway, are you sure?” You nodded again as the elevator doors opened, “yeah it’s okay, I'll just eat at my desk.” Mingi reached into his pocket, “Let me at least pay then.” You stopped him before he got his wallet out, “No it’s okay Se- Mr. Park is paying for me.” You showed Mingi his card, a black card. He raised his eyebrows then winked at you before the two of you went separate ways. 

You had heels on so you were uncomfortable but they definitely weren’t as tall as the previous heels. After you finally got to the restaurant you ordered two burgers, fries, and drinks. You walk back to the office quickly and take the elevator up. 

You knock on Seonghwa’s door before entering, “Here you go. I didn’t know what drink you wanted so I just guessed.” He closes his computer and clears some space on his desk. 

“Eat with me?” You smiled softly and sat down at one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Are you doing okay?” You nod while eating some fries, “Yeah it’s been okay. I think everyone was just overreacting when they said I was getting fired on the first day.” Seonghwa laughs, “Does everyone really think I’m that bad?” You shrug. “I guess? I think… actually maybe… you were giving some people some pretty dirty looks earlier…” Seonghwa looks down and shakes his head. 

“It’s okay… it’s kinda hot.” His eyes snap up to look at you as you’re taking a drink of your sprite with a smirk. 

“Is it now?” You nod as you rest your elbow on his desk. He motions for you to come towards him. When you don’t move he mocks you, “aww, don’t get shy now princess.” You stand up and slowly walk to where Seonghwa is sitting. 

He moves his food out of the way and guides you to sit on his desk. “You’re so pretty princess, how am I supposed to control myself from bending you over and taking you right in the middle of the office?” You close your eyes and take in a breath. This can’t happen here. There’s too many people outside his office. 

Seonghwa lets a hand go and rub through the inside of your skirt and you can feel yourself starting to get wet. His fingers press on your clit through your panties. You bite your lip to keep your moans quiet, “Seonghwa… can’t… too many people…” Seonghwa chuckled mockingly, “Is that what you’re worried about? Almost everyone’s on their lunch break, but I want this as my lunch.” Seonghwa reached to pull your panties from off of you. You moan loudly and grab Seonghwa’s wrist. 

He takes your panties and sticks them in his top drawer. He takes his finger and rubs them up your slit to press on your clit. He brings his hand from out of your skirt and sticks his fingers in his mouth to taste you. You whimper softly as Seonghwa brings you off of his desk to kiss you again, “Finish your food princess” he taps your butt signalling for you to go sit back down. 

You sit back down, worried you might soak through your skirt. You’re sitting with red cheeks as Seonghwa looks at you with a smirk as he continues to eat his burger. 

You continue to eat your food in silence with small talk in between. The both of you learn more about each other in the short lunch break. The two of you keep talking past the set lunch break until you look at the time. It was 2:00 and you were supposed to be back at your desk at 1:30. 

You’re about to go back to your office as you hear a knock on the door. Mr. Park tells them to come in and the girl Sungwoo walks in. She doesn’t even look up when she says “Your secretary is gone. She’s not doing her job.” Seonghwa looks to you and you look back at him with raised eyebrows. 

“Sungwoo look up.” Seonghwa said sternly. You were still eating the last of your fries as you waved at her with a fake smile. Her jaw dropped as she saw you there, eating lunch with Mr. Park. “Maybe you shouldn’t jump to conclusions right away Sungwoo.” Her jaw clenches as she looks at you, “you’re right Mr. Park, I apologize.” 

You stand up and take all of the trash from his desk to throw away and you walk out of his office with the girl following behind you. You turn to the girl with a smirk, “You still think I’m getting fired in the first week?” She scoffs and walks away from you. 

You go back to your desk and still have nothing to do. You’re glad it isn’t as stressful you thought it was going to be on the first day. The only thing that you’ve been doing all day is printing. You’ve printed something for probably everyone in this office at some point today. 

It’s almost 5:30, you can clock out in 15 minutes. You feel your phone buzz and you see a message from Seonghwa.

[Seonghwa] Come to my office when you clock out. 

[Me] yessir 

You sat at your desk on your phone since you literally had nothing to do. Mingi and the same guy from earlier came to your desk, “You’re leaving with me right? Because I’m talking Changbin home too.” You shake your head, “No, didn’t I tell you earlier?” Mingi looks like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about and you groan. You can’t say it here with Changbin here. 

Your phone starts to buzz on the desk and it’s Seonghwa. You and Mingi both panic and the both of you immediately go to cover your phone. You try and grab it without letting Changbin see who it is. You’re 60% sure he saw your phone so you just answer it without any hesitation. It’s quiet so you can hear what he’s saying on the other end. 

Mingi tries his best to cover you up, “So! Changbin! Let’s now now yeah?” Mingi was yelling to try and keep Seonghwa’s voice from being able to be heard. 

“Go ahead and come to my office now princess” your heart stopped as Mingi stopped talking as soon as Seonghwa said “Princess” Mingi coughed loudly as Changbin looked at the both of you suspiciously. 

You shooed them both off and waited until they turned the corner to go into Seonghwa’s office. 

“We’ll leave in a few minutes I just have to finish this paperwork okay?” You nod at sit at his desk. You’re watching Seonghwa type and write some stuff down and you can feel your heart start to beat faster. Seonghwa is really good looking, you’ve never felt this attracted to anyone before. 

You know you’ve gotten yourself into this mess and there’s no way you can get out of it easily. 

“I can feel you staring at me you know…” you look away with red cheeks. “S-Sorry…” he chuckled softly and looked up at you, “You’re so fucking cute.” You bite your lip and put your head in your hands. 

Seonghwa closes his laptop and walks to where you are. He runs his fingers through your hair, “Come on princess,” you stand up and Seonghwa takes your hand in his. He takes a key from his desk and leads you outside his office so he can lock it. 

He takes your hand in his again and you start to feel a little bit scared. There are still people here and they’re going to get the wrong idea. 

“Hwa… aren’t people going to see us? And get the wrong idea…” Seonghwa shrugs, “Probably but I don’t mind.” He pulls you closer to him and you’re on the verge of bursting from excitement. You haven’t been on a date in literally years. 

You can feel the glares of other workers looking at you. You get into the elevator, and with your luck Sungwoo was in the elevator too. 

You immediately try to hide your smile as she looks at the two of you in disbelief. You decide that two can play at this game. 

“Hwa…” Seonghwa hums in acknowledgment. “Did I do a good job today?” Seonghwa pets your head, “Yes princess, you did such a good job.” You smile before looking towards Sungwoo who looks like she’s going to punch you. 

The elevator doors open and she storms out as you snort. “What’s her problem?” You ask Seonghwa. He shakes his head, “I have no idea. She’s always really… what’s the word… rude. I think she has a thing for me? She’s made moves on me before…” you nod your head in understandment, “She’s really pretty.” Seonghwa shrugs, “I guess, but she’s just really not the best person. I’ve never been into her. She causes a lot of problems in the office.” 

The two of you get into Seonghwa’s car and drive to the taco place, “Yeah, she seems a little bit rude but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” Seonghwa nods, “Yeah, sometimes it gets to the point where several people complain about her. I’m going through the process of wondering if I should fire her.” You gasp, “oh, is it really that bad?” Seonghwa laughed, “yeah, she’s deleted someone’s whole project because they were going to get the promotion and not her.” Your jaw dropped, “Are you fucking kidding?” He shook his head and laughed. 

Seonghwa put music on and started singing softly. His hand was resting on your thigh as you were looking at him like he was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. “You’re have a really pretty voice.” Seonghwa smiled and squeezed your leg, “Thanks…” You watched as Seonghwa’s cheeks and ears turned a shade of pink. 

Seonghwa turned into the parking lot and the two of you got off. You felt a little bit awkward because the two of you look way too overdressed to be eating tacos at this restaurant. 

The two of you sit down and look at the menu, “What are you getting?” You ask Seonghwa since you’ve never been here before. “I’m just getting the taco plate.” you nod, “I’ll just get the same.” Seonghwa calls the waiter over so the two of you can order. Seonghwa placed the order for the two of you and you started talking about random things. 

“What do you mean DC is better than Marvel?” Seonghwa laughed as you looked at him in disbelief. “Yep. DC has better superheroes without a doubt!” you shake your head, “Are you kidding me? Captain Boomerang is probably one of the most useless superheroes, all he does is throw boomerangs.” Seonghwa groans, “Okay and? Groot, He’s just a tree that can grow his arms.”  You scratch your head awkwardly, “Um… Okay but… he… Touche.”  

Your food came while you were still talking about how Marvel is better than DC and how DC is better than Marvel. The two of you finally stop after agreeing the two of you would use the weekend as a DC and Marvel movie marathon. 

You ate the food as you continue talking about different things from music to your childhood. You really liked Seonghwa and it was pretty obvious at this point. You thought it was crazy that you were so attracted to him and it’s been 3 days. After a while the two of you were done eating and were just staring at each other. 

Seonghwa’s eyes went down to your lips, “Wanna go?” you nod quickly and stand up. Seonghwa pays and the both of you walk to his car. He still has your address in his GPS so he follows it and you arrive to your apartment after about 5 minutes. 

He parks the car and opens the door for you. You raise your eyebrows at him with a smile, “Just being a gentleman and walking you to your apartment.” you smile as he wraps his arms around your shoulder. You walk into your building and Jongho greets you, “Did you have a good day Y/N?” you nod before moving to take Jongho in a hug. He whispers in your ear, “Is that the rich CEO?” you laugh loudly and punch Jongho in his arm, “I’m gonna beat you up one of these days Jongho.” Jongho pushed you softly as you stuck your tongue out at him. 

You go back to Seonghwa and lead him to the elevator. You press the 6th floor button, “Are the two of you close?” You nod, “yeah, I’ve been his friend ever since he started working here last year. He was alone a lot of the time so I’d come down and keep him company sometimes.” The elevators open and you walk to your apartment. 

“Hey, thanks for today…” Seonghwa nods, “It’s okay… I really enjoyed it. You’re really nice to be around.” You smile as he leans in to kiss you. As soon as his lips make contact with yours, your heart clenches. He pulled away after a few moments and the two of you are looking at each other like either of you could disappear any second.

“D-Do you want to come in?” Seonghwa smirks at you, “sure princess,” you bite your lip as you unlock the door. As the two of you walk in you’re silently thanking yourself for being a clean person and not leaving a mess everywhere. 

“We can go to my room and… watch a movie or something,” you lead Seonghwa to your room and he sits on your bed. You go to your drawer and get the clothes Seonghwa let you wear a few nights before, “Here, you can change into these.” Seonghwa takes the clothes and starts taking off his suit. 

You watch as he takes his tie off and you can feel yourself getting wet. Seonghwa catches your eyes and winks at you before you look away. You quickly grab some clothes and walk into the restroom to change. You forgot Seonghwa had taken your panties and you didn’t take another pair in the restroom with you. You ignore it and put on your shorts either way. 

You go back into the room in time to see Seonghwa take his belt off. You involuntarily whimper as you hear the clattering of the buckle. Seonghwa looks up to you with a smirk. 

Seonghwa stops undressing and sits on the edge of your bed, “Come here princess,” you let yourself go to Seonghwa. He pulls you on top of him to where your straddling him. 

He looks at you for a few seconds to take in the sight of you sitting on his lap. He suddenly kisses you. It’s sloppy and rushed but you could still feel the passion in every movement. He pulls away, “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” Your heart swells from the complement and you take him into another kiss.

Seonghwa flips the two of you over so you’re on top of him. He immediately attaches his mouth to your neck and starts sucking marks onto you. You don’t mind but you’re just too impatient. 

You groan while spreading your legs for Seonghwa to fit. Your fingers rub down the expanse of his back, “Seonghwa…” you moan his name as he bites down softly on your neck. 

He sits up slightly so he can look down at you. You’re lying underneath him with rosy cheeks and your hair laid out prettily around you. His hands go town to the bottom of your shirt and start to lift it up. He looks at you for confirmation and you nod vigorously. 

Seonghwa fully takes off your shirt and his eyes immediately go to your chest. You’re wearing a pretty pink bra that would’ve matched with your underwear if you still had them on. 

Seonghwa lets his hands roam to your boobs, “You’re so pretty… every fucking part of you.” Seonghwa reaches down to unclasp your bra. He takes your bra off and leaves you in only your bottoms. 

You really have no reason to feel Self-conscious since you and Seonghwa have done this before, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to cover yourself. Seonghwa grabs your hands, “Don’t cover yourself princess, you’re so pretty,” your heart swells as Seonghwa is looking at you like your the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

You pull on Seonghwa’s shirt signaling for him to take it off, “So impatient…” you take a minute to look over Seonghwa. You can see the bulge in his dress pants and you move to unbutton his pants. You’re successfully able to pull his pants down enough for you to see his bulge through his boxers. 

Seonghwa takes his pants off all the way and moves to do the same with his boxers. You moan as his erection springs free from his boxers and hits his lower stomach. 

Without thinking you move to take your shorts off. Seonghwa watches as you spread your legs for him. He inhales sharply as he brings a hand down to rub up and down your slit and even going as far as sticking a finger inside of you. 

You grab his wrist before he can add another finger, “Hwa… Please.” Seonghwa looks at you in thought, “Tell me what you want princess,” at this point your mind is too clouded with lust so you don’t even feel embarrassed when you ask Seonghwa to fuck you.

Seonghwa complies and rubs his cock against your slit. You raise your hips in encouragement, “Gonna fuck you so good. Gonna fuck you like you deserve.” Seonghwa finally presses the tip to your entrance. 

You’re wet enough for him so he easily slides in. You grip his hand as you feel the burn in your bottom half. Seonghwa bottoms out before pausing, “You okay princess?” He pants, your eyes are scrunched closed as you nod softly. 

“Use your words please,” You open your eyes and look at Seonghwa, “I’m okay, you can move.” 

Your hips are pressed together as he lays his head down to rest in your neck as you clench around him. You moan as Seonghwa slowly pulls out and Seonghwa can’t help but groaning. 

You’re so wet you can her lewd squelching noises coming from your bottom half. You both feel so good to the other that neither of y'all are going to last long. 

“Fuck. Seonghwa. There. Please…” you wrap your legs around Seonghwa as you clench around him. Seonghwa moves his hips faster and harsher than before to help you reach your high.

The sound of your whines and skin slapping skin fill the room. Seonghwa reaches a hand down to rub at your clit. The feeling making you immediately clench around Seonghwa’s cock. Seonghwa groans and starts to move even faster and that’s it for you. 

Your muscles start to tighten as you begin to shake underneath Seonghwa. The sounds you’re making make Seonghwa feel like he’s about to explode. You’re making the prettiest noises Seonghwa has ever heard and he doesn’t want it to stop. 

“Oh fuck,” Seonghwa moans out and he suddenly can’t control the orgasm that comes over him. His cock twitches inside of you as the rest of his body locks. You can feel him release inside of you and you clench around him and try to milk him of all his cum. 

Seonghwa pulls out of you and rolls over to lay next to you. The both of you are sweating and feel gross but neither of you wanted to move from next to each other. 

Seonghwa moves to wrap his arm around you and he looks at you with a soft smile before kissing you gently. You let out a hum before pulling away so you can catch your breath. 

The two of you lay in silence for a few minutes before Seonghwa rolls over to grab some of the tissues on your bedside table to clean you with. 

The two of you get under the covers and Seonghwa pulls you against his chest. You rest your head on his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair and down your back. 

You take a minute to soak everything in. This is the first time in the longest time you’ve felt like this and you’re terrified. You know that this has the chance to not end good, but you don’t really want to think about that. Right now you’re content with everything that’s happening and you really hope it’ll stay like this. 

[donutloverxo]

Pink lady

Note - For the lovely @lielullabyes 500 followers challenge! Congrats babe🥰🥰

And for @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18s challenge and birthday! I'm sorry I'm a bit late! Hope y'all like it❤❤

Summary - You try to convince your professor to give you a better grade.

Warnings - smut, age gap, professor/student relationship, deep throating, cock warming.

Prompts - professor!character x student!reader for snow

Gif prompt + your professor has a different kind of extra credit in mind for navy and siri

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - almost 4k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You closed your eyes rubbing them to sooth the dryness. You had a long day and getting anything through your thick skull was turning out to be a challenge.

Of course it would. You were never an amazing student. You just studied the night before the exam and cramped whatever you could, writing what you remember on the test the next day. And yeah it wasn’t the most ideal way to study but it had worked so far for you. You got by alright.

It was more of all the shitty professors you’ve ever had than your fault. None of them could ever get you really interested in their subjects. They either didn’t care enough or only knew how to abuse their power.

But then he walked into your class. He was pretty enough to be a model or an actor. You just assumed he was someone famous. You felt as if you’ve met him before, as if you’ve known him your whole life. You were shocked to hear he was your new criminology professor, along with being a DA. Which has to be a demanding job.

It was impossible to not listen to him when he spoke, his voice so smooth like honey, carrying hints of a Boston accent he let slip whenever he got too passionate, which was quiet often.

He had broad shoulders and thick biceps he hit under those expensive suits and dress shirts. But it was more than that. He acted as if he cared. About his students, about the things he was teaching you. He always encouraged questions and helped everyone with their doubts. He had you on the edge of your seat with every word he said.

He even knew all the students by their names. Well... everyone except you.

You never interacted much in your classes, too afraid to make a fool of yourself in front of your dream man. So you had decided to buckle down and study as much as you can so you can finally raise your hand when he asked a question. How amazing it would be to hear him say ‘Good job' to you.

Maybe it isn’t classy to harbor such sinful thoughts about your professor. But the way his pants stretched over his round butt, hugging his long legs and creasing as he leaned against the edge of his table, his thick dark beard framing his face so perfectly, was just so mesmerizing. He was sex on legs. Were you really to blame here?

You had made sure to get to class ten minutes early so you could sit on the first bench. To get a close up look at the show. He was talking about something, you couldn’t really focus on. Your eyes stuck to his crotch, and how you could clearly see the imprint of his...

“Shit” You whispered as you heard him call out your surname, suddenly realising that he had his eyes on you.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“Wh – I – don’t really think a lot.” You stammered “I’m sorry what was the question?” You cringed at yourself.

“Try to pay attention next time.” He scolded you as you cowered under his intense gaze, his lips set in a hard line as he went back to addressing the whole class and resuming his lecture.

He didn’t even spare a look at you the rest of the class. You had to keep your tears at bay. It would’ve been better if you were invisible to him. Anything would be better than being publicly humiliated like that.

You decided then and there that you don’t like him. Sure you weren’t paying attention but how dare he point that out? He would never do that to anyone else. What the fuck did he have against you.

Nope. You were going to hate him now and bear him till the end of the semester. But then, all your resolve went out the window as soon as he turned around to write something on the board, giving everyone a nice view of his 'cute bubble butt'. At least that’s what you heard someone else call it. Although the kind of feelings it gave you were anything but cute.

After two long torturous hours the class was dismissed. You scrambled to pack up your bag. You were about to leave your, but body stopped of its own accord when you heard him call out your surname again. Sending shivers down your spine. You took a deep breathe turning around to look at him, your mouth suddenly dry and your hands clammy and sweaty.

“Yes professor Barber?” You asked as you stood a few feet away from him, staring at his shoes as if they were the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen. You could not look at his face. You would melt on spot and make an idiot of yourself, again.

You cursed as he walked towards you standing just in front. You had never been so close to him before, you could smell his musky cologne, feel his hot breath on your forehead.

“Don’t you think it’s rude to not look at your professor when speaking to him?” He asked cocking his head.

He couldn’t but feel proud and satisfied as you complied so easily, looking up at him. The tip of your tongue peaked out to lick your lip before your lower lip was caught in your teeth as you chewed harshly on it. A very distracting habit of yours. He really had to resist the urge to groan.

He wondered if you knew you were so cruelly teasing him or if you were as oblivious as you seemed to be.

He was excited when he was offered a position to be a teacher, a chance to shape young minds. To make a larger difference in the world. He stayed up all night preparing for his first lecture. He was always thorough with his work. He had made up his mind to do his best and be a good teacher.

But he knew he was ruined as soon as his eyes landed on you.

He wasn’t one for making friends. Always having trouble trusting people. Especially in his profession. It wasn’t that he was shy. He hated small talk and just didn’t have a lot to say, unless he was in a courtroom, even if he did he wasn’t always sure how he should say it.

But when he and his colleagues had a win on a particularly hard case, bringing down a huge mob after working tirelessly for over 3 months, he agreed to go out for drinks to celebrate. He did need to wind down a bit. When he wasn’t at the office he was at home either working or sleeping.

He was sitting on the bar stool with Henry the paralegal he had come to like the guy. He had been a huge help with the case. Henry was going on about his daughters biology project when Andy felt a tap on his shoulder he looked over his shoulder before turning around to get a proper you.

There you stood, leaning against the bar with a dopey grin on your face. He couldn’t help but do you a once over, looking you up and down, you were wearing a hot pink dress that hugged your waist before flaring over your hips. He smiled at your cute kitten heels with small white bows on them. You looked so beautiful, your hair tied up in a high ponytail as curls framed your sweet face.

“Hello mister businessman mister!” You giggled before covering your mouth as you let out a hiccup. “Oops excuse me.”

“I’m not a businessman.” He smiled shaking his head.

“Well you sure do look like one!” you laughed weakly punching his bicep “Oh my gosh” You gulped pressing his bicep in your palm “You must work out.”

“I dabble here and there.” He said waving it off as if it wasn’t a big deal “Can I buy you a drink? Are you old enough to be here?” He wondered.

“I’ll have you know I’m more than old enough” You said proudly. Normally, he would never even consider flirting with someone who looked so young, but for some reason he just couldn’t stop. “Yes I will have a drink. Wait no! No I won’t!” You gasped.

“That’s probably a good idea. You seemed to have had plenty. How about a coffee?” He offered.

“Nope I’m fine. I’m here for my friend Stacey. She likes you.” You drawled out moving your hips side to side dancing to a tune stuck in your head.

“And you don’t like me?” He pouted.

“Noooo” You whined cupping his beard in your hands. He kept pouting to milk some more sympathy from you but was completely taken aback when you pressed your soft cushiony lips over his. You pulled back staring into his eyes and said “I like you a lot! But sisters before misters you know. I couldn’t do that to my friend.” And now you were the one pouting.

He heard Henry clear his throat behind him “I’ll just go on home then. See you tomorrow man.” Andy couldn’t be bothered to turn around to say goodbye, his eyes completely focused on you.

“Oh no your friend left. Whatever you’re going home with Stacey anyway.” You looked around for your friend “Where is she? Oh no! She’s not here.”

Andy frowned looking around the bar with you “Don’t worry she must be in the bathroom or something. Why don’t you try calling her?”

You whipped out your phone from your bag. Your lips starting quivering and eyes turned glossy as you looked at it. “Hey what happened?” His instincts screaming at him to sooth your panic state. He just ran his hand up and down your forearm, there wasn’t much else he could do without seeming like a creep.

“My friend left! She said she went home with a wall street guy. Left me all alone.”

He frowned at that. “Your friend doesn’t deserve you.” He stated as if he knew you. He didn’t but he knew how loyal you were to your friend when you turned him down. Who would abandon such a sweet thing like you?

“And we were gonna go to dinner and everything.” You sniffled “I’ll have to walk home now.”

“No you won’t.” He blurted clenching his jaw. He knew just how bad men could be. He would never let a clearly inebriated woman go home alone.

Sure in any other case he would’ve called or even paid for an taxi. But he couldn’t say goodbye to you just yet. So he offered to take you home. And with some convincing you agreed.

He secured you into the passenger seat before putting your address in the GPS. He found himself laughing more than he ever had at your incoherent drunken ramblings.

“Do you believe in aliens?” Before he could even answer you continued “What if this is all just a simulation. By aliens. Like what if we’re in a tv show. That’d be awesome.” You leaned against the window, closing your eyes.

“Are you this funny when you’re sober?” He wanted to know. Although he had an inkling that you definitely would be.

“Yes I am! But my friends tell me I talk too much.” You said scrunching up your nose.

“I could listen to you talk all night. But I think we’re here.” He said parking across a building. “is this it?”

“Yeah” You nodded. “You’re right dude. They don’t deserve me.”

“Don’t call me dude.” He grumbled. You call your friends ‘dude’. And he had no intentions of being just a friend to you.

“Fine dude” You chuckled. “Do you have a pen?” You asked.

“Uh I think” He felt his pockets and then pulled out a fountain pen he always carried around with him.

You took it from him and shook your head. “You business men and your pens” You snatched his arm and started writing something on his palm.

“I keep telling you I’m not a business man.” He argued.

His heart swelled with giddiness as he saw you write down numbers on his open palm.

“Call me if you wanna hear me talk some more, ‘night.” You struggled to open the door before stumbling out. He made sure you got inside your building safely before he entered your number in his phone. He didn’t ask your name, too caught up in your rant about women’s jeans not having pockets. So he just saved it as ‘pink lady’.

He was so excited to hear from you again that he called you the next morning. Only you had given him the wrong number. He didn’t know if it was a mistake or if you had just lead him on. He considered maybe ‘accidentally’ bumping into you near your apartment. But then he saw you. In his class, as his student.

You didn’t seem to remember him but obviously had a crush on him. You weren’t such a confident talker without the influence of alcohol, the one time he asked you what your name was you just replied with ‘I’ve never had one.’ Which was adorable but also infuriating.

Was he so damn forgettable? How did you manage to do such a number on him, so much so that you haunted his wet dreams, but you had completely forgotten about him and the whole encounter. Going about your merry life, your mind not plagued with such unprofessional and unethical thoughts.

He wanted to know you. To hear you ramble some more or be awkward. Literally anything but the cold shoulder you were giving him. So he did a bad thing. He called you out when you were clearly too busy ogling him. He revelled in the sick pleasure he got from embarrassing you.

“Why don’t we go talk in my office?” He suggested and collected his books without waiting for your answer. You both made your way over to his office, you following a few steps behind him. “After you.” He said as he held the door open for you.

He locked the little latch as he closed the door, instructing you to take a seat. He wasn’t sure why he had called you over. It wasn’t like he could actually act on his feelings. Or ask you if you remembered him at all. It would be out of the question. He would get fired from the university, his reputation would be tarnished.

He took a seat at his desk shuffling through the papers in his drawer and brought one out on the desk.

He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he took in your demure state. How you had made yourself so small across him. He decided then. He couldn’t possibly not do anything about his feelings. Once his mind was set on something he HAS to have it.

Every fibre of his being was screaming at him to simply bend you over the desk and take you in the most primal way possible. But he could wait. In just a few months you would graduate and he would ask you out. There was a possibility that you would turn him down. Again. But he’d take his chances and get what he wanted. He always did.

“Your grades aren’t doing so well Miss L/N” He said passing the paper over to you. “It’s a C. You barely passed. If you don’t get a B or up in your next exam you won’t pass my class.” As much as he loved seeing you everyday he needed you to graduate so he could have his way with you.

“Oh” You let out as you looked at the test.

“That’s all you have to say? What’s wrong? Do you not understand my teaching?” To which you shook your head no “Maybe you should focus on your studies before going to clubs and getting drunk.” He spit leaning back in his chair. He knew he was being harsh, but he also knew that you needed some tough love.

“I – clubs?” You looked up at him and frowned “I don’t go to clubs! How would you know anyway?”

“Oh so you don’t remember.” He sneered not taking too kindly to being forgotten so easily. “January’s last Thursday. You were wearing a pink dress.”

You looked as if you were in deep thought before your eyes widened almost popping out of their sockets. “Oh my god! You’re that business man!” You gasped.

“Listen closely. Because I won’t say it again. I’m not a business man. I’m a district attorney and your professor.” He said sternly as he threw his head back loosening his tie so frustrated with you. He’d have to be patient. Something he very obviously wasn’t. It’s alright. You were worth waiting for.

“Sorry” You mumbled half heartedly. You knew you remembered him from somewhere. You thought you had dreamt of meeting a handsome and charming business man. Apparently you were wrong. “Why am I here professor Barber?” You asked.

“I told you. You need to get your grades up.”

“Yeah but I’m sure many other students must’ve gotten a C or lower as well. Why are you so concerned with me? What’s so special about me?” You spit with an accusatory tone.

“I care about all my students.” It wasn’t a lie. He did. He just cared about you a little bit more.

“Uh – huh. Then why did you lock the door?”

“I didn’t want anyone to disturb us.” He cleared his throat as he sat up straight in his seat.

“Sure.” You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“Why? What are you gonna do about it?” You asked before exaggeratedly rolling them again.

He scoffed “You’re such a brat.” He shook his head. “I’ll have you straightened up in less than a week when you’re mine.”

You hummed at that. “In your dreams old man.”

“You’ll see sweetheart. I just have to wait till June.”

“Well how about you can have a little taste now? I can give you something if you can change my grade.” You offered biting your lips again.

He groaned at the tempting offer and sight “There’s nothing you can give me that will change my mind.”

“Isn’t there?” You got up and walked around the desk to him, exaggeratedly swaying your hips.

He moved in his chair to look at you kneeling between his legs. Rubbing your hands on his thighs.

“I’m sure I can change your mind.” You said confidently as you undid his buckle and pulled down his zipper.

“I doubt it.” A thought of maybe stopping you as you took his hard cock out of his briefs came to him. But then you looked at his length with such awe, as if you were admiring it.

“You like it?” He smirked.

You could only nod your head and try your best to not drool. “It’s the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen.” You admitted. It was also the biggest, his rosy mushroom head slippery with precum, couple of blue veins adorning his thick shaft. You could wait to suck the life out of him.

“How many dicks have you seen?” He frowned. He didn’t really liking you thinking about anyone else’s dick, not when his was right in front of you. “Never mind. Finish what you started.” His impatience took over him as he pushed your head down, forcing you to open your mouth and swallow him whole. He moaned at the feeling of your warm wet mouth wrapped around him. “Relax your throat.” He ordered as he pushed deeper into you.

Sighing deeply as his tip hit the back of your throat, groaning as you choked around him before swallowing. “That’s it good girl.” He praised caressing your jaw. Rubbing away the tears cascading down your cheeks.

He pulled some papers out of his bag as your raised your brows at him. “I need to get some work done sweetheart.” He shifted his hips to sit back on his chair. “How about you keep me warm till then?” He said as you whined “What? Do you have other plans?”

You shook your head as he muttered a “Good” And started going through his paperwork. “You can swallow honey. But that’s all you can do. Don’t you dare move.” He warned.

It was proving to be quiet a task. He couldn’t really focus on anything but your mouth and how he wanted to just fuck it and you stupid. But he was teaching you a lesson. He had to wait a while before he came down your throat. Besides this would give him an opportunity to really savor the feel of you.

You laid your head on his thigh as he flipped through his papers for the next half an hour. Suckling here and there to not mess up his pants. When you realised that he might be interested in you, even just a little. You hoped he would just take you, make your dreams come true. You had no idea what the fuck this shit about waiting was. But you were too afraid to say no to him.

He haphazardly put down his pen. Releasing a shaky breath he finally took hold of your head. Rolling his hips a little, he pulled his length out and pushed it back in. Setting a slow and steady pace, knowing that he’d come all too soon.

You moaned as his hand went down to cup your breast fondling it so gently. He lost it as he felt the little vibrations “Do it again” He demanded as you moaned around his length. He held onto the back of your throat driving his hips up a couple of times before spilling in your throat. “Swallow it all.” He ordered as he pulled out of your mouth with a loud ‘pop’.

He groaned as he as your throat swallow a gulp “Clean me up. I have to go to work.” He pushed his tip against your lips as your tongue peaked out and licked what you couldn’t swallow and your spit off of him. You gave his tip a last kiss before tucking him back in his pants.

You stood up on wobbly feet, straightening the wrinkles in your dress. You went over to your chair cleaning your mouth up with a hanky Professor offered. “So you’ll change my grade now?” You pushed your test towards him.

He laughed “We never agreed to that sweetheart.”

“But I – but we – but I just!”

He shushed you putting his papers back in his bag “That would be unethical. You’ll be coming to my house for lessons. We have to make sure you graduate. Are you free tonight?” He looked up as you nodded “Good. Then we’ll decide if you’re worthy of a reward.” He pulled his laptop bag over his shoulder as he walked towards the door, unlatching it and holding it open for you. “I’ll see you tonight sweetheart.”

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[myonepiece]

Could I request Kid and Killer with an S/O that never celebrates her birthday so they surprise her with a party and she starts crying because she never expected it. No body celebrated it before so she never bothered with it

These turned out kinda long oops

He didn’t celebrate your birthday in the beginning only because he doesn’t really pay attention to birthdays and never realized you had never celebrated it- he didn’t even know when your birthday was

Tbh he doesn’t really celebrate birthdays either, he just uses it as an excuse for more drinking and partying than usual

So he doesn’t really know how to celebrate a birthday

At first he wanted to just take the crew out to the bar for your birthday “party”

But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that you deserved more

So he would ask Killer for any info on how birthday parties are supposed to be celebrated, but Killer really doesn’t know either

So he used the little knowledge of it that he actually knows: cake and gifts

He doesn’t like sweets and obviously he doesn’t know how to make them, but thankfully Killer has some sort of idea on the recipe because there’s actually a recipe book or two in the ship’s kitchen

So he’ll make the cake per Kid’s demand, and Kid tries to think of what to get you

He loves spoiling you in general yknow- for example from the treasure they get/steal he gives you rings, bracelets, jewels, etc.

But he wanted to get you something special because it’s a special occasion, even he thinks that, and clothes+jewelry are normal things for him to get you

So he actually decided to try making something for you, which was a little metal heart shaped with an intricate design of overlapping shards of metal- he was embarrassed to say the least, thinking you wouldn’t like it

The whole time planning, he was keeping a close eye on you making sure you didn’t stumble upon anything or hear anything- while he was also keeping an eye on the crew making sure they didn’t say anything, he had Killer’s help on this too

Eventually the day arrives and he has the crew set up everything on the deck while you’re napping. Then he goes down to get you and trails closely behind you while you make your way up onto the deck

He’s standing behind you with a wide smirk watching you jump as the crew shouted “SURPRISE”, he pulled it off *proud sigh*

But when you turn to him with tears rolling down your cheeks he thinks he messed up or scared you

“Oi ______ stop crying!” 

“Is something wrong?!”

“Do you not like it?!”

He holds your shoulders while you try to explain why your crying through your tears, and once. he understands he scolds you for making him worry

While you’re partying with the rest of the crew, Kid is sat over on the side thinking how special this must have been to make you cry and he’s happy that he put so much effort into it because he definitely feels like it was worth it

It makes him extremely happy and proud that he was able to offer you something that you had never experienced before- but accompanying these feelings there was also the anger towards the people who never bothered to celebrate the day you were created because without that day he wouldn’t have you

When the party was over and you were with Kid in his room, he was sitting on the bed looking deep in concentration. He had been wondering if giving you the metal heart was a good idea, you had gotten a lot of other gifts from the crew- but he wanted you to know how hard he worked for you, how much he would do for you

So he called you over and pulled your into his lap before attaching his lips to yours. Devouring you with more passion that roughness, which was quite unusual for him. He parted breathlessly, taking a moment to stare into your eyes, then he ever so slightly held out his hand, directly in front of him against his stomach. If he hadn’t glanced down at the object,  you wouldn’t have noticed it

The heart glittered in the dim light of the room, but Kid’s eyes were fixated on the sparkle in your own, the way you softly smiled as you turned the object over in your hands, and the arrival of tears once again wetting your cheeks

“Oi, you’ve already cried once today you baby” Depsite his rude words, his voice was soft and gentle. Kid wore a prominent blush and a stutter, yet a serious face as he promised to show you the love you never recieved as a child, telling you that you deserve the world and more. And he would be the one to give it to you

Okay but “Murder Machine” just makes him even more attractive

Tbh he also didn’t take other crewmates’ birthdays very seriously, because all they ever did for the occasion was drink and party more

Killer had realized the crew never celebrated your birthday, no one really asked for your birthday the day you joined so no one knew when the date was

The only reason Killer didn’t ask himself was because he didn’t know if it was a touchy subject or if there was a specific reason you never said anything, and the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable

However, when you were drunk one time you had spilled the date of your birthday and Killer had written it down- luckily you didn’t remember telling him so he could plan a surprise party

He had a small idea of how a birthday was supposed to be celebrated- cakes, gifts, friends, just the basics

Buuut, Kid wasn’t onboard with Killer’s plan. He doesn’t like birthday parties, or cake- sweets in general. Kid’s refusal to help Killer with the party angered him as well as slightly insulted him. But he refused to give up because he wanted you to enjoy your birthday, it’s a special day 

Killer’s birthday isn’t important to him, but your birthday will be 

He decided he would just celebrate alone with you- that means no Kid, no craziness, and it’s more intimate. He really just wanted to spend time with you, so he’s hoping you won’t mind it being just the two of you. He also wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be overwhelmed by the sudden celebration which you had never experienced before

At least Kid was nice enough to let Killer have the kitchen to himself on the date

The hardest part was trying to decide what gift to get you; it had to be something you like, and something meaningful. Maybe something that would remind you of him? 

The week before your birthday, when he was still planning this, he had gone off by himself on the island you docked at- so he could look for a gift from one of the village’s shops

Eventually after about and hour of searching, finding something, deciding it wasn’t good enough or you wouldn’t like it, then putting it back, Killer found a teddy bear. Fluffy fur that was about the same color as his hair, he thought you would like it because you always compliment his hair and run your fingers through it

He was proud of the gift at first, but he kept doubting if you would like it or not

He managed to keep the little celebration a seceret, which was particularly easy because the crew didn’t have a problem with him wanting to celebrate alone with you- the only problem was Kid kept threatening to tell you 

So when the day finally arrived, Killer was totally nervous, On the outside he looked perfectly calm, nothing out of the ordinary. But inside he was a wreck, doubting everything he planned 

The cake came out fine, so did the icing. It was a simple one layer cake frosted with [y/f/c] icing. He places little flowers he had picked up on the last island, around the kitchen. and and and.... candles- he had a few little candles placed around the kitchen that provided a dim light

He placed the cake on the counter, accompanied by two plates and the correct utensils of course- and he kept the bear hidden in a cabinet so he could pull it out later 

He went to get you from your room quite late, once everyone else was in their beds. He wanted it to be as quiet as possible and this was unfortunately the only way to have that. You didn’t know about this surprise from Killer because you had just assumed this day would be. like every other year, so you you had gone to sleep

Killer had to wake you up which made him feel kind of guilty, but he thought you looked adorable while he lead you down the hall to the kitchen

He had you step in before him and leaned over your shoulder to whisper a soft “happy birthday _____” He awaited your reaction to the cake and decorations he had placed so excitedly, but when he did not recieve one he got worried

“_______?” He whispered your name and you turned around with tears streaming down your face, it was a heartbreaking sigh in crontrast to your  soft smile

“______? What’s wrong? Do you not like it? You can go if you want, you don’t have to stay” Killer whisper shouted. You threw yourself against his chest and wrapped your arms around his torso while explaining through sobs that you just didn’t expect it because no one ever celebrated your birthday

Killer smiled widely behind his mask at your reaction, yes of course he hated seeing you cry but at least they were happy tears

For a minute his smile faltered, suddenly realizing how hard it must have been on you to not grow up with a single birthday or party celebrating your birth, because hell even Kid “celebrated the crew’s birthdays. He felt a pang of anger towards those who had most likely made you feel sad on the past birthday days by not doing anything to give you the day you deserved

He led you over to the counter where you jumped up and sat with him to eat the cake

It was silent while you ate, of course you spared a few glances at Killer to see him enjoy food without his mask on. After about 2/3 of the cake was gone and you gazed lovingly up at Killer ignoring his confused and flustered face, he reached down to open the cabinet and get the bear out

He placed it in your hands hesitatingly and waited. He watched you look at the bear for a quick second before you broke into a huge smile and told him you love it

He smiles softly and pulled you into him to hold you

“It’s fur reminds me of you” You giggled as you noticed the similarity between the bear’s fur and your boyfriend’s

“I was hoping you’d say that”

[juliathephantom]

JATP Fanfic Recs: Multichapter Edition

* indicates complete

'Stupid Cupid, Stop Hitting On Me' by Bluefire510

Juke

Luke, a troublemaker cupid, meets Julie, who is also one of Love HQ's toughest cases to crack.

She claims to have no desire to fall in love.

But Luke is always up for a challenge.

Let's see if he could get Julie to fall for her Perfect Match by next Valentine's Day.... and maybe teach her all about love while he's at it.

*Operation Hashtag Rulie by where_you_go

Reggie/Luke/Julie

“Explain yourselves,” Caleb ground out.

“Uh…it’s not what it looks like?” Reggie tried, wincing.

“Oh really, Reginald? Because it looks like two of my most popular band members from a family-friendly band are fornicating in public!”

-

Julie and Reggie get caught up in a PR misunderstanding that leads to them "dating" for a few months. It's not a big deal, or at least it wouldn't be, if Luke would stop acting so weird.

*Unexpected by Phantom_Lover

Luke is determined to breeze through his senior year and onto mega stardom (which means avoiding school, and Principal Lessa, as much as possible). That is until he's forced to work side-by-side with quiet good-girl, Julie Molina, on the big end-of-the-year talent show. The two struggle to see eye to eye, and meeting the all-important deadline seems impossible until something unexpected happens between them.

keys to the cage (and the devil to pay) by HearJessRoar

Juke, Willex

Julie Molina has always thought it would be rather exciting to meet a pirate.

Unfortunately, she's right.

"Julie, Julie Patterson, I'm a maid here in the governor's household," she bluffs. And she wishes that Luke's name hadn't been the first that she'd come up with, because the long-haired pirate's eyebrows raise immediately.

"Luke got married?" he says, sounding oddly betrayed.

His blonde companion looks equally gutted. "He didn't even tell us."

Piss Off Your Parents (Date Me To Scare Them) by TheNameIsBritney

Willex

Alex Mercer doesn't want to go home for Christmas; but if he has to, he's certainly gonna raise a little hell. Enter: Willie, the cute guy in his history of English class who would be the perfect fake boyfriend candidate.

So if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them, show them you're all grown up. If long hair and tattoos are what attract you, baby then you're in luck.

*i'll hold your music (here inside my hands) by musicals_musicals

"Your soulmate must love music just like you do”

Julie is 3 years old, enthusiastically playing a small plastic piano, the first time she sees her string.

It makes sense that music would connect her to her soulmate.

or

How Julie finds her way back to music, joins a band, falls in love, and meets Luke Patterson (not necessarily in that order)

*a masterpiece in motion, more beautiful every day by fairylightsandrainydays

Willex, Juke

Alex Mercer is a merboy with a fascination for the human world. Willie is a prince who he saves from a storm. And Caleb Covington is the sea witch who is going to make Alex's dream come true.

So long as Caleb gets what he wants.

*days go by and seasons change (lets try again next winter) by itsagamefortwo

Juke

julie's ready for a year away from home, studying and trying to re-find the magic in music. luke's about to start on a summer tour around europe opening for a band. they meet one night, sparks fly and emotions run high. now they've just got to try and see if they can maintain a long distance friendship.

Who Could Deny These Butterflies? by xxPrettyLittleTimeBombxx

Juke

“I know this is going to sound kinda crazy…but, could you maybe pretend to be in love with me for a few minutes?”

—

When Julie Molina approaches Luke Patterson at a bar and asks him to pretend to be her boyfriend, she never expects to find herself in a position where she and Luke have to keep up the ruse for longer than five minutes. Figures that out of all of the strangers she could have approached that night, she’d gone and picked the one guy who just so happens to be in a rock band that’s on the brink of blowing up.

*relight that spark by @ruzek-halstead

Juke

julie molina has had nothing but a tough life. after losing both her parents early on, she was left in the care of her step-monster karen and her two step-daughters. while working at her late father's diner, completing household duties and being at karen's beck and call at all hours, julie was well on her way to getting accepted into the college of her dreams and having enough money to move out.

and then one day she received a text message from an unknown number. it started out innocent, crossed wires based on a flyer she put up three years ago.

this is the story of julie molina and her prince charming, and everything in between.

i never saw you coming (and i'll never be the same) by ruzekhalstead (@ruzek-halstead)

Juke

julie molina, a new student to uc berkeley, secures a job at a tiny, run-down grocery store, where she meets a group of people who inadvertently become some of the most important people in her life.

there's nothing like suffering in the workplace with your co-workers to solidify a bond.

a look into julie's life in a brand new city, as told by the customer service experience throughout the months.

an oddly specific grocery store au that no one asked for but i'm writing anyway to satisfy my brain

*Love Drunk by captainkippen

Juke

Thirty-two missed calls. Fifty-eight texts waiting. Over one hundred various social media notifications. A deep sense of foreboding took over. Julie swallowed. Slowly, she lifted the phone back to her ear.

"Flynn… what happened last night?"

After a night out in Vegas, Julie and Luke wake up to find themselves married. Hijinks ensue.

*So that's how it happens by echocharm (@echocharm17618)

Juke

But it had to be today. Julie had this crazy feeling in her stomach. Not nervous butterflies. More like fireflies that were trying to zap her (Do fireflies electrocute people? She should google that). It felt like that moment her parents spoke about all the time. The day they met. And when they first spoke to each other. Her mom always says that an intense zap went through her whole body.

Are you new or nervous? Julie has been waiting a (short)lifetime to hear those words be said to her.

She walked down a few more steps in the auditorium and found a spot. It was one of the few seats left in the room that wasn’t all the way up in the back. She sat down and settled into the uncomfortable, hard, plastic chair and took a deep shaky breath. The prof was nowhere to be seen. But there was a cute boy in the seat next to her. He had sort of long brown hair that was covered with a grey toque. And he was wearing a cut off t-shirt and you could see his very nice arms. Julie’s breathing was still shaky, and his attractiveness wasn’t helping the situation.

*we're too young to know things like love by Ephemeral_Joy

(@lydias--stiles)

Juke

The various ways and situations people notice the connection between Julie and Luke, whether that be a close friend or a complete stranger.

(started as a 5+1 fic and then i kind of went rogue. oops.)

*and i know i've kissed you before, but i didn't do it right (can i try again?) by Ephemeral_Joy (@lydias--stiles)

Juke

Some things just can't be fixed with a song.

(Julie and Luke break up.)

*The Infamous Tale of Luke and Julie's Grand Trip Across America by Ephemeral_Joy (@lydias--stiles)

Juke

In any normal situation, Luke wouldn't let this random girl hitchhike with him across America.

Then again, he wasn't normal. And neither was she.

(or: the roadtrip!au no one asked for)

*We Found Wonderland by ICanSpellConfusionWithAK (@pink-flame)

At the end of season one Julie isn’t able to save the boys and they are jolted out of existence. But what if there was another way? Julie finds herself back in 1995 with a chance to stop the boys of Sunset Curve from ever dying at all. But will she be able to find her way home afterwards? Will she want to? Or has Alice really gone down the rabbit hole this time...

A Moment of Quiet Conversation by JackONeillisTheMan

Juke

Julie and Luke talk about how he was the one who introduced her to rock. Then just fluff, more and more fluff.

*Feels like I've opened my eyes again by ICanSpellConfusionWithAK (@pink-flame)

Juke

After the whirlwind her life has been since the boys showed up it’s not that surprising that Julie would be a little tired. But is it normal that she’s more exhausted than she’s ever been? With Nick acting weird, Alex and Reggie both wrapped up in their own problems and her relationship with Luke still a big question mark, she has her work cut out for her if she’s looking to sit back and relax.

Basically my ideas and speculation about what season 2 might hold, or at least some of the things I would like to see.

find the strength, find the melody by sunset_phantom

Juke

An AU in which the boys are alive, Julie has been kicked out of her music program, and she somehow ends up falling in love with Luke in three days while he simultaneously brings her back to her first love of all: music.

after silence, wake me up by Vargynja

Juke

Julie hasn't been able to make music after her mother's death. She lives in New York working as an assistant for Luke, working hard to move forward in her career.

Luke finds out he's about to be deported back to Canada. A panicked lie leads them to fake a relationship to get married so he can stay in the country. Despite working together for two years they aren't close but a trip to Alaska to visit Julie's family might change that

Based on the premise of The Proposal (2009)

[golbrocklovely]

the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter nineteen

A/N: just like the previous chapter, this one took so long to write. mostly bc, yet again, it is a lot of dialogue. but this chapter was super fun to write. i love anything to do with max, even if i kinda hate him lol hope you guys enjoy this one. let me know what you think. and please, if you do like this chapter, feel free to reblog it. that way, more ppl can see my work. i appreciate you all and thank you for all the love and support <3

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taglist: @far-to-many-bands , @idfk-tbh-oops , @muted-mayham , @ughwhyislifesohard , @justtanerd , @ashyoungxblood ,  @cmburgos

trigger warning: cursing, mentions of cheating, blood drinking, vampire biting, mentions/showings of manipulation, max is a little shit and he ain't even physically in this chapter irl lol

word count: 4339

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My emotions were all out of whack, and I stayed by Colby's side the rest of the night after my ‘date’ with Max. Colby kept me close, cuddling me any chance he got. By the time we both went to bed, I felt calm for the first time in hours. I didn't tell him that I knew about Max's powers; I didn't need him to get more upset. My dreams remained calm that night, and I was able to sleep deep for the first time in a while. I woke up well past two P.M. the next day, deciding to shower and then go to my apartment quickly to get more clothes and do some laundry.

In the daylight, I felt safe. But the darkness of night allowed the true monsters to come out.

A slight positive was that I had an early shift at the bar and instead of closing, I was going to be coming in for the dinner shift. This was usually mine and Ronnie's favorite time; no one really came in so we would just fuck around and do whatever, usually playing pool or darts. I wasn't too excited about the idea of seeing Ronnie though, since every time I saw her, she asks about my vampire escapades.

How am I supposed to explain to her that I have two Elder vampires weirdly infatuated with me and one of them threatened me into going on a date with them?

My only option anymore is to lie, and I hate doing that, even if her questions were annoying.

As I got ready for work, I realized that Colby was still asleep from the night before. Before I left, I tried waking him, but all he did was groan and roll over.

"Don't worry about him. He does that sometimes." Sam spoke, appearing in the open doorway.

I replied. "What, stay asleep for over 12 hours?"

"Yeah. Apparently, he used to be like that when he was human too. He usually only does that when he's stressed out." Sam informed.

"And what could he possibly be stressed from?" I joked dryly.

I left the Trapp Haus after that, getting into my car and driving to Vampiro. When I got to work, Roger greeted me.

"Wait, I thought Ronnie was supposed to be in today?" I puzzled.

Roger shook his head. "Nope, she called out last minute. So, I guess you won't be lazying around today."

I scoffed dramatically. "I never lazy around, I'm just... thoroughly finishing my tasks."

He squinted his eyes at me, smiling bitterly. "Right. Start by thoroughly restocking the bar, please."

My shift went by painstakingly slow. Only about fifteen customers were in the whole time I was there, all of which nursed their drink to the point of adulthood. I texted Colby, wondering if he had finally woken up yet. He saw my message but didn't respond. That wasn't totally unlike him, but I decided to call him since I was bored and on my break. My call went straight to voicemail.

"That's strange." I mumbled to myself.

Two hours later, I was finally done with work, getting off at just before midnight. I was excited to finally get back to the Trapp Haus and see Colby again. I drove home as quickly as I could, parking my car in the back lot behind the club. The usual line to get into the Trapp Haus was there, so I went to the back and banged on the secret door, waiting for Kevin to open it.

A different pair of eyes stared down at me through the slot, the caramel color turning red once he noticed me. "Password."

I stared blankly back. "Mike, just let me in."

He rolled his eyes hard, slamming the slot shut and ripping the door open, but not wide enough for me to come in. "You didn't say the password, I can't let you in."

I groaned. “Mike, stop playing around. I just want to get upstairs and change.”

“Why? Do you have somewhere else to be?” He accused.

I furrowed my brows. “No...? I just want to get out of my work clothes.”

“Don't you have an apartment you can go to? You don't live here.” He grunted.

I hummed, placing my hands on my hips. “Right, like Colby would let me go back to my apartment while Max is still in town.”

Mike pursed his lips. “I don't think he cares about you anymore.”

I scowled, stepping up to him. “What the fuck are you talking about? Just let me in.”

I tried to push past Mike, but he pressed me against the doorway, trapping me between his arms.

“After everything he has done for you, you went out and betrayed him? You're disgusting. I knew the moment you came into our lives you were gonna be trouble, I just didn't realize how much,” Mike sneered, glaring down at me harshly. “Just know, the moment he says I can... you're history. In more ways than one.”

“Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?” I hissed.

He growled into my ear. “A bitch.”

“If you don't move your arms this second, you're gonna find out what it feels like to have a stake through your dick.” I threatened, staring into his eyes.

He smirked, sucking his teeth, and letting his arms fall loosely to his side. I slid through into the club, looking back at Mike with an angry glance. As I traveled up the stairs into the VIP section, I saw Kevin behind the bar making drinks. He didn’t notice me until Mike slid in next to him, muttering something. They both looked up at me, Mike’s eyes glaring with intensity. Kevin’s weren’t as intense, but his emotions showed through his body language: glancing away hastily and lowering his head. I huffed, confused, walking through the VIP section and into Kevin's office. Closing the door, the music thumped off the walls making the room feel like it was vibrating as I went to the apartment.

What the fuck is up with them tonight?

As I entered the apartment, I locked eyes with everyone; their conversations coming to a halt at my arrival. Jake and Sam's eyes fell to the floor, Tara turned away awkwardly, and Kat stood up but didn't move towards me.

“So, what's going on?” I commented.

No one spoke as the muffled music from the club downstairs filled the silence.

“Okay...” I whispered awkwardly.

I strolled towards Colby's room and opened his door. I dropped my bag, my eyes widened, at the scene in front of me.

His room looked ransacked. His mattress was flipped over, all of his clothes were on the floor, and his night table was on its side.

“What the fuck happened?” I squeaked.

“Colby... trashed his room.” Jake stated quietly.

“Why would he do that?” I questioned.

“Don't act like you don't know.” Sam answered, his voice bitter.

I retorted. “Okay, I'm seriously done with everyone giving me the cold shoulder today. What the fuck is going on?”

“You cheated on him.” Kat revealed.

I gasped. “What?”

“You... cheated on Colby. That's what he told us.” Tara responded.

“When the hell did he say that?” I asked.

“An hour or so after you left for work. He woke up and... went off,” Sam added, standing up and walking towards me. “He told us how he watched you leave when everyone went to bed and he followed you to Bloody. That's when he saw you and Max on the dance floor and-”

I cut him off. “Hold up, you think I would cheat on Colby with Max?”

“He watched you cheat. You let Max drink from you... among other things.” Jake muttered.

“So, when do we plan to kick the cheater out? Can I help her pack?” Mike grinned, sauntering into the apartment with Kevin.

I ignored him, replying quickly. “I slept here last night. I didn't go anywhere! I was here when we all woke up. Sam, you would know.”

“We were all tired after yesterday’s events. You could have easily left.” Sam remarked.

“Without you noticing? And if Max drank from me, where’s the bitemark? Do you see one?” I showed off my neck dramatically.

Sam gulped. “Well… maybe Colby just thought Max bit you.”

“Plus, Max could have healed you.” Mike shrugged.

“So, you’re saying that either Colby saw me get bit but didn’t see me get healed, or he didn’t see that happen at all? Which one is it?” I exhaled, continuing. “Also, let’s be honest, Bloody’s line is crazy long. I would have had to wait all night to get in.”

Mike disagreed. “Max could easilyget you in.”

“But then how did Colby get in then?” I inquired.

He shrugged, scoffing, then getting closer to me. “Who cares? Why are you trying to beat around the bush? Just be honest and admit that you cheated.”

“I didn't cheat! I would never cheat on Colby. I lov- I care about him.” I choked out, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

“Well, you obviously did something with Max to upset him. Maybe that's why you so easily went on the date with him yesterday.” Mike quipped.

“Mike, you weren't even here! It was not an easy decision to go on a date with Max. I only went because he threatened to kill Sam and Colby. You think I like having two different Elders up my ass all the time and putting you guys in danger?! How heartless do you think I am?!” I sobbed, my heart pounding as tears streaked down my cheeks.

Mike’s eyes glowed crimson as he stepped up to me, chest-to-chest. “Enough to cheat on Colby.”

“Woah, Mike. Relax.” Sam grabbed Mike’s arm pulling him back, Kevin following suit.

I paused, catching my breath and wiping my tears. “I didn't cheat. I was asleep the whole night. I wasn't bitten by Max, and if I was, do you really think he would let me waltz back home? You do remember what happens when vampires drink my blood, right? They get crazy powerful. You’d think he would let me leave?”

Mike exhaled. “Okay, so maybe Max didn’t drink from you. But you two definitely did something. Why would Colby lie?”

“I don't know. But I know for a fact I'm not lying,” I spat. “Where the hell is Colby anyway?”

Mike snickered darkly. “We're not telling you.”

“Good, because that solves all our problems.” I deadpanned.

“Cameras.” Sam murmured.

“Cameras? What cameras?” Kevin chimed in.

“When Max and Rinaldi came into town, Colby told me to install cameras in your apartment and here as well. Just in the living room, of course,” Sam continued. “That way we would know if they tried to break in.”

“Check the cameras. It'll show I was here the whole night.” I assured.

Mike rebutted coldly. “Or show you left.”

Sam grabbed his laptop, scrolling around until he found the footage from last night. He placed it down on the kitchen counter, all of us crowding around the screen.

“We went to bed around midnight. So I'll start from there.” Sam explained.

The clock at the bottom of the screen started at 12:10:08, fast forwarding at 4x speed. The lights in the apartment were out, casting dark shadows in the living room. By the time it got to 2:13:56, that's when Colby's bedroom door swung open.

Mike chuckled. “See, I knew you-”

Kevin interrupted. “Shut up, Mike. It's not Jade.”

Stumbling in the dark was Colby, eyes closed. He walked into the middle of the living room and then stood in between the couches.

“What the fuck...?” Sam uttered.

My mouth fell open as an orange glow appeared around him. No one else reacted, the aura only visible to my eyes.

Someone was controlling Colby last night. The same person that tried to control my dreams.

We all watched in awe as Colby stood in that spot with his eyes closed for three hours. He didn't move, except a slight swaying back and forth. Finally at 5:34:48, Colby slowly stumbled back to bed. Not a moment later, Sam came out of his room and went to the bathroom.

“It was Max…” I whispered, breathless.

“How do you-?” Sam began.

I interjected, leaning against the counter. “Yesterday, way before Max came over, I had a dream about him. It was overelaborated and unlike anything I've ever dreamed of before. Max tried to drink my blood in that dream too. The thing is, it wasn't me he was drinking from. It was like a version of me. Like I was supposed to be experiencing the dream, but I wasn't. I was just watching it happen.

“Because his powers don't work on you. So instead of being forced to dream, you watched it.” Sam guessed.

“Colby had an orange aura around him for three hours. That's the same aura I had around me when I woke up from that nightmare.” I remembered.

“But how did Max get Colby to dream? He wasn’t in the apartment.” Jake argued.

I shook my head. “I don't know. He could have been buildings away from us. But he was controlling Colby, I know that for certain. Who else can do that besides him and his brother?”

“So Max made Colby dream about you cheating...” Kat trailed off.

I assumed sharply. “To break us up. To cause a problem. Who knows? It’s all a game to him anyway.”

Kevin announced. “Colby's at the abandon warehouse. The one you learned to fight in. It’s a couple blocks away if you want me to drive.”

“No, I'll go by myself. I have to talk to him alone anyway.” I dissented, walking towards the door.

“Wait, Jade.” Sam called, stopping me in my tracks. “I think I speak for everyone when I say, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have thought that way about you.”

“It’s okay. I understand. Colby is your family first. Of course you’re gonna believe him.” I smiled sadly.

“It still doesn’t make up for what we did to you…” Sam turned his head towards Mike. “Don't you have something to say to her?”

“What?! You just apologized!” Mike exclaimed.

Tara corrected. “Yeah, but you were the worst, so you need to do a separate apology.”

“Um... okay then.” Mike stepped up, clearing his throat. “Sorry you're not as terrible of a person as I thought you were.”

Kevin groaned. “Mike-”

“No, it's fine.” I raised my hand at Kevin, glaring at Mike. “I don't really care what you think of me, Mike. You obviously dislike me, regardless of this situation. Why pretend you're actually sorry?”

I strutted out of the apartment without hearing another word. I rushed out of the club as fast as I could, leaving out the back door. As I jumped into my car, all I could think of was how terrible Colby must be feeling. I saw what happened to him in the past. How he wasn't comfortable trusting people. I know how difficult it was for Colby to trust me, to let me in. Now, Max ruined it all in one fucking sitting. Like this was some sort of game to him.

Because it was.

Going over the speed limit multiple times, I got to the warehouse in five minutes. I swung the warehouse door open, noticing one light on in the whole place, all the way in the middle. I saw a dark figure moving, knowing it to be Colby.

As I got closer, I could see he was on the worn-out mat, the one I had fought on before. He was hitting the single punching bag over and over again. He was shirtless, sweat dripping down his back and chest. His hair clung to his face, his usual light blue streaks now a dark navy. His breathing was short and harsh. The headphones on his ears were playing loud music, sounding a bit like screamo.

I stayed outside the square mat. “Are you picturing that punching bag as me?”

Colby stopped abruptly, ripping his headphones off. His eyes flashed red as he saw me, glancing away quickly.

“No,” He inhaled, placing the headphones down on the table next the mat. “I would never hurt you. Max, however...”

“I'm surprised you heard me through that music.” I marveled sarcastically.

He bit his bottom lip. “I knew you here the moment you pulled up. I could smell you.”

“Oh. Guess I can't sneak up on you.” I joked, nervously smiling.

He sighed. “Did you want something?”

“Colby,” I shuddered, wringing my hands. “I need you to know I didn't-”

His dejected laugh cut me off. “Please don't tell me they told you where I was so you could come out here and lie to me. You wasted your time.”

“I'm not lying. Colby, I didn't-” I started again.

He jumped in. “You know, with how much you freaked out after you came home from your date, I figured you were scared of Max. That you hated him. But I guess you were just pretending and waiting until you could go back to him.”

My voice quivered. “I am scared of Max. And I hate him just as much as you do, if not more now.”

Colby’s words boomed off the vacant walls of the warehouse. “You have a weird way of showing it then! Letting him kiss you and drink your blood in the middle of-”

I exploded, stepping onto the mat. “I didn't cheat Colby! He's manipulating you!”

“How?! How is he doing that?!” He belted, his face close to mine.

“His power is dream manipulation.” I confessed.

His breath hitched for a moment. “How do you know that?”

“Yesterday. He made me dream about him.” I admitted, looking down at the ground.

“About him doing what?” He questioned.

“He made me dream about him drinking my blood and dancing with him. But it wasn't me. It was like a movie.” I mentioned, “I can only imagine if his powers fully worked on me, maybe it would have felt real…”

“So, he made me dream about you cheating on me? Right.” Colby crossed his arms tightly, turning away from me.

“You said he bit me. Colby, where did he bite me?” I asked desperately.

“On your neck.” He stated.

“Okay, then where is the mark? It wouldn't have healed in less than 24 hours.” I contended.

He scrunched up his face, his eyes falling to my neck. “Well, maybe he healed you.”

“Did you see him heal me?” I queried.

“No. But that doesn’t mean he couldn’t have.” He disagreed, a slight whine in his voice.

I rolled my eyes. “Okay Colby, how did you get into Bloody? The line for that club is long as hell.”

“I… I got in, why are you questioning me about it?” He complained.

I frowned. “Well, then how did I get in?”

He slightly shrugged. “Max... I guess.”

“Did you see him get me into the club? How did you know I was there?” I expressed, moving closer to him.

“…I must have followed you. I just don’t remember.” He insisted.

I breathed, holding back my frustration. “Alright. So, you woke up and saw me leave.”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

I requested. “How did I get to the club?”

“What?” Colby scowled.

“How did I get to the club?” I repeated. “Bloody is far away from the Trapp Haus. Did I drive? Was I picked up? Did I walk?”

“I-I don’t remember.” He stammered.

“Then how did you follow me? How did you know I was sneaking out to go to Bloody in the first place? It’s not like I would have told you I was leaving.” I interrogated, my voice unwavering.

“Stop,” Colby barked. “I-I know what I saw.”

“What exactly do you remember?” I commanded.

“I woke up to see you leave. Then, I was at Bloody. You were there with him. And then he kissed you. And then he bit you.” He recited, pointing on his fingers.

“So you don’t remember leaving the apartment, following me, or how you and I got into Bloody. And you don’t know why I don’t have a bitemark on my neck,” I addressed, treading closer. “Why don’t you remember anything else?”

“W-Why does it matter?” He stuttered, his voice rising.

“Max made you dream about me cheating to break us up. I don't know why, but that's what he wanted!” I protested, staring into his eyes.

“It couldn’t have been a dream!” He exclaimed.

Colby clutched his head abruptly, his knees buckling under his weight. I dropped down, following him.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” I plead, my voice trembling.

“Fuck, my head! It’s pounding. It’s like someone threw a cinderblock at my skull.” He moaned loudly.

“Colby, let’s get you back to the apartment,” I suggested. “We can get you help, and there’s proof I’m not lying. The cameras that film the living room... I never left the apartment.”

“But I know what I saw! You. Y-You cheated on me.” He whimpered, glancing up at me.

I shook my head, tears threatening to spill. “I didn't. I would never, Colby. I know you. And you know me. I would never do that to you.”

“It feels real. I can feel myself being at Bloody. And seeing you with him…” He panted, his eyes lost in thought.

“Colby, if Max really did drink my blood… why would he let me go? My blood makes any vampire more powerful. Why would he let me leave?” I emphasized.

Colby stared at the mat, wide-eyed. Suddenly, he let out a loud yelp, gripping the sides of his head firmly and squeezing his eyes shut. I bent down, bringing my face close to his and lightly rubbing his shoulders. He inhaled deeply, veins popping out from under his eyes as they sprung open, glowing crimson. His fangs extended as we both jumped back.

“I’m so sorry, Jade. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I haven’t drank in a while and your blood is too much.” Colby warned.

I exhaled. “Why?”

“I… don’t know. I just feel like I can’t, that I’m not allowed.” He hesitantly spoke, confused at his own words.

“Colby, it’s his powers over you.” I blurted, crawling to him, “Drink my blood.”

He stuck his arm out, urging me back. “What? No. Absolutely not.”

“Colby, you need to drink. And maybe my blood will break his power over you.” I shoved his arm out the way.

“No, baby. I can't drink it.” He shook his head aggressively.

“Yes, you can. Drink my blood, Colby.” I demanded.

He hissed, the veins under his eyes darkening. “Jade, no.”

“Just drink my blood-”

Colby grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in and biting into me forcefully. I winced and gasped, the pain of his bite stinging for a moment. But suddenly, it melted away, a light, dull pleasure forming in its wake. I gripped his forearms, trying to keep my body upright. His hold on me tightened, bringing me closer into his mouth. A soft moan fell from my lips.

“Colby...” I whispered.

He pulled away quickly, keeping me in his arms. My vision was a bit cloudy, everything moving too fast for my eyes to keep up.

His aura appeared, brighter and larger than I had ever seen it before. It stayed entirely around himself, however, never encompassing me. His eyes closed for a moment as it faded out. “I... should have never doubted you, Jade. You were right.”

He brought his wrist to his mouth, biting into it and pushing it near me. His blood oozed down his wrist slowly. “Take some of my blood.”

“Whaaaat? Nooo.” I grumbled, shaking against his hold softly.

“Do you wanna keep bleeding and feeling light-headed or not?” He deadpanned.

I half-shrugged, allowing his wrist to connect to my lips. I opened my mouth and let his blood slip in, the metallic taste making me gag. But that taste only lasted a second, changing into a sweet, unknown flavor. I sucked his blood down, my hands pushing the back of his wrist further into my mouth. Suddenly, he pulled his wrist away, his bite wound healing up immediately.

I blinked my eyes, my vision returning to normal and the light-headedness dissipating. “Woah, your blood is fast-acting.”

“I could say the same for yours.” He chuckled quietly.

Colby stood up, helping me to my feet as I sighed. “So... you saw that it was a dream?”

His tone dripped with disgust. “Yeah. It felt like... Max was in my ear, telling me what to dream. And I believed it to be true.”

“Max never set foot in the apartment. He did all of it being somewhere else.” I noted.

“It's terrifying to know he can possibly do this again.” He snarled, his fist white knuckling.

“Everything about this day has made me sick.” I croaked.

He cupped my waist and pulled me in, making our eyes meet. “I'm so sorry, Jade. I should have believed you. I should have never doubted your loyalty to me. I know you would never cheat.”

“He’s an Elder, Colby. You didn’t have a choice. It's alright.” I reassured, placing my hands on his shoulders.

Colby shook his head. “No, it's not. I know who you are as a person. You're my girlfriend, and I should have known-”

“Girlfriend?” I choked out.

“Yeah. I-I mean, I would be honored to be your boyfriend, if you would allow me.” His voice falling to a low tone, “I should have asked sooner, to be honest.”

I remained silent, still shocked at his words.

Girlfriend. He wants me to be his girlfriend…

He cut in. “I understand if you don't want to be-”

“I never said that.” I giggled.

He raised his eyebrows gently. “So...?”

“Sure. I guess.” I teased, biting my lip.

Colby smiled, his dimples appearing briefly, as he leaned in and kissed me deeply.

<< CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 20 >>

[harryswatermelonsegment]

Pool Party

Pairing: Reader/Harry Styles

Rating: R, text book smut

Word Count: 5k 😳

Warnings: Slight sub/dom tones I guess? & alcohol consumption

A/N: Sorry this is late, life somewhat resuming here in the UK so it means I’m back at my job. I managed to fall asleep mid edit folks 😳, this is my entry for the @helladirections Summer Feeling Fic Challenge, with the prompt “pool party” click the link for the masterlist. I’m still writing two more, one for @berrynarrybanana ‘s Sex Bucketlist Challenge but it’s turning out to be a 20k slow burn I wasn’t expecting 😬.Oops. But enjoy this one, I’m proud of her. My one other blatant thirst fic can be found here. Reblogs get free gratitude for the next 5 years 🍉💕

You'd been friends with Jeff since your teens, when his parents (despite their wealth), wanted him to get a job at the restaurant you worked at. In their rightful thinking, they wanted him to learn you had to work from the ground up.

Despite your clearly different class background you found a ton of common interests making the whole thing immaterial. He was a caring, down to earth guy and you were both people who really enjoyed sarcastically taunting each other every shift. You'd got used to visiting his house in the hills even though you'd been scared to get lost at first around his parents large house. Becoming solid friends quickly, you'd managed to keep in touch, as much as adult life would now allow anyway.

You knew his main role was managing a pop star but you'd not caught up in a minute and when you did, you kept your job chat out of the conversation where you could. This is why, as you barge through the kitchen, to the pool outside, you're shocked to nearly knock a stunned Harry Styles onto his behind.

"Fuck, shit I'm so sorry" you clutch your chest looking at the red wine on his tank top and his now empty glass. The soiled garment was tucked into some dressy shorts and partly covered by a loud hawaiian patterned shirt. Oh god what had you done?

You were quite honestly mortified. You'd never actually met the man himself, usually meeting Jeff at his for a few drinks or at a restaurant. You'd heard him mentioned in stories about travelling or how his campaigns were running Jeff into the ground with meetings. So, although you weren't a massive fan of his per se, in the way you didn't ask Jeff for updates or info, the way you'd hope you'd meet the attractive pop star was definitely not this.

He looked down at the offending stain then back up into your eyes, keeping his head angled down and blinking through his lashes. You couldn't read his blank expression and it put you on edge.

Maybe it was the heat trapped in the doorway, but as your eyes stayed locked you suddenly felt a fire spread from your navel up to your cheeks, and then from your center down to your toes. Your lower stomach clenched as you stared back at the guy covered in a good 2007 French rouge.

Fuck me he's pretty, you thought.

A rapid film reel of moments; sweaty bodies, those large biceps holding you against the nearest wall, smacking of lips against skin and moans of release flashed in your brain.

It had definitely been a while since you had got laid in your defense, your mood and pent up sexual frustration getting worse by the day as you tried and failed at the L. A. dating scene. Maybe you were picky, but horny and picky was an awful place to be.

However, the reality of the embarrassing scene you were currently a star of, flipped you back into the present.

Seemingly over the initial incident and hopefully not a mind reader to your thirsty brain, he takes you in and smirks.

Harry knew from the way your breathing hitched looking at his torso that you were at least a bit interested. He had clocked you the second you walked in through the big glass doors. A shirt of a band he liked and a natural beauty he wanted to spend some times with you he pondered. Ideally naked.

Zig zagging across the world promoting the album and had left little time to enjoy another person. Status and obligation to his job making it hard to just go out and meet someone. But here you were, dressed unlike anyone else, looking absolutely adorable in your embarrassment. You must be trustworthy if you're in Jeff's home,he wasn't a "bring your friends too" kind of host with his clients usually around.

This could be a fun evening for you both, he thought. Something unspoken, almost magnetic, drawing you both to one another. Surely that wasn't all his side right?

"I was told it was a good year, but I wasn't planning on consuming it quite this way?" inwardly he rolled his eyes at the barely there quip. But you laughed anyway.

"I am so, so awfully sorry, look, let's see if there's some dish liquid or something, possibly some of my next months rent in there too if I have to replace it" you let out a nervous laugh as you walked towards the kitchen. But in all honesty you weren't kidding.

Harry laughed at your sarcastic remark, impressed by your confidence in owning the situation and getting on with things. He casually watched your hips sway past a few people in to the open plan kitchen with as much subtlety as he could, you were confidentially locating all the parts needed to try and remove the offending stain.

"You seem to know your way around 'ere. I'm er…I'm Harry by the way" awkwardly waving as you mixed some solution in the sink drenching a sponge in it.

"Yeah" you smiled turning from the sink with the damp rag "known Jeff a good while, have definitely spilt red wine here before. I'm Y/N" you giggle. The beam from his own mouth matching.

"Ah! Y/N, of course, I've heard him mention you, didn't you once hide rotting mackerel in a unpleasant guys blazer?" he chuckled

"Heyyyy. Only after he spanked my ass getting him the check. Deserved a hot plate to the crotch too" you shot back.

You weren't sure where to go from here the thought of wetting down the white tank yourself definitely appealed but also seemed far too forward.

"Um…" you began gesturing with the sponge in your hand. You expected him to take it from you to sort himself out but..

"Oh yeah sorry" he replied shimmying his shirt off, dumping it on the back of a bar stool, then, crossing his arms across his stomach and lifting the tank top over his head you were slack jawed and frozen taking in the lean muscles and tattoos littered intermittently across his abdomen. He spread the top across the islands worktop flat, then grabbing the sponge with a simple "thanks" and knitting his eyebrows together in concentration as he tried to rid the dull red mark from it's center.

You still hadn't moved. A pink twinge to your cheeks as you watched his shoulder blades and back muscles scrubbing. Dirty thoughts circling your brain still.

"I would have helped you but I didn't want to start a wet tshirt contest in such a high end establishment yknow?" you thought out loud.

"Oh yeah, good call. I'm fiercely competitive Y/N so would probably be under that fancy waterfall thing by now showing off m'moves in my pants" he wiggles his hips trying to suggestively show you his "moves" but you can't help but smirk at just how endearing this man is. Dammit.

When he's finished with his shirt he drapes it over another barstool before handing you the sponge back.

If anyone asks him if he blatantly and deliberately got naked to gauge if you were into him he'd definitely deny it. But the truth is, he definitely did. Luckily for him, with the way you bite your lip and drag your eyes down his flesh as he brushes past your side to get back to the sink, he's right.

"Speaking of getting in the water in your" you use air quotes "'pants' I'm off to get out of mine" you declare, pushing yourself from the counter and keeping eye contact a second as you stroll back to the sliding doors leading to the pool.

"I… What??"

" The pool Harry?.... What did you think I meant?" you narrow your eyes and press your lips together before shutting the glass door again and turning once more to smirk at the opened mouthed man still by the sink.

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You'd been schmoozing in the water for a few hours now. There were probably only 20 or so people still here and the 3rd frozen marg had got you buzzed. You were in the small hot tub type pool, attached at the top of the main one on a slightly higher level. You hadn't seen Harry for a while but the last few times you caught his eye he'd been surrounded by at least 3 other people fighting for his attention, so you banked your flirtations to soothe your own ego, grabbed another marg and tried to forget about how he had started a tornado inside you, yearning for his hands on your thighs and head peering up at you from where they met in the middle. The strong pull of lust was clearly in your head then. What a shame.

You put it to the back of your mind as you finished catching up with Glenne. Both flushed and giggly as usual, she was the perfect match for Jeff and their chemistry unmatchable. You always enjoyed hanging out with the both of them, if anything, they gave you hope your own match may be out there. She left you in the tub alone, as she went to grab herself another drink and check on her host duties boyfriend.

"Don't you find drinking whilst already in water the weirdest thing?" you look up to find Harry standing over your right shoulder as you sit with your back against the pool wall and your elbows propping you up behind you, drink in one hand. His eyes unsubtley slip down to where your breasts lay pushed together in your halter neck bikini. You definitely weren't imagining it then. Fucking fantastic, you think.

"I mean drowning yourself on the inside from the alcohol and being in more than 4 inches of water really adds a danger element to my life if I'm honest" you reply sipping your drink.

And there goes those dimples again.

He's just in a pair of yellow swimming shorts now which doesn't help the alcohol flush at all. Sitting by your right side, putting his short glass full of amber liquid and ice, on the side of the pool and sliding in to join you. He leaves a small gap, as to not appear a total letch but your smart mouth has him hooked.

Taking a sip of his drink with the water up to his collar bones he hums.

"I do feel incredibly dangerous now, you've got a point"

"I mean if you think that's danger" you edge closer, not drunk but buzzed enough to take your chances you whisper into the shell of his ear. "You should see what thrills are in the guest bathroom. 1st floor on the right? " he chokes on his drink as your suggestive whispers make his dick twitch. He definitely couldn't get out of the pool for a while.

You're gone before you get a verbal reaction. If this all goes badly then you can just hide in there and slip out to an Uber and never see Jeff again right? Right. Cool.

With a soft white towel around you and your heart rate high as you reach the main guest bedroom you enter the room, you notice a large weekend bag in there and freeze. Shit. Someone's staying over, you hadn't factored that in, but a glance to the tag and the embossed H. E. S tells you you're good. Well, if not you'll just be a creep hiding in someone's bathroom but let's not think about it too much. Your faux confidence was working well so far and what other chance was going to arise like this one? Hot celebrities need fun with strangers too right?

Entering the bathroom you rub the towel over you, leaving mostly dry skin. You'd peel away your bikini if you were definite you wouldn't need to peel it back up your limbs should this plan backfire. You move to the mirror to adjust the black flecks from your minimal makeup dispersing under your eye and just as you're about to smooth down the stray baby hairs that humidity has got to around your face, you see Harry appear in the mirror behind you. Your belly flipping over and over with the thrill he'd took the bait.

Wasting no time he smirks and holds your gaze, wrapping his hands around your waist whilst his lips attach to the junction of your neck and collarbone. His tongue drags over your soft skin and he licks and softly sucks swirls onto it with his plush lips.

"Hm. You're right. This is a more fun type of danger" he says between kisses but before he's even finished his sentence you've spun around in his arms.

The bottom of your spine cold against the marble countertop, arms around his neck as you smash your lips into one another's with urgency. Tongues and wet noises as you get to know one another through your bodies alone.

He runs his hands down your back and presses his hard length against your thigh. He's definitely packing you think as you lift up a little rub your pubic bone against his front, panting out a little moan as the sweet friction of your bodies colliding sends you into overdrive. Catching the noise through your parted lips he gently tugs on the bottom one, teeth grazing the supple flesh. This combined with his large palms kneading your ass and pulling you further, tighter, into the roll of his hips. Only two layers of damp clothing separate you,forcing your lips to break from his mouth and fully moan, not caring who may be around. You could not remember the last time a perfect stranger knew your body quite this well.

His own grunts were speeding up when he suddenly grabs the back of your thighs and hoists you up beside the sink, you gasp in shock but it was more the way the lean man thrusted you up there like it was nothing. What else could he do? You expect him to go back to kissing you but instead he pulls back with his rock hard erection outlined in the wet shorts he still has on. Looking at you dead in the eyes both raging with lust and concern. Whilst you try not to worry how you were going to accommodate him inside your tight walls.

"Is this…? I mean, you want this too right?" his hands are resting at either side of your parted thighs. You nod. "Need you to say it Y/N" he steps forward, lips wet and brushes the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip that was now puffy and pink from the earlier biting. He knew you were down to fuck, but now he wanted to test your preferences. What kind of fun you were about to have shall we say. So when you lick his thumb tip, holding his fist still and grazing your wet tongue up and down from knuckle to tip before closing your eyes and humming around the entire digit, he knew you were both in for a good time.

Removing the thumb he whispers a barely audible "fuck me" before smashing your lips back together, tongues massaging together as he peels your underwear to the side with his hand swiftly and presses digit you'd lubricated with your mouth against your clit, moving it fast from side to side with just the right amount of pressure to make your head spin. Gasping, you throw your head back, hands clasped around his neck as you lean back and feel yourself start to leak a little with arousal. The few spots dripping down on to the counter.

You could say it had been a while but really this guy was moving his way round your body in the same way you tune a guitar in key. Calloused fingers applying the right amount of pressure as you felt yourself start to get to the edge already. He was kissing down the front if your chest, between your breasts, not missing a beat when he pushed both triangles of your bikini aside and you moaned loudly as he kissed and sucked hard around your nipple, tentatively pulling it between his teeth firmly, the sound you let out made him clamp a little harder before sucking in the whole nipple again, soothing the skin his tongue. Most likely leaving a mark behind, but you kind of liked the idea of proof he'd been devouring you in all honesty.

You were becoming blissed out from all the stimulation. Clenching and moving your hips around nothing but this magical thumb working your clit up and down hard. You were overcome with this whole situation playing out the way it had. You broke away from his mouth again.

"Oh fuck.. Harry, I'm… FuckFuck I'm going to come, I'm gonna fucking… Ahhh" he pulled back one arm steadying you as your head hit the mirror behind you in your release. He just watched you and slowed his thumb down watching as the liquid cascaded onto the counter.

After you'd come down you open your eyes and shyly smiled before kissing him passionately, his hands moving around your waist tightly. You moved your hand to his shorts, teasingly grazing the outline of his cock between your fingers in hopes of repaying the favour. He does a single throaty laugh and removes your hand, holding himself against his thigh. You look at him in confusion when he splutters,

"Sorry, sorry its just I'm going t'blow my load if you touch me." then he's back on your lips "Too. Fucking. Sexy" he says between wet kisses to your jaw, neck and clavicle. "Wanted to do this since I first set eyes on you" one hand is on the back of his neck twisting nape curls between your fist whilst the other rests behind you, stopping you from hitting your head on the mirror again.

"Oh yeah? Before or after I ruined your clothes?" you laugh teasingly as he slides his hands around your back to finally remove the bikini top properly, lifting it up over your head and tossing it aside somewhere on the floor. He let's a laugh out himself completely entranced still by how natural you are around him, it was often hard to connect with strangers in his position.

"I'd spotted you walking in, was trying to open the door for you m'love" he says before sucking a red mark into your breast and massaging and pulling the other nipple slightly with his hand.

You struggle through sharp intakes of breath for a reply.

"Well….ah...that's what chivalry.. Oh.. Get's you these days I guess" and you're both laughing a little.

"Hmm. Have to try harder with my manners then won't I? I mean, I've got to clear up the mess I've made here" he cups his hand against your pussy rubbing it up and down a little with his palm. You let out a guttural noise at the friction. "Ladies first and all'tha too right?" he giggles again at himself.

You're practically cumming right then, you couldn't remember the last time someone actually went down on you. Your previous boyfriend not particularly into offering you foreplay. A main point of why he didn't stick around too long.

Harry kisses down your abdomen now, soft sloppy, sensual pecks, humming into your skin every so often in appreciation as he works at removing your soaked bikini bottoms with his hands, pushing them down to your knees before you help, letting them fall from the remaining ankle to the ground.

Harry is moving far too slow for you, kissing across each hip down to the top of your slit, breathing over where you desperately need him before paying the other side the same attention. Then he's licking up each crease where your thigh meets your pelvis.

"Y/N, just.. Just turn, that's it and lean back as far as you can there, shuffle forward until can't balance anymore" you shift your ass as forward as possible on the lip of the sink and prop yourself up on your elbows trying to be as flat as possible on the cold counter as you could, your toes behind the sink with one foot the other dangling over the edge. You keep you thighs open as Harry hunches over the counter where you now lay diagonal. He places his arms under your thighs and bends your legs flat out as he can stretch you, you're expecting some more teasing but he just looks down at your pussy licking over his lips and almost whining before burying his tongue inside you immediately. The force of his tongue lapping up your previous climax causes you once again to knock the side of your head against the mirrored wall. You turn and watch the scene almost as a spectator, witnessing yourself bare to this beautiful man, curly brown hair between your fists and making sounds like he's savouring every taste. He catches you watching before taking his mouth off you, immediately, you're whining in protest.

"Watch my eyes not my reflection baby, I'm right here"

His authoritative tone eclipsing every thought you had about the casual nickname, you stared down at the wonderful site of him lapping and suckling on your clit. Pointed tongue and firm laps against the swollen button. He then starts lapping up at your glistening hole,unhooking an arm to spread your lips open between his fingers and licking right from the bottom to the top with all the sloppy wet noises involved. He was feeling you contract as he locked faster and faster over you. His tongue deserved an award never mind his music. You couldn't believe you were on the brink of a second orgasm so quickly but when he sunk his middle finger into you at the same pace his tongue was working at, you were screaming his name into the extractor fan above before you knew it. You felt waves of liquid cascade from your pussy as he gently lapped up the produce of his work from you. You flinched in overstimulation but he cleaned up every last drop tenderly before carefully closing your legs and pivoting you round to your previous sitting up position on the counter. Neither of you had spoken a word since you came but as he leads your arms to drape over your shoulders, holding your fucked out body against his chest whilst peppering your temple with soft pecks . Then he kisses you intensely, letting you taste the sweet juices of yourself on his lips. You hummed in approval of the sweet taste as you came round.

A few minutes of carnal making out and things were heating up again. Your hands cupping his jaw then sliding to graze fingernails up and down his back, digging them in a little harder now and again and causing goosebumps to pierce through the skin rapidly under your touch.

You could feel him swallowing down grunts from the friction he was getting from his shorts covered cock brushing up and down between your slick folds.

He'd made you cum twice. Hard. He always got off of making his partners cum of course, so he was feeling beyond turned on and the slight heat of your glistening folds against his length was almostvsending him over the edge.

"I want you inside me" you whispered against his lips desperately.

No sooner had you said the words, his left hand was frantically searching through the vanities top drawer in hope. Finding a packet, checking the date quickly then tearing it between his teeth, spitting the seal onto the floor and pushing his shorts to his ankles, stepping out of them at speed before kicking them away.

He smirked when he caught your eyes bulge at his cock. He knew it was above average but the reaction was always a further compliment he thought.

Stepping forward he put on a show of putting the condom on, first rubbing the drops of sticky pre cum at the head and down his length keeping his eyes locked to yours as you wriggled on the counter with anticipation. He whined a little as it squeezed him rolling it on, so red and over sensitive from turning you on. So that's why, when you grabbed for it, he stilled your hand. Dimples appearing back in his cheeks as you looked again in confusion. He kisses you, languishing the moment before grabbing you forward from the countertop to the floor again, still keeping your lips attached. He lightly grips at your hips and turns you round to face the mirror once more.

Harry lightly grabs your throat, and the way you whimper and push your ass back against him, makes him mentally bank that idea for later perhaps. He runs his left hand up the column of your neck lightly holding your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him with his hand on your face and the other already working up and down your folds.

"I want you to watch us. Want you to watch yourself come apart. Want to watch you cum around my cock yeah? " he whispers in your ear. You noticeably shiver with excitement of what's to come.

"Please Harry, please, need it, need you."

You watch yourself babble and beg for his cock. The pathetic whimper from yourself as you try and circle your ass into his crotch again to encourage it happening. You were never patient and he's driving you insane here.

Bringing two fingers infront of your lips as you watch yourself in the mirror he looks you dead in the eye through the reflection.

"Spit" so you do, "good girl" he says kissing your cheek. His saliva lubed fingers are back rubbing your clit quickly whilst his knee nudges the back of yours to spread your feet wider as he kisses the back of your neck and shoulders. When he pauses next you're not expecting the hard thrust of him entering you entirely, sure you were dripping wet with the result of two orgasms but you cry out in a mix of stretch and pleasure as he pounds into you at a furious pace. His spare hand not on your clit is holding the bottom of your spine down as he keeps up his rhythm. His pace was that of a man desperate for release after watching you fall apart on his fingers and tongue. The build up meant he was already close as you tight walls fluttered around him. He pleads with you to stop tightening your walls around him or he's not going to last he whimpers.

You were already close again, you'd never cum this many times or this quickly in your life but you were ready for another round and by the sounds of him and the stutter his pace kept slipping you knew he was close too.

You quickly removed his hand, sucking your own fingers into your mouth to replace his own at your clit.

"M'gonna cum, but… OhOh fuck.. But need you harder. Deeper" you manage to get out.

He grunts a curse before squeezing your hips at a pressure that will leave marks tomorrow but the delight in the speed he was now able to snap his hips against the swells of your ass, was well worth it. It only took a few more seconds with the fingers that knew you best, for you to gush against his cock. Feeling absolutely exhausted you slump your sweaty chest onto the cold counter.

His orgasm taking him by surprise when you clenched up to milk him dry. He all but shouts your name as his hips stutter and you feel the warmth of his cum fill the one barrier between you.

His lips were back on your sweaty neck for a second whilst he disposed of the used condom. He ran the walk in shower and wordlessly you took his offered hand to join him under the hot spray. You'd never had an encounter end like this before not that you were a seasoned professional but after 3 orgasms the way his hands moved round your body under the water, washing away your antics with sweet strawberry-banana smelling suds on the flannel, left you with a warm floaty feeling the worn off alcohol never had.

He gently wipes your makeup from under your eyes then, smiling at the cute way your nose wrinkles slightly as he rubs at each eyebrow.

"I don't even have words" you finally laugh out blushing, not able to stand his gauge as you say it.

"Oh. So that's how to make that smart mouth o'yours stop is it? " he grins, you gasp in mock offense and go to say something but going under your chin with his thumb with his forefinger to connect your lips under the warm water spray he kisses you when you pull away you can't help but ask.

"So does this make us even on one ruined fancy vest then?"

"Hmmmm" he ponders with both hands on your face looking at the ceiling out if the falling water. " I'm not sure, I mean it was a custom, pretty high going rate those yeah"

"Yeahhhh you're right, you're right. Better factor in the cost of the custom job then hadn't I huh?"

You hurriedly sink to your knees on the tiled floor.

[pinencurls]

“I could just hold you and listen to your voice all night long.”

Hiii so this is my entry to @stellarboystyles‘s three year anniversary fic challenge! I’ve been busy with getting ready for classes starting and balancing other stuff so I wrote it on and off for a week and a bit but I hope you all enjoy! Feedback is so so encouraged and appreciated <3 

Here’s my masterlist of some other stuff I’ve written x 

Enemies (more like friends but oops) to lovers, prompt 9 “I could just hold you and listen to your voice all night long.”

14k+ :) Not read through sorry! pls let me know of any mistakes and I’ll correct them <3 (also i k n o w the title's bad but i couldn’t think of anything, pls feel free to leave any recs.)

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It isn’t that I hate Harry. He just makes me feel...insecure. He’s never said or done anything directly but it’s hard to feel good about yourself when all your closest confidants seem to compare you to somebody else, somebody they so clearly hold higher above you. There wasn’t a single day I could meet a mutual friend of mine and Harry’s and not have them sing his praises, and apparently everyone was a mutual friend. I’ve known Julia and Theo for years, we all met in uni when they first started going out but it wasn’t until a year ago that I somehow ended up finding myself a regular within the friendship group they’d formed when they both went into the music and fashion industries. They had ties everywhere and after a pure coincidence of running into them and their circle at a pub, almost all my weekends were spent in various art galleries or new restaurants owned by somebody’s cousin or the guy they met last night at a Fleetwood Mac concert. 

I’d met Harry about five months into hanging out with the group. He’d known them a lot longer than I had, weaving his way into the little pockets of interesting people for years since the x factor. I was busy with work the first few times he was in town but after a while, Nick, the persistent party planner of the group who always managed to wrangle us together, insisted that I just had to meet him.                  . . . . . 

Eleanor’s house is huge and buzzing with hundreds of strangers. I cling to Julia and Theo’s side, Nick and Eleanor are nowhere in sight - most likely playing host or drinking too much chardonnay in another corner of the house. These four are the only people I can say I really know here, sure there are a few familiar faces on the dance floor, either from having met them at any of Eleanor's past elaborate parties or just because of they’re not so subtle fame. That’s another thing, all the people sipping wine and dancing around me are fairly...well known. Either just within the industry or to the general public too, they’d all gain fairly high status. It was a fluke really that I got on so well with Julia when we first met on a fashion course in uni. 

Julia had big goals, all of which she was on track to fulfil, that conflicted slightly with mine. Her goals consisted of runway show models clad in designer brands she might one day contribute to whereas mine were more...anti, that whole world. It took a few years to find a steady footing but eventually, I was proud of where I’d ended up: a comfortable little cubby in the fashion and sustainability columns of a handful of independent magazines. After a few nights out with Julia, I was pleasantly surprised to find her shared interests and solidarity in my work and ambitions of her own within the same ideology. But whilst that’s all well and good, I’m still very much the small indie journalist that slips through the cracks when it comes to small talk at these kinds of events. It became apparent pretty quickly that my latest articles on how fast fashion had begun its destruction of a liveable environment in developing countries weren’t as relevant or interesting to the people promoting Prada and Calvin Klein as the next met gala theme. 

“Do you want another drink?” Theo asks from beside me, pulling my focus from my scan of the room. 

“No thanks..I’m good.” I murmur, debating how long I have to stay before I can slip out and feel a little less awkward around all the people I have no clue how to talk to. “Think I’m gonna head off actually..”

“Look I know you hate networking, but this is just a chill get-together yeah?” Theo chuckles, squeezing my shoulder before taking another sip from his gin and tonic. “We’re in the same boat about these snooty things but tonight’s not like that, relax a bit will ya.” 

Theo works mostly with small-time music artists, producing debut albums and such so we share the same deep discomfort for the many events we often find ourselves at. It’s how we got close really, week after week we’d trail behind Julia as she strikes up conversations with Hollywood elite...and he always makes getting piss drunk in someone’s pool house exceptionally fun. 

Before I can further any excuses about getting home to start on the legitimate and ever-growing pile of work deadlines on my desk, a tall man in far too much Gucci to belong anywhere but in a room full of models and artists makes a beeline straight from the bar to our awkward party. 

“Harry!” Theo shouts, embracing the slightly tipsy man in a hug he reciprocates. 

“It’s been too long mate, how ‘ave you been?” Harry cheers, leaning back from the hug and grinning down at his friend. 

“I’ve been good - busy, enjoying the free bar as always.” Theo jokes, motioning between his and my matching G and T’s. Harry’s eyes wander up from the drink, realisation dawning on his face as he smiles again.

“Ah and you must be the famous Olivia,” He reaches his hand out to mine and shakes it lightly. “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself, ‘m Harry, it’s good to finally meet you, love.”  

“Likewise.” I smile, trying to suppress the blush his words of endearment tease. I can’t deny the natural charm and charisma everyone always talks about now that it’s hitting me straight on. There’s something about the way he doesn’t hesitate to hold eye contact just that little bit longer that makes the room go still for just a second. He’d got it down to a T.

“Aww I see you two have finally met!” Nick interrupts. My hand falls from Harry’s grip as he’s welcomed into another hug. “About fucking time as well, been trying get this one to take a night off for weeks!”

“I literally came out with you last Thursday!” I counter, not missing the smirk setting on Harry’s face as he watches Nick and I’s back and forth. “And the Saturday before, come to think of it I’m always out with you Nicky.” 

“Not when Harry’s in town though n’ that’s a different kinda night.” Nick laughs, his beer sloshing slightly in his free hand as his other remains draped over Harry’s shoulders. 

That was maybe the first sign of my slight resentment for Harry. All night I wandered around with Theo hearing little bits of conversations, all surrounding the star of the party. I understood this wasn’t his doing, his humility was clear in every one of his bashful attempts to turn the conversation away from his growing achievements and onto literally anything else. He was, however, a self-proclaimed narcissist. Every time somebody would swoon over him and insist he stay the topic of conversation, a smirk tugged at his lips and stayed there as he consumed the endless and animated praise from almost all the party guests. 

I’d expected some of his qualities to be untrue, learning from the past never to believe blindly of someone’s pure character when you didn’t truly know them. Especially when they frequented the gossip columns. But it wasn’t him so much, he was true to his motto of kindness and courteous even as people fawned over him, it was more the attention that surrounded him. As the night went on it became clear what Nick meant even if he didn’t know it himself. A night out with Harry was different because everyone made sure to capitalize off how different he made them feel.

. . . . .

“Can I get you anything else M’am?” The young waitress asks as she clears up my empty mug and saucer. My eyes falter a little as they adjust from the blue light of my laptop I’ve been staring at for the last twenty minutes. 

“Um- oh please could I just get a refill?” I ask. 

“Sure thing - mint tea right?” She smiles, adjusting the mug in her hands to make a quick note. 

 “Yeah..s’perfect - thank you.” She’s gone before she hears my delayed gratitudes, definitely used to the throngs of bemused writers tapping away at their laptops for hours. 

I turn back to my open google doc. So far it’s written in two parts I have no idea how to connect and my senseless rereading hasn’t resulted in any legitimate progress in almost an hour. I’d accept the rut I’m stuck in and work on something else for the day if I didn’t only have the day. Last night had been filled with plans of settling in early and finishing the last two thousand words on an upcoming sustainable clothing brand. That all went out the window of course as my phone buzzed off the kitchen counter with Nick’s insistence of yet another night out to celebrate ending the work week - his was quite different to mine. It was easy to ignore the persistent beeping of my phone as new texts and call notifications popped up every three minutes, but less so when the rhythmic bursts of noise were replaced by knocks on my front door. 

Within 40 minutes of opening it to Nick in a silk shirt and jeans too skinny for someone pushing thirty, I was two drinks in and dancing to Blue DeTiger with a pair of hands on my waist that I didn’t entirely recognise. It was just the six of us: Me, Nick, Ellie, Theo, Julia and Harry.

He was hard to ignore, not that I was trying particularly hard. On the drive over, the limited backseat space in Nick’s car and close proximity had practically forced me into his lap. Even with thighs pressed tightly against each other, we hardly talked, a few polite hellos here and there and then silence as we listened to Eleanor recall her latest night with whichever blonde bassist was her ‘soulmate’ that week. The whole ride over, Harry kept his hands on the thigh closest to the door and leant his shoulders the same way as to touch me as little as possible - which was still quite a lot considering the packed five seater pushing seven passengers. It was fairly common knowledge we weren’t close and I got the feeling he wasn’t too keen on me, but he could at least not act like touching me would be the worst thing ever. 

As the night went on he clung to Theo, ever the cuddly drunk, and I stayed more to the pleasant stranger I’d found on the dance floor.

No meanest was ever intended between us but I couldn’t help but watch the kindergarten like bitterness grow as everyone just loved him. We couldn’t go anywhere without a crying fan or two approaching the sweet and smiling man who always answered their questions affectionately and hugged them goodbye. The times he was out of town were always filled with comments about his absence, as if none of us were good enough without his added presence. I couldn’t help but wonder why they even bothered to bring me into their little group. The lack of closeness between Harry and I felt almost like a lack of closeness to the group as a whole, despite how much my individual friendships with everyone advanced. 

Just as I thank the waitress - Alice, her name tag read, and take the first sip of my third tea (I had to switch after a particularly strong starter coffee) I notice a familiar man out the corner of my eye looking just as rough as me. Of course he’s wearing it better than I am. 

Harry collects a drink from the counter and bows his head slightly in thanks, turning and catching my eye just as he’s on his way out. He waves with his free hand and shoots me a candid smile before making a quick change in direction towards my small table. 

“Long time no see,” He pulls the chair opposite me out a little as he chuckles at his own joke. He perches lightly, temporarily. “How’ve you been?”

“A little hungover, I won’t lie..” I laugh, surprised by the whole encounter. “You?” 

“Same, I might have had a shot or two too many,” I nod knowingly and shut my laptop softly. He sips what smells like coffee before going on. “Are ya workin? Sorry to interrupt.” 

“Oh no- I mean I am but it doesn’t matter really, ‘ve kinda hit a dead end.” His eyes hover, waiting for me to go on. “I was gonna get it done last night but Nick had other plans..” 

“Yeah Nick’ll do that to you,” He laughs, “What’re you writing ‘bout?” 

He leans slightly forwards, holding eye contact and shuffling comfortably into his chair. 

“Oh just this promotional piece on a new company, they’re hiring young women and training them to make these handmade clothes. They’re paying them above minimum wage and focusing on sustainability so this editor I’ve written for before offered me it.” I’m not really sure how sincere he is in his curiosity, he always seems to have time to listen when Julia has a new design plan or Theo’s found a new artist but that’s different really. I stop before I start to ramble, just in case. 

“That’s so cool, what kinda stuff are they making?” He prompts, resting his chin on his fist, imitating the posture of an eager little kid. 

“They've started stocking stuff by other independent artists but mostly dungarees and these cool cord trousers, they’d suit you actually, even got some 70s style ones.” Now that the two worlds are colliding in my head, I can’t help but imagine Harry in a pair of their forest green cords, the wide legs would almost bury his vans but a part of me is pretty sure he’d love them. 

“Thanks, if they come at your recommendation I might have to get my hands on a pair,” He smiles, his tone’s a lot different to the usual polite cheer, it’s difficult to place where it’s landed before he’s talking again. “Reminds me of that show you took us to with the upcycled clothes, all those dungarees made of old quilts - remember?” 

It’d been a small exhibit just outside of London I’d mentioned offhandedly and somehow ended up showing everyone around. It was nice to have them all in my world for an evening. Marcus, a friend of mine from college, had put it together and created a lot of the pieces. He and the others I’d met through my work were fairly shocked to say the least when Harry Styles came traipsing through the doors behind me. All night he quietly asked Nick questions, to which Nick only responded by motioning towards me and wandering off to the bar. 

“I do - I’m surprised you do to be honest.” It slips before I can decide if it sounds passive aggressive or not. To be fair, it had been a surprise to me, meeting everyone at the train station and watching Harry and Nick scramble out a taxi and run towards us. He’d been dressed in proper gallery attire and seemed genuinely thrilled to be joining in on the rare night I actually played host. 

“Course I do, it was a good night...I’d choose it over Nick’s tequila Tuesdays anyday.” His phone buzzes on the table, a text popping up in green. “Oh I- my manager’s waiting sorry.” 

A sheepish smile is accompanied by a loose arm movement towards the door where, out on the street, I see Jeff. He’s shaking his head and motioning for Harry to hurry up. Had Harry sat down to talk to me whilst his manager had been waiting this whole time? 

“It was good running into you, good luck with it all,” He stands. “See you friday yeah?” 

I’d totally forgotten about his “Whenever I’m in town Friday film night.” until he mentioned it. I’d been twice in the past and stayed quietly to my corner of the sofa, only watching as everyone else laughed at whatever romcom had been chosen that night. 

“I-maybe.” He shakes his head as I smile, not quite ready to commit a whole evening to watching Nick raid Harry’s wine cellar. 

“You better, I’m gonna need to hear more ‘bout those cords.” He points his hand in a kind of joking reprimand/wave before he’s gone back down the aisle of tables to the door where Jeff ruffles a hand through his hair and laughs when his hands fly to fix the now birdnest of brown curls. 

I open my laptop back up, skimming over the last few lines I wrote to get myself back on track. I take a sip and my tea’s gone cold. 

. . . . .

“Are you coming to Harry’s tonight?” Eleanor asks down the phone, her voice chipper as she no doubt raids her closet. 

“Maybe, I don’t know..I’ve got this deadline Monday morning that I’m nowhere near meeting.” 

“Come on Liv, we haven’t seen you all properly together since last month, and last week doesn’t count it was too loud to actually talk!” She chimes in, the sound of clothes being tossed to the floor clear in the distant background. “Have you got a problem with Harry or something?” 

“No Elle, of course I don’t-” 

“Then why do you guys never talk? You hardly come with us when he’s around and when you do you barely even say hello.” Eleanor complains, she’s mentioned it in the past but it’s been easy to blow off with excuses of how busy he usually was making his way around the room to greet everyone or how we just hadn’t known each other that long and weren't particularly close yet. 

“I just...I don’t know, I don’t think he likes me very much.” I pause. I still haven't decided what last Saturday was in the cafe. “We’re not really close and I’d prefer not to spend another night listening to people tell him - and everyone else - how great he is.” 

“You’re saying that like he’s some arrogant twit, if you came out with us more you’d see what he’s really like around his friends. Or you know, you could actually talk to him when we’re together and see that he’s not a dick?” 

It was a fair point. I haven’t made much of an effort over the past year to spend any time with him outside of larger gatherings or to have genuine conversations with him that went past the weather or a new jacket one of us had on. Maybe he really is a good guy away from all the pretentious crowds and watchful eyes he usually called to our group. He’d certainly seemed different in the quiet Saturday surroundings of Blondies Coffee Roasters in between sips of coffee. 

“Okay, okay yeah I’ll see you there.” We hang up a couple of minutes later and I’m left alone in my kitchen again.

. . . . . 

“Hey!” Harry cheers as the door swings open to reveal him in yet another pair of flared pants that hung comfortably around his waist. “Come in, come in.” 

We all pile in through the doorway as he steps aside. Arms weaving through each other as we hang coats and jackets and Julia passes Harry the fruit platter she’d made (and scolded us all for picking at on the drive over.) 

“Oh very appropriate,” Harry laughs as he uncovers the tray to reveal an array of sliced watermelon, strawberries and grapes, He sets the fruit down on the table in the lounge for us all to eat and shakes his head lightly. I look up at Julia for an explanation but she’s too busy claiming the comfiest loveseat for the night. “I’m never telling you anything again, Jules.” 

Julia and Harry tease each other for a moment more until Theo catches my confused stares and laughs to himself. 

“Harry wrote a song ‘bout fruit- another one actually,” Theo starts, tucking himself beside Julia and letting her take over before he can finish. “S’not just about fruit though is it H?” 

Harry blushes slightly and settles his glare on Julia as he carries six wine glasses through to the table. 

“‘S about watermelon, it just has some..” He clears his throat as he fumbles for his next sentence. “Other themes to it too.” 

“As if mate,” Theo’s laughter booms, “ Basically Liv, he wrote this new song the other day all about how much he loves to-” 

“Watermelon!” Harry yells, pointing an accusatory finger at Theo. “S’all about how much I love watermelons...I’m a fruit guy.” 

“Oh are we talking about the pussy song?” 

All heads snap round to see Nick, obviously having let himself in and now chuckling softly to himself as he leans against the archway into the room. 

“Oh sorry H, were you tryna give an interview answer?” 

Harry just slaps his palm over his eyes and lets his shoulders shake for a minute before he bounces back to host mode. 

“Okay!” I can’t help but notice how flushed the tips of his ears are as he claps his hands together, desperately trying to move on from the conversation. “Who wants wine?” 

Fifteen minutes later everyone is settled onto the sofas with an array of throws between us and a layout of fruits, crisps and other mid rom com snacks that make me feel bad I left my flat in too much of a hurry to remember anything but hummus. 

“Okay - Sixteen Candles, When Harry Met Sally or Mamma Mia?” Nick calls out, waving the tv remote above his head to get everyone's attention. An outpour of votes follows - you’d think between only six of us we’d be able to sort out a process by now but still we fall into momentary anarchy as the room divides. 

“Mamma Mia is a classic!” Eleanor protests as Nick’s shaking his head. 

“And Billy Crystal isn’t?” He yells back, eyes wide and genuinely offended. 

“Colin Firth is arguably more iconic, Nick really, come on.” Theo sighs. He accepts the high fives Ellie and I reach out to him and saluts us both. 

“We’ve all seen Mamma Mia before though, we’ve never watched When Harry Met Sally all together,” Julia points out, winning a smirk and nod of approval from Nick. 

There’s a beat of silence while Nick weighs up the votes in his head. He tilts to the side slightly and eyes Harry up, our gazes following. 

“Harry?” 

“Ellie?” 

“Come on, you’ve got the last vote here, and I know how much you like Meryl.” Nick gasps a little, the mention of Meryl Streep as a wager to win Harry over to his opposing team was definitely foul play in his eyes. 

“Yeah but he loves When Harry Met Sally...and he is a narcissist..” Julia offers into the debate, a few snickers follow her comment before we all turn to look at Harry. We’re all already half a glass in but I could swear for just a moment his eyes lingered over me, fluttering down to my smile before turning back to announce his decision to Nick. 

“I’m afraid I am in the mood for a bit of Abba,” Cheers and not so subtle murmurs of frustration fill the lounge as Nick scrolls through the Romance bar on Netflix before clicking on the film of just over half of our choosing. 

Everyone goes quiet as the film starts, breaking out into bursts of song only as the cast does. From the conversation in the car, it’s pretty clear everyone has just been through a pretty tiring week. We all tended to pile our workload a little heavy so it was always nice to escape for a few hours at the weekend and relax together.

Just as Voulez-vous plays through the room, a slightly tipsy Nick leans into Harry to serenade the singer with his own rendition. The duo sway slightly, both narrowly avoiding Nick’s wild limbs before there’s a crash and Harry’s cursing. 

“Oh- H, Sorry!” 

Nick’s wine glass that’d been balanced on the coffee table in front of him moments before now lays on its side. The, luckily white, wine trickles down onto the rug but most noticeably splashes into Harry’s lap. I’m not entirely sure how he managed it, it must have flown forwards when it was knocked but Harry quickly stands to access the damage. 

“I’m so sorry Harry I-” 

“Don’t worry mate, I’m just gonna go change and toss these in the wash..could you wipe that up for me?” Nick nods, looking a little less cheerful and a lot more guilty now as Harry makes it way out the room. He calls behind him: “Keep watching I’ll only be a second!” 

Nick finishes wiping down the table and rug just as Harry jogs back into the room. I don’t mean to and I’m never one to check people out..unless very subtly, but I can’t help but let my eyes linger a little. 

He’s still in his plain tee but instead of his fancy pants he’s found some soft wash denim jeans. The whole look paired with his thick rimmed glasses and how his hair's gotten tousled about by Nick throughout the night just made him look so...ordinary. Not in any bad way, anyone who met Harry knew he could never be ordinary, no matter how casual he dressed, but something about seeing him abandon the more dressed up looks and go for the comfortable option just made him seem different. 

In a second his green eyes are complimenting the look too as he gazes down at me. 

“Hi,” He mouths, nobody’s taken much notice of his return, yet another musical number taking everyone’s attention. It’s my turn to blush a little now. I avert my eyes quickly, anywhere really, before sneaking a quick look up at him to smile back. 

Ellie had helped Nick in the “For fucksake save Harry’s rug it probably costs more than your car” mission and had stolen the seat beside him after they were done. It slipped my mind until Harry set the new bottle of wine on the table and sunk down into the space beside me, He curls one leg underneath him and slips me one more smile before turning back to the screen just as Donna and Sam start singing SOS.

. . . . . 

“Ah shit, I think I left my book!” I curse just as we make it down the road to Julia’s car. Parking was shit so by the time we found a spot we’d ended up a good 15 minutes away from Harry’s house. “You guys go on, I’m only round the corner anyway.” 

Theo and Julia were familiar with my stubbornness so let me go, yelling their goodbyes after a few hugs as they drove away, Ellie and Nick do the same as they clamber into a taxi. I turn quickly in the chilly air and make my way back down the street to Harry’s drive, punching in the familiar code at his gate before running up to the door hastily. 

It was open - as always, so I let myself in. He was probably still cleaning the lounge up after we all got a little too tipsy. 

“Hey it’s me...just left my book sorry!” I call down the hallway. It’s quiet despite the light Paul Simon playing in the distance so I make my way quickly to the sofas I’d spent most of the night on, praying to avoid an awkward run-in with Harry. 

Although we’d actually shared some light conversation throughout the night and a handful of smiles, I’m not sure we’re quite at the stage in our friendship that me more or less breaking into his house wouldn’t be awkward to run into. 

The lounge is empty when I get there. The side tables are still littered with wine glasses and tacky red rings on coasters but no Harry in sight. Or book for that matter. 

I start pulling back the cushions carefully - god knows how much they cost. Despite scouring the one spot I’d pretty much clung to the whole night -  incidentally beside Harry -  I have no luck. Nick tossed the book back to me at some point in the night after reading it by my recommendation but knowing him it could have ended up anyway. I follow the breadcrumbs of our night down another hallway as I vaguely remember Nick talking about a certain plot twist as we searched Harry’s kitchen cupboards for the wine he’d sent us off to restock. 

As I come around the white archway into his kitchen I catch a glimpse of him from around the kitchen island. He has his back turned to me but he’s leant forwards against a counter with ring covered fingers clutching the edge, a glass of amber liquid set slightly away from him. 

“Oh, sorry I was just-” He jumps a little at my voice, turning quickly to face me with his now free hands coming up to hold his chest. When his eyes finally meet mine they’re red and it takes a second for him to register the tears still streaming from them before he replies. 

“Shit, fu- what are you..are you alright?” His hands bat between tangling into his hair and wiping the tears from his cheeks, anything to avoid actually looking up at me again. 

“Yeah, I just..um..left my book,” I mumble, taking a step closer to him when I notice how his hands shake as they move timidly around his face. “Harry, what’s wrong?”

“Uuuh um.” He wanders for a moment before slapping a palm lightly atop the counter and pulling out his infamous grin. “Nothing much, how bout you - find your book?” 

“-Harry..” I take another step close, “I know we’re not, ya know..close. But you can talk to me.” 

There’s a beat of silence when he keeps up the act, I’d almost believe it if it wasn’t for his bloodshot eyes and anxious fingers drumming against the tile. 

“What’s wrong?” 

He pauses for a moment, assessing whether or not to tell me whatever’s weighing so heavy on his shoulders. But the dam bursts. 

“Fuckin’ everything Love” He laughs, rubbing his palms over his face. I try to focus on the matter at hand: Harry weeping in his kitchen. But that name’s only ever left his mouth directed at me a handful of times and it’s never made my stomach flutter quite as it did just now. “Just..Fuck I’m so lonely Olivia.” 

I don’t really know any of the details but between conversation - mostly overheard, and the media frenzy, it was hard not to be aware of Harry’s break up two months ago. I can’t claim we were close enough to discuss it, having hardly ever talked beyond trivial issues, but I knew that despite them only being together two or so months, he’d been incredibly distant for the weeks that followed the break up. 

“I hear about you and Aubre..I’m really sorry it didn’t work out for you guys-” Harry laughs almost, a pained sort of chuckle that told me I was way off with this one. 

“It’s not..that isn’t why I..” He takes a deep breath before lifting his head up slightly to focus on where his fingers still tapped out a nervous beat on the counter. “I was lonely before her...and with her. I just, I can’t seem to get it right ever...feels like nobody wants to be with me for the right reasons.” 

“Hey no..what about tonight? Your house was full of so many people who love you yeah? Maybe your bougie wine collection had something to do with it but still,” He laughs at that, peeking up from behind his fringe for just a moment. “They- we love you ‘k?” 

“I know but, ‘clock hits the am and everyone leaves, it just gets...it gets so fucking lonely to see everyone in perfect pairs ya know?” 

I don’t really know what I’m doing but I’m doing it - my arms wrap over his shoulders and lock with a hand at the nape of his neck. We’ve never hugged before beyond a general greeting but anyone watching wouldn’t know it, his face burrows quickly into my shoulder and his arms cocoon over my waist, holding me tightly and slipping under the thick layers of my jacket. 

“I know exactly what you mean, H.” 

The hug lasts longer than I imagined it might. He smells of vanilla and the coffee he brought back in bulk from Jamaica. He lets out a shaky breath and melts further into me, nuzzling my neck softly with the tip of his nose. His curls are soft between my fingers and I find myself shhing him, lulling us both into a tired kind of calm. 

Another moment passes in the silence of his kitchen before Harry lets out an awkward cough and straightens up, pulling out of our hold and immediately covering his face with his palms again. 

“I..sorry Jules and Theo must be waiting for you..” Harry murmured, wiping the last of his tears away and letting his hands fall and fidget by his sides. 

“Oh no don’t worry they..um they already went I was actually just gonna walk.” I tell him, making his head perk up a bit. 

“Wha-It’s past twelve Liv it’s not safe, how far do you even live?” He clears his throat and his voice is clearer now, it feels like a whole different world to the one we were in just a minute ago. 

“It’s fine honestly, only take like thirty minutes walking - I’ve done it before-” I ramble, eager to put this situation behind me before I embarrass myself anymore. 

“No - let me drive you yeah?” Harry shakes his head, adamant. 

“Harry..we’ve been drinking all night, I think that’s more dangerous than me jus’ walking.” I laugh, holding his gaze for a second longer than I usually would - fuck, how do we usually act around each other?

Before I come to a conclusion, his eyes rest heavy on mine and I can see the cogs turning in his brain as he tries to work his way out of this one. Ever the people pleaser. 

“Then stay.” 

“Harry-”

“You said you know how it feels.” He cuts in, unwavering now as he doesn’t let my eyes fall from his. “So stay …’s safer anyway.” 

. . . . . 

“I can take the sofa, really Harry I don’t mind,” I reassure as he tosses me an old t-shirt and joggers to sleep in. “It’s comfier than my bed anyway. 

His guest bedrooms had just been painted and were still pretty fume filled so the sofa or his bed were the only options. For twenty minutes now he’s tried to convince me to take his bed and leave him on the sofa, despite the fact we both know he’s a little too tall to sleep without his feet hanging off the end. 

“But you’re my guest!” He protests again, coming up from his wardrobe to stand in front of me, hand on hips and an expression of concern on his face. 

“And you’re almost six foot!” 

“Hey, I am six foot.” He takes a deep breathe, exhaling through his nose in defeat before speaking again. “Okay, you can sleep on the sofa but if anyone asks I was the perfect host and you bullied me into this.” 

I laugh softly, this whole new side of Harry had never been directed solely at me before and it was honestly refreshing. Usually Nick or another friend was the target of his jokes and playful demeanor and I only noticed it from afar but now he was right in front of me, hauling pillows off his bed and sticking his tongue out when he caught me staring. 

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” He asks for the third time since I agreed to stay the night. We’ve just finished setting up the sofa to sleep on and despite the duvet and many quilts far more lush than my own actual bed, he seemed unconvinced it was enough. 

“I’m sure” I sit back into the pile of blankets and pillows, tucking my feet underneath me and looking back up at Harry. “If you’re really not, just come watch a film with me and see how cozy it is.” 

The quick change in dynamic was a lot smoother than I’d imagined. Within an hour of being alone together we’d already talked more than in all our past interactions, not to mention how close we’ve gotten. He only nods his head quickly and he’s settling under a quilt beside me, rummaging around for a controller to pull up netflix again. 

“Mamma Mia two?” He asks. 

I chuckle a bit and nod. At the beginning of the evening I hadn’t quite seen it ending in a Mamma Mia marathon with just me and Harry. 

He presses play and as the opening display begins we both lean back into the sofa and pull the blankets up over us. It’s only in the quiet of the first few scenes that I notice we’re matching. We’re both dressed fully in his clothes, grey joggers and t-shirt - his rolling stones, mine fleetwood mac. And it all smells of him. I pull the blanket a little higher over my chest and the faint, but now familiar, scent of vanilla and coffee fills my lungs and for a second all I can focus on is how desperately I want to be in his arms again. 

. . . . .

“-ow” A groggy voice mumbles from above me and I feel myself being pulled forwards slightly against something hard - and warm. 

I’m a few seconds from falling straight back asleep before I feel the painful ache in the side of my neck. I reach a hand up to gauge my current situation and feel my fingers plunging into soft hair - soft hair that ends too soon to be mine. 

“Hi..” I recoil my hand quickly back to my side and push myself up so I’m sitting slightly. I look down and see Harry, half asleep still and hand still resting on my side. 

“Oh-hey sorry,” What do you say when you wake up beside the guy you barely knew but simultaneously had been incredibly vulnerable with just the night before? 

Harry seems to be waking up now and certainly more aware of our predicament as he pulls his hand away from where it was holding firmly onto the material of my - his - t-shirt and pushes himself up to sit against the arm of the sofa. 

“We must have fallen asleep..sorry I didn’t mean too, ya know…” His eyes flutter between where I sit opposite him and the “Are you still watching?” Netflix screen. 

“It’s fine, accidents happen an’ everything.” I smile, slipping out from the warm cocoon of blankets to stand. “I’m just gonna wash up quickly and I’ll be out of you hair.” 

Before I can rush off to tame my hair and hopefully find some toothpaste to rid me of my morning breath, Harry clasps his hand gently around my wrist and tugs slightly to get my attention. 

“Not in a rush Love, I’ll make us some breakfast.” He says it effortlessly, like it was a regular occurrence for us to fall asleep cuddling on his sofa. He stands, groaning as his knees pop appreciatively and lets my hand go before he’s disappearing into the kitchen.

“Okay…” I murmur to myself. “....okay.” 

. . . . .  

Alice is back at my table with my second refill before 11am. I thank her and take a gulp of the fiery ginger tea before reading over the last three paragraphs I just wrote. The spice licks my tongue as I tip the cup up for a second sip; it’s autumn after all. 

In the last two weeks September had slipped into October and all the trees in London had received the memo. I’d been busy, hoaled up in the quietest corner of Blondies the whole time with coffee filling all my senses. I haven’t seen everyone together since that night at Harry’s. I grabbed lunch with Eleanor the Monday afterwards and told her nothing, preferring to avoid the texts my phone amassed over the fortnight. I've turned down all proposed group activities and focused on work instead. To be fair, I do have a lot to get done. There were always seasonal pieces in my to do list and with the weather getting colder it was time I got to them before it was Christmas already. 

I haven’t talked to Harry either. He made us pancakes with blueberries and maple syrup in the morning and we haven’t even texted since; I’m not sure that we even have a private text between us. Eleanor and Julia have told me how much fun they’ve all had the times I’ve politely but persistently declined, I can only assume Harry’s in the mix with them all. He’s in town for awhile if I’m remembering our breakfast chatter correctly, it makes sense that they’re all hanging out together really when they don’t often get time together. Ellie’s phone calls keep me from sliding into thoughts of how easily I could fall right out of the group and not be missed, at least. I was just taking space for work. The fact that most of my afternoons at the cafe disappeared into me analysing anything I might ever have felt or said to Harry means nothing at all. 

Neither does the heightened pace of my heartbeat when he walks through the stiff wooden  doors of Blondies. 

He orders what I assume is his regular black coffee, scans the room for a second and lands directly on me. He hesitates a little to hold my gaze, turning his head to look outside before looking back at me and smiling. He thanks the server and takes a few quick steps towards me, weaving in between the packed tables to my little spot hidden away in the corner. 

“Hi,” He smiles again, although his toneos overshadowed by a slight anxious hilt. “Can I sit?” 

Nodding, I close my laptop and pull my tea closer to me to make a space for him. 

“Hi.” He repeats, smiling a little sheepishly. 

“Hi,” I wait a second, nervous to start when I’m so unsure of how this conversation has already gone in his head. But he doesn’t say anything so I push through and bite the bullet against my better judgement. “Look, about that Friday I-”

“Can I just-” He cuts me off, leaning forwards and opening his hands out as he mulls over his next few words. “I’m sorry if it was awkward at all, I didn’t mean for anything to happen and I thought we were fine an’ everything but then I haven’t seen you in two weeks and Ellie keeps saying you’re not comin’ out. Did I do something wrong?” 

“Oh god no,” I hurry, “You didn’t do anything it was just - I didn’t expect to wake up..like that...and it was just a really quick change because we’ve never really been close and suddenly it was just, us, like that.” 

He nods, pushing a loose curl back a second later that broke free in the motion. He seems understanding as he looks down before leaning his elbows against the table so only the two of us can hear what he’s about to say. 

“I know, I didn’t expect it either but, can I just tell you I’m glad that it happened?” He leaves a three second pause for me to flounder in confusion before continuing. “What I told you, ‘bout feeling lonely, it messes with my sleep all the time. I just get stuck in my own thoughts but the night you stayed over I slept fine - perfect even.”

Not sure what else to do with this new information, I nod for him to continue.

“I know we’ve never been close, but hanging out with you just really calmed me down.” He smiles, gaining confidence now in his vulnerability tucked away in our little hiding place. “Thank you for staying.” 

“I get what you mean.” I mumble, slightly anxious any of the busy customers with prying eyes could overhear my confession. “I never really know when to stop working and I think I got the best night sleep on your sofa I’ve had in awhile, which really speaks volumes about how crappy my mattress is.”  

He chuckles. Relief seems to settle in as he lets his shoulders relax and face soften. 

“I was thinking - especially now that I know it was good for you as well, maybe it could become more of a regular thing?” He asks, his forefinger and thumb pinch together and twist one of his rings a little - a nervous habit, I’m sure. 

“How do you mean?” 

“Like..when we all go out, maybe we go home together, you know - so we can sleep better.” He moves down to focus on the metal rose he’s still fumbling at. “If..if you don’t want to or you think it’d be weird it’s fi-” 

“I’d like that.” I reach forwards to comfort him, absentmindedly cupping my fingers around his. “I think it’d be nice, to get a good night's sleep I mean.” 

“I’m glad.” He beams.

“..That and you make a mean blueberry pancake.” I tease, earning a light chuckle from Harry. 

Just like our last cafe encounter, the ping of a his phone beats me to my new few words. He checks it quickly, shaking his head and glancing down the large room to the shop front where, once again, Jeff waits. He seems a little more agitated this time, waving vigorously whilst trying not to attract the attention of passersby, all  rather unsuccessfully. 

“Bollocks okay - I’ve gotta go,” Harry swears, collecting his coffee from the table and pushing his chair back quickly. “I’ll just - we can text before we go out next yeah?” 

“Cool, yeah - wait a sec, let me just give you my number.” I reach up for him to hand me his phone but he doesn’t make any effort to move, instead he blushes slightly and stares at the floor. “..What?” 

“I um, I already have it.” He fiddles with the hair at the nape of his neck before talking again. It’s hard not to remember how it felt when it was my fingers carding through his brown curls. “I got it from Theo awhile back when we were going to this thing, felt weird not having it. I hope that..okay and everythin’” 

I nod, smiling up at him. The idea of him having a part of me for this past year without me even knowing is oddly precious. The fact that he felt odd about not having my number and going to the effort of getting it from Theo was unbelievably endearing. 

“That’s fine, helpful actually.” I smile still, “Text me before we meet everyone and we’ll make a plan or somethin’” 

“Okay,” He smirks, his slight cocky nature reemerging. “Will do, Liv. See you soon?” 

“See you soon.” 

Jeff flies a hand up to his hair like before but this time is met with a grinning Harry who doesn’t seem to mind so much. 

. . . . . 

Unknown Number 

‘Hey! Is tonight good? We can slip off after drinks at the gallery. H x’ 

I look down at my phone. Caught off guard by the sudden text, I’d almost forgotten out arrangement. Julia invited us all to a gallery opening of one of her friend's new exhibits. Even as I flicked through my wardrobe for the right jacket, I hadn’t put two and two together and realised I’d be seeing Harry again for the first time since our chat at Blondies four days ago. 

I save his number and I think quickly, not wanting to leave him on read when he knew I’d be leaving to see them all any second and most likely spend the whole tube journey on my phone. 

‘Hi :) That’d work for me yh, just let me know when you want to leave and I’ll make an excuse. Liv x’ 

With another thought rushing through my head, I send a quick follow up. 

Me

‘Can we keep this between us right now? Might be a bit tricky to explain to the others.” 

Harry

‘Read my mind love.’

‘See you in a bit :)’ 

I’m still not the hugest fan of the airy feeling that rushed through my stomach as I read over the pet name. He was just from Manchester, it was normal up there to call everything by casually affectionate little names. It didn’t mean anything at all. 

. . . . . 

“Livia!” Nick calls out when he sees me scanning over the faces at the entrance to the gallery. I smile instantly and make my way over, quickly falling into his arms as he rocks us for a second. “Haven’t seen you in an age!” 

“‘Ve been working, we can’t all piss about Monday to Friday.” I giggle, smiling wide as he murmurs something under his breath and plants a big kiss on my cheek. “Is everyone here?” 

I try not to look suspicious when I peak over around us, trying to pick a certain brunette from the crowd.

“Yeah, they’re just over there with Julia’s friend.” Nick points and I see him immediately. He’s dressed just as I expected - half gucci half grandpa sweaters. “I’m gonna get us drinks, meet you there?” 

“Mhmmm” I hum, breaking out of his hold and slipping through the crowds to our small group of friends. 

“Hi!” Julia smiles brightly. She hugs me quickly before stepping aside to give Eleanor and Theo their turns. They all whisper quiet ‘Missed yous’ in my ear as if I’ve been gone for years. 

“Hey,” Harry appears by my side as everyone else turns their attention to the front of the crowd where it looks like the artist is setting up to introduce the night. “How’ve you been?” 

“In the last four days?” I chuckle, “Good. Not been sleeping great, but I’ve got a lot of work done so that’s been great.” 

He nods approvingly. A smile tugs at his lips at the mention of sleep, almost like some secret inside joke we’ve managed to form between just the two of us. 

“Me neither. Jeff’s been buggin’ me what feels like every hour with deadlines.” I find myself squeezing his hand a little under his long coat sleeves so nobody can see. “Looking forward to just collapsing tonight, if I’m honest.” 

“Me too.” I smile tiredly, tonight had been a big ask come to think of it. I've had work piled up twice my height all week and even having worked day in and day out I’ve still only made a crack in the mountain of final edits and emails to respond to.

Harry squeezes my fingers back and our hands linger in each other's hold until Nick emerges beside us and the artist begins her speech. 

. . . . .

 The comfortable chatter surrounding the booth we’d taken up a few hours ago died down as the clock ticked later and later. We’d left the gallery a while ago now in favour of the after party at a pub down the road but by now the heavy scent of beers and various gin based concoctions were giving us all headaches. 

“I think I’m gonna call it a night guys,” Harry announces, a slew of groans following from the group. “Sorry, sorry! It’s been great but it’s getting late.” 

Julia and Theo move out the way to let him out the booth. He slides across the red cushion to stand, pulling his coat over himself as he sneaks a quick look at me. 

“I think I’m gonna head off too,” I smile, waiting for Eleanour to stand and let me out as another wave of complaints flooded me. “Sorry! I’ve got work and the tube’ll be hell any later.” 

“Well if Harry’s going too couldn’t he take you home?” Julia suggests, looking between the two of us as we now stand slightly away from each other. “You drove right?” 

“Yeah, I did.” Harry turns to smile at me, amused clearly by how our plan was being unknowingly encouraged by our friends. “C’mon, I’ll drive yeh.” 

I nod, biting back a smirk. We say our goodbyes and wave as we slip out the heavy pub doors out onto the road outside. It’s started to drizzle slightly and I resent choosing the jacket without a hood. 

“I’m just over here,” Harry points a little ways off. “Hurry, think it’s about to pour.” 

We walk quickly down the street and through a metal gate into a car park when there’s a loud rumble of thunder and immediately the rain thickens. 

“Fuck!” Harry laughs as he scrambles for his keys, we match each other's paces until we’re practically sprinting to his car in the far corner of the lot. The click of the locks sounds out and his lights flash red a second before we’re both pulling the doors open and throwing ourselves inside onto warm seats. 

We catch our breath, chests rising and falling with uneven pants before our laughter settles and Harry slots the keys into the ignition. 

. . . . . 

“Do you want anything to eat?” Harry asks as he closes his front door behind us and we kick out shoes off in his hall. “I think I have some takeout menus somewhere..” 

“I’m not really hungry, thanks though,” I cut off his search as he walks through to his kitchen and starts opening draws. “Kinda just wanna go to bed now.” 

He nods and rubs a hand under his eye in silent agreement of my exhaustion.

“I’ll make us a tea, meet you up there yeah?” He calls over his shoulder, having turned quickly to retrieve various packets from his cupboards. “Chamomile okay?” 

“Yeah chamomiles good,” I hover for a second in the archway leading into the kitchen, suddenly awkward to be alone in his house again. “Where um..where is it?” 

He looks over his shoulder at me, slightly confused. His eye brows unfurrow when I motion behind me. 

“Oh- just up the stairs and third room down the hall..on the left.” He smiles, turning back to the cupboard to look through his extensive mug collection. 

I nod to myself, spinning on my heel and making my way up his stairs. I’ve never gone beyond the downstairs of his house before and even then I stuck to the kitchen, dining room and lounge. It felt odd to suddenly have access to something as intimate as his bedroom, I try not to overthink things as I push open the third door I see.

The first thing I see is his large bed, there’s probably enough room for three people on it and there’s definitely enough pillows to go around. The room as a whole is tidy, whether it’s always like that or only organised so precisely for my visit, I don’t know, but the thought makes my stomach flutter. 

I walk up to the side of the bed with no charger on it’s table and set my bag down. We hadn’t talked about the logistics of our...arrangement, but I’d brought the basics to last me through the night. I plug my charger into the wall and take out my wash bag and a set of clothes to sleep in before sliding my bag under the table. I look around for a second. Somehow I hadn’t really thought through the fact that by the end of the night, I’d be in Harry’s bed. With Harry. In a completely platonic way with the only function to soothe our mutually crappy sleeping habits. 

I hear Harry walking up the stairs just as I slip into the un suit to wash up and get changed. He’s humming a song under his breath. The clink of mugs being set down is followed by wardrobe doors opening and closing and a light thud of clothes being thrown on the bed. 

I wait a few minutes to make sure I don’t walk in on him changing. Opening the door tentatively, I step out into the room in a large sweater and pajama shorts. Harry turns to look at me, he’s in the same t-shirt he wore last time and a pair of boxer shorts and the whole situation suddenly seems so amusing. After just one night of falling asleep on the sofa together, not having ever talked before, here we are standing at our most vulnerable about to cuddle in his bed together.

“Hi.” 

“Hey,” He nods, looking down at himself. “Hope this is okay...I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or-” 

“It’s fine,” I reassure him, “I didn’t really know what to wear either.” 

His eyes flicker down my body and he smiles back up at me. He motions to the bed and we both nod a little awkwardly before making our way over to our sides. I climb in and instantly let a small groan out as my body sinks into the mattress, the pillows and duvet feel almost like a cloud as I burrow under and pull my tea up to my lips. 

Harry chuckles from beside me, I peak over the mug to seem him grinning down from where he sits slightly taller in the bed.

“Sorry, you look comfy.” He laughs a little, 

“I am, your bed’s insane.” I set my mug down and turn to him, bouncing slightly to emphasise the quality of his mattress that probably cost more than a year of my rent. “I really should start earning millions, feel like it’d suit me.” 

He returns his tea to the bedside table and copies me, turning to face me with his legs crossed. 

“It definitely would.” He smiles, bouncing a little before I let out a yawn. “Tired?” 

“Exhausted.” I mumble, hand still covering half my face. Harry reaches behind him to turn to switch the lights above his headboard off before pulling the duvet back for us to slip under.

“C’mere,” Without hesitating, I shuffle back slightly until I can feel his chest behind me and an arm come up to rest around my hip. “‘This okay?” 

“Mhmmm,” I hum, “What about our teeth?”

“We’ll brush ‘em in the morning,” I nod, groaning again as all the aches in my body subside as I sink into his arms and the foam mattress. “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” I mumble, embarrassed to have let myself go so easily around him. “Your mattress is just unbelievable. Might have to make this a regular thing.” 

I speak before I think, mind clouded with sleep and my eyes already fighting to stay open. 

“That’s the plan, love.” 

. . . . . 

When I wake up, Harry’s arms are tight around my middle and his body’s like a furnace behind me. I vaguely recall pulling my sweater off in the night to cool down as I lay now only in a vest and shorts. I slept better than I have in months though, despite the warm breaths on my neck turning my cheeks flushed. 

The mix of Harry’s company and his safe haven of a mattress made for the perfect night sleep. I push back slightly into his chest and feel his arms tighten around me and a low murmur of his voice in my ear. The clock on my bedside table reads 6:30. It’s a Saturday and I can quite easily imagine spending the rest of my day - weekend even, exactly like this. 

I slip back to sleep for a little awhile before I’m woken up to a low groan behind me. Harry shifts slightly, burying his face in the base of my neck and squeezing around my waist again. He must still be half asleep to be this comfortable with me. 

I’m proven right when it takes another fifteen minutes for him to poke his head up over my shoulder and mumble: 

“Breakfast?” 

. . . . . 

Our routine works smoothly for weeks. After sleeping so well the first few times, it became a given that we’d pile into Harry’s car after every night out with our friends and go back to his. Sometimes we’d get takeout or watch a film, but it wasn’t so rare that we’d just stumble out of his car, or a taxi - depending what the night had entailed, and walk with eyes almost closed straight to bed. 

I stopped bringing things every night about two weeks in when a new toothbrush appeared next to Harrys and an oversized t-shirt of Harrys found its way onto my side of the bed. We also ditched the awkward pleasantries. Spending two or three nights a week in his house, I’d become pretty familiar with it all. I sometimes brought us breakfast if it was a weekend, or left a coffee beside the bed for him if I left for work first, We had very easily slipped into an oddly familiar sense of domesticity. It was strange to never mention any of it to our friends, it made it special though. We helped each other, and it was all just between the two of us. Nobody else knew Harry taught me how to make coffee just the way he likes it, or that we share his lavender shampoo sometimes. 

“Ols?” Harry calls up the stairs to me. We’re running late to Julia and Theos anniversary dinner. 

“Coming!” I yell back, reaching into his wardrobe to snatch a jacket before running down the stares. 

“Oi! Slow down love, you’re gonna fall,” He complains, holding his hands out at the bottom of the stairs to catch me as I skid a little on the wooden floors of his hallway. “Hey! This’s mine!” 

He tugs playfully on the opening of his jacket. I pull the fabric from his grasp and smile up at him. 

“Not anymore…” He scrunches his nose up and pulls me towards him. The sudden movement pushed the air from my lungs suddenly. “-Fine! Just for tonight...nobody’ll notice anyway, you only just got his one.” 

He shakes his head, bringing his fingers up to tickles across my stomach quickly before letting me go and clapping his hands. 

“Shoes now!” He points down at my sock clad feet, “Come on we’re late already.” 

I sling my bag over my shoulder and slip my boots on before trailing after him to the front door. He’s pulled his large green coat off the hangar before he’s looking back down at me, brows pulled together in confusion. 

“What’ve got yeh bag for?” 

“Ah see Harry, I tend not to leave my stuff places I don’t actually live.” I laugh.

“You’re not coming back tonight?” The confusion’s not joined by a hint of sadness as his hands fall from the door knob and he turns to face front on. 

“Oh I..hadn’t thought ‘bout that. I’ve gotta water my plants.” I haven't been home in two days, I spent the whole day at Blondies yesterday then headed to Harry's after a few drinks with him and Nick. We’ve hung out around his house all day, sleeping in and finishing our last few bits of work for the week. “I can let them go a little dry I guess-” 

“Can I come to yours?” Harry cuts me off to ask. “It’s just, I haven’t ever seen it..and that way your plant’ll be fine.” 

I stay quiet for a second. Our world of sleepovers and movie marathons and home made curries for dinner existed within his house. My flat was small in comparisons to the homes of our friends, who were all, delicately put, pretty well off. Not that I wasn’t, I’d just gone into a lower paying area of my industry. I lived alone anyway so there wasn’t much point paying thousands in rent when I didn’t need much space. 

“It’s fine it you want a night to yourself I can just-” 

“It’s not that, H, I just didn't really think about how we only ever come here.” I mumble the last part, “Come back to mine, I don’t feel like going back on my own anyways.” 

I smile a little, unsure of where we stand on the whole admitting we’d grown pretty dependent on each other’s presence, front. He smiles back, twisting the door open and holding it for me as I slip under his arm. 

The car clicks unlocked and I settle into my seat. I reach over to push my seat belt in as Harry pulls his door shut and the car rumbles to a start. 

“Can’t believe Jules and T have been together so long.” He sighs as we pull out onto the main road. 

“Tell me about it,” I gaze out the window as rain dribbles lightly. “Feels like the year just went straight by.”

“They seem so happy still, like they’re still honeymooning,” Harry hums. 

“I remember when they just started going out in Uni, even then it was obvious they’d end up together.” 

“I like those kinds of people. The ones who make each other just completely themselves, ya know?” He glances over at me before turning back to the road. 

“Yeah...they’re proper soulmates aren’t they.” 

. . . . . 

“Okay but seriously, what the fuck is up with you and Harry?” Eleanor bursts out as soon as we reach the bar. We’ve been sent off to get the third round whilst the others stayed at our favourite booth of the pub we frequented. 

“Wait what?” I yell over the loud chatter of the pub, “What do you mean?” 

“You know what I mean!” She’s still waving her hand out for the bartender when she glances down at me again. “You’re tryna say you’re suddenly so close and nothing’s happened between you?” 

“We’re not that close.” I quip, “We’ve just talked a bit more lately, I guess.”

“And nothing’s happened?”  She raised a brow at me suspiciously. “You guys have left together every night for the past few weeks, just admit you have feelings for each other.” 

“No, nothing’s happened.” I sigh, unsure if I sound convincing or not. “We just live close and it’s too cold now to get the tube back so late, he’s just being nice. You know Harry...he’s like that with everyone.” 

Eleanor laughs a little, shaking her head. She places our order with the bartender when he makes his way to our side of the bar before turning back to me with her arms crossed. 

“He’s nice to everyone, but he’s not just being nice to you.” She smirks, “And he usually doesn't give just anybody his clothes.” 

She reaches out and rubs the fabric of my - Harrys - jacket between her thumb and forefinger. She looks up and quirks her brows up a little again. Before I can splutter out an explanation our drinks are being laid out on the counter beside us and Eleanor is pointing to the ones for me to carry and turning back to our booth. 

A surge of anxiety washes over me as I follow Eleanor back to the group. My breaths feel unsteady and I can’t help but dart my eyes to get a quick glance at Harry to see if he’s experiencing the same kind of interrogation. He seems fine though, laughing at something Nicks said. 

Soon we’re at the booth, slipping back into our seats and setting the drinks out in front of everyone. Harry’s eyes hover on me for a few seconds, brows raised a little in question. I smile and shake my head - everything’s fine. 

I don’t miss how Eleanor glances between us throughout the whole night. Especially not when a different two get up for the next round and Harry and I are pushed next to each other when they climb back into the available seats. Harry seems a little suspicious too. He clearly hasn’t noticed Eleanor’s strange behaviour - or doesn’t care - because he’s kept gazing down at me every now and then since we came back with drinks hours ago. When I stop looking up at him, nervous Eleanor might question me about his constant and slightly nervous glances when we’re alone, he reaches his hand under the tables and pulls mine into his lap. He squeezes our hands every now and then. He’s always a touchy, cuddly drunk. Normally it’s a bit more obvious; he’ll wrap his arms around one of us on the dance floor or lap his head on a shoulder, nothing too intimate. Just friendly. But now he’s stroking his thumb over my knuckles and tapping out the beat of the current song playing with his foot, his knee bumping mine. 

Julia and Theo are the first to go. Relief settles in me at the idea of not being the first two to leave for once. There’s no way Eleanor wouldn't’ve have noticed me and Harry sneaking the other a glance like we usually do to signal we’re ready to go, without some kind of distraction. 

“It was so lovely guys, feels like we haven’t just sat down and talked in so long!” Julia smiles, leaning into Theos side tiredly as they say their goodbyes. 

“I think I’m gonna head off too, it’s getting pretty late,” I smile, waiting for Harry to speak when Theo pipes up before him. 

“Livs, you want a lift?” Theo looks down at me. 

“Oh Olivia, that’s a good idea, you were just saying how it’s too cold for the tube.” Eleanor beams, smiling cheekily as she knows I’m the only one who’ll understand her subtle teasing. 

“Oh I-” I stutter before Harry’s squeezing my hand again and looks up at Theo. 

“I was actually gonna take her home, we’re only 10 minutes apart so it’s just easier.” He smiles politely, if I couldn’t feel his foot hooking over mine I’d believe he was just being nice and helping out a friend. 

“Yeah but you’re gonna stay a little while aren’t you?” Julia countered, “We’re pretty close, it’s fine really.” 

I nod, motioning to slide out of the booth. Harry lets me by, dropping my hand before anyone else could see. Julia, Theo and I say goodbye quickly and head out to the car park. As soon as we’re all strapped into their car, I pull out my phone and click Harry’s contact. 

Me 

Meet me at mine x

Harry 

Okay - what was that about? 

Me 

I’ll explain when u get here, just something w Eleanor

U might have been right about the jacket :/ 

Theo pulls up outside my flat and I jump out the car, thanking them quickly and waving them off. I climb the stairs of my building and click the keys in my door, pushing it open and kicking my shoes off the second I get in. After a fifteen minute frantic clean, the place is looking slightly better. There’s no time to perfect it as I hear my phone buzzing on the counter, a dorky photo of Harry in one of his infamous sweaters all sprawled out on the sofa and sticking his tongue out at me flashes the screen. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, I’m just outside,” He talks softly, “What number are you?” 

“24, wait a sec and I’ll buzz you up.” 

I tread quickly to the button by my front door and let him up, hearing a quiet thanks over the phone and a “See you in a sec”  before the line goes dead. 

A minute later there’s a quiet knock at my door. I open it and see Harry, he looks a little more tired than when I left him forty minutes ago, he rubs his knuckles under his eyes and sighs softly. 

“Hey, come in.” I pull the door a little wider, stepping aside to let him inside. He walks past me, eyes watching the floor whilst I lock the up behind us and turn to face him. There's an awkward tension in the air that I haven’t experienced with Harry before, maybe a little that first night when I walked in on him in his kitchen, but nothing like this since we’ve gotten closer.  

“What happened?” He asks quietly, lifting his head with an uncertain look on his face.”You barely even looked at me. 

“I..” I stumble over what to say, I’ve been thinking I could just explain what Eleanor had said and have it done with but now I know we’re not going to be able to just leave this. If somebody’s going to find out about our arrangement then something would have to change. “Ellie thinks there’s something going on with us and she kept staring all night. I just, I couldn’t give her anything to be suspicious about.” 

“S’that what you mean about the jacket?” I nod, “What did she say?” 

“Just that we seemed closer, talk more I guess.” I sigh, “She didn’t believe anything I said.” 

“What did you say?” He presses. His tone is unclear, he seems less hurt now and more focussed on getting answers from me. 

“I just, I told her nothing’s happened.” I mumble, “She asked about us leaving together and I told her it was just because we lived close and it’s easier than the tube.” 

Harry bobs his head a little, taking in what I’ve just told him before laughing a little. He shakes his head and brings his palms up to his face, cursing under his breath. We stand in the quiet of my hallway before he speaks up again.

“Can we still do this?” That catches me off guard. Of course I knew we’d have to stop sometime when one of us started dating or a friend found out, I just hadn’t thought seriously about it happening anytime soon. “If she does find out, would that be the worst thing in the world?”

I shake my head, taking a step towards him to close the gap between us that’d been building my nerves throughout this whole exchange. 

“I don’t wanna stop hanging out.” I confess. Harry quirks his lips up a little, obviously relieved as he pulls me to his chest. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and rests his chin on my head as we breathe together for a moment. All the while we’ve been spending nights at his, there’s been no serious moments like this. We’ve opened up about vulnerable subjects and confessed more than we probably should have to each other, but never anything like this. There’d never been a  time I thought I could lose him. 

“What if something did happen.” He whispers into my hair. 

“Like what?” I murmur, voice a little muffled by his jacket. 

“Like..” He trails off a little and I’m pretty sure I hear him inhale a little and smell my hair. “Like what if I kissed you..or something.” 

“Or something?” My chest tightens, stomach fluttering suddenly. 

“Mmhhhmm,” He hums, “What would happen then?” 

“Eleanor would have a field day.” 

Harry laughs, shoulders shaking a little as he giggles above me. He loosens his grip on my and pushes away to create a little space to see me again. 

“Oh yeah?” He teases. 

“Uh huh,” I smile, “She’d never let us forget it if she knew she was right.” 

“And what would she be right about?” Harry lifts his hand to cup my face, tilting it slightly to make sure I’m staring right up at him. 

“..Something..happening.” I whisper, “Having feelings for eachother.” 

Harry grins, cheeks a soft rosy between the outside cold and the new blush. He strokes the pad of his thumb against my cheek and beams down at me. 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Uh huh…” 

“Really..she’d be right about that?” 

“I’m pretty sure-” 

Before I can tease anymore, Harry’s leaning down to press his lips against mine. I inhale sharply, closing my eyes and looping my arms around the back of his neck to hold us in place. His hand still holds my face firmly, thumb fluttering over my cheek a couple times before he pulls away and we both breathe in deep. 

“She’s definitely right.” He smiles, tone turning serious for a moment. “I really like you Olivia.” 

Butterflies surge through my stomach for the millionth time since he walked through my door. Blushing and happy, I tighten my arms and push my face back into his shoulder. 

“I like you too H….just a little bit.” 

“We don’t have to tell anyone, just want this to be ours for a little while.” I can hear the smile in his voice as he leans back down to whisper into my ear. 

“I want this to be ours forever.” I hum, words quiet and part of me hoping he doesn't hear my honest confession. 

A comforting quiet settles over us. I remember how tired I really am as I melt further into Harry’s body, breathing in the sweet cinnamon and vanilla scent. His breathing lulls me half to sleep as I let my eyes flutter shut and bury my head further into his neck. I feel him lifting me up as my body relaxes against his and I catch his last few words before I he’s shifting me into his arms and walking us up the stairs. 

“I could hold you ‘n listen to your voice all night long, love.” 

. . . . .    

“Oh my god!” Julia yells out, unravelling a long shawl from pristine white tissue paper. “Okay whoever got me, thank you so much!” 

She continues to squeal a little as he wraps it over her shoulders and presses the end to her nose, inhaling the lavender scent of her favourite designer brand. 

I’d only spent one Christmas with the whole group before but it was clear secret Santa was a bit of a tradition. Between the six of us we all had other friends, family and mostly, relationships. Organising a secret santa within our group just relieved some of the stress of present buying - and it was fun. 

We’re all sitting around Harry’s living room, it felt the homiest  to us after all. The kiddy advent calendar I bought for him hung by the fireplace reading December 21st. We’ve all finished our egg nogs, meaning it was officially present time. Over the next few days we’ll all be driving up and down the country to visit family, meaning today’s the last day most of us will be seeing each other. Harry had whined about me leaving, begging me to stay another day with him or better yet - spend christmas with his family up north. 

It was when I told him my own parents were spending the holidays visiting my sister and her kids in New York that his campaign started. We kissed almost three months ago now and have been on a slew of dates since. Between all the secret dinners out, brunches and farmers market trips, we haven’t found time for the talk. We had no official title. I’ve heard Harry refer to me as “m’girl” a couple times when I’ve wandered into the kitchen and overheard him on the phone to mitch, but nothing he’s told me himself. Despite this, he still insists I have to come and spend christmas with him and his close family. The idea of me hanging out with my young cousins and distant relatives apparently doesn’t satisfy him. 

“Are you serious!” Eleanor gasps as she unwraps her own present. Everyone had picked the perfect gifts for each other this year. In a pure coincidence, I ended up with Harry’s name after Nick made me trade because he’d already bought Julia’s present for her. I’ve been nervous about it all evening, I was sure he’d like it, a little too sure. That was the problem. One night, wrapped up in Harry’s bed, he’d recalled his latest tragedy to me: He’d taken shroom with Mitch on his last trip to LA and subsequently decided to skinny dip in the sea, losing his favourite mustard cords in the process. The only times we’ve seen everyone else has been with the both of us present and , to my knowledge, he hasn’t mentioned this to anyone else. The brown paper package that sat on the coffee table could invite a few more questions that I was prepared to answer. 

“Harry, you’re next!” Ellie grinned, hugging her present to her chest. 

Thanks to our early secrecy, there’s been no opportunity to tell our friends we were dating. Eleanor hasn’t stopped her constant questioning but we’ve kept up a pretty good front of excuses. It was still freezing out so it made sense for us both to climb into his car together at the end of the night. Nobody had to know we would be going home to the same house where we’d climb into the same heavenly bed and scramble eggs together in the morning. 

“I’m going, I’m going!” Harry laughs as Ellie tries to hurry him up, playing perfectly into her role as the youngest in our group. 

He pulls the first fold of paper back with his ringed fingers and immediately looks up at me as the mustard fabric shines up at him. He grins wide, beaming back at me before pulling the rest of the paper back and laying the trousers out in front of him. 

“No babe...where did you find them?” He’s running his fingers down the cord, in awe to have his favorite trousers back - or at least a copy. 

I don’t miss how Eleanor and Nick’s heads turn to share a look of shock as the pet name tumbles out. Before I can put anything together, Harry’s standing and leaning over the coffee table. He wraps his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug and whispering his thanks in my ear. 

“Wait I dont - how did you know it was h-” Julia pipes up, before she can finish she’s cut off by the joint gasps of Nick and Ellie as Harry plants a wet kiss to my cheek - then my lips, and laughs at our friends reaction. 

“I knew it!” Ellie yells, pointing frantically between the two of us, Harry now having stepped over the table and come to sit next to me, pulling me into his side.

“What was-” Julia stammers, “Since when!” 

Harry’s eyes flutter down to my face. He giggles quietly when he catches on to my glare. This wasn’t exactly how I’d imagined the evening going. 

“Have you just been lying to my face for the past three months?” Ellie asks, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting her lips. 

“Five,” Harry mumbles, almost just as an inside joke for the both of us to enjoy. I slap my hand against his shoulder to shut him up but the damage is already done. 

“Five months!” Even Theo’s joining in now. “How didn’t we know?” 

“It didn’t start out like this honestly, we would’ve told you.” I try and explain, eager for this to quiet down so we could get to the roast dinner waiting for us in the oven. 

“How did it start?” Nick pokes, drawing Julia and Ellie’s attention as the same puzzled expressions adorn their faces. 

“Unimportant,” Harry brushes off, standing up to tower over us all and reaching a hand back for my own. “We better get dinner, we wouldn't want burnt potatoes.” 

Harry pulls on my arm gently, leading me out the room before anyone can object. 

In the kitchen, he picks up a tea towel and starts to check on the food, prodding at the parsnips. I roll my eyes as he ties his lavender apron around his waist and tentatively pulls the potato tray from the oven. 

“Harry..” I sigh, trying not to laugh as he turn to face me, spatula in hand. 

“Yes dear?”  

“What was that?” 

“Oh - You’ve gotta shimmy a little spatula under the potatoes or they’ll break apart-” 

“No, obviously not that,” He makes it so hard so stay stern, a giggle leaks out as he lifts a hand to rest on his hip. “Why did you do that?” 

“I want them to know.” drops his utensils, tone sincere as he takes another step towards me. “I want our friends to know how much I love you already, and you remember about my mustard cords so..it felt like the perfect time.” 

“What?” I stutter, looking up at him from where he’s pulled me into his chest. His hands rest on my waist, rings a little hold against my exposed skin. 

“You remembered the trousers I lost last month in LA -”

“You love me?” 

His eyes go a little wide, a smile peaking through as the sides of his mouth quirk upwards. Realising what he just said, he lifts a hand from my waist to rest it against my face and lean down a little. 

“Of course I love you.” He whispers, his voice a little croaky and I can see tiny droplets gathering in his eyes that make my heart flutter. 

“Love you too..” I mumble. I wipe a thumb over his cheek before pulling him down into a kiss. I feel his smile against my own, and everything’s perfect for just a second. 

“So you’ll come to Christmas with me?” 

. . . . .

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Last Name - E. Phantasmo

A/N: Okay wow, this has been in progress for months with so many changes, so many doubts, so many other things. But it's finally here. Thanks to @bitterendbrutalizer for forever listening to my ideas the last few months and encouraging this to see the light of day sooner rather than later.

If you want to be added to the taglist on this please let me know.

This is part of a series called ' Waking Up In Vegas ' , it started out as a 2 part but as things went along it became a 3 part. So hope you guys enjoy it!

Warnings: I curse a lot so there's a few thrown in, alcohol , elp ( yes he's a warning cause look at him)

Last Name - E.Phantasmo x OFC

" Last night I got served a little bit too much of that poison baby. Last night I did things I'm not proud of and I got a little crazy. Last night I met a guy on the dance floor and I let him call me baby. "

Kal walked through the doors of the airport ready to just get this vacation started already. She must have had the week from hell with dealing with terrible people who consistently told her how she should do her job that she's only done for the past 10 years now but since it wasn't what they wanted to hear it was all wrong.

She met up with her group as she gave them all quick hugs.

"The rest of the group should be here soon." Kasey said as she led Kal over to the seat next to her as the two sat down.

"Rest of the group?" Kal asked her with a confused look," I thought it was just going to be me, you, Jay, Toni, Bea, and Juice?"

"It was until Jay over here said it out loud and a certain headbanger overheard followed by an invitation from Juice which than somehow now Will is coming too and Taiji and who knows whatever other club member or Chaos member or former at this point." Kasey said as Jay cheekily looked over at them.

"I'm sorry I got excited." Jay said.

Kal just nodded while she didn't exactly know any of them, she knew of them when she watched New Japan Pro Wrestling every week to see her friends. And sometimes they would be on the show and they seemed like they were a pretty fun group to be around.

"Okay did they say when they should be here? I think I needed to be in Vegas like yesterday." Kal said as the three of them laughed.

It was soon broken up by a loud commotion at the other end of the airport as they all looked over to see the one who Kal knew as Kenta who she met a number of times and got along with greatly. Kenta laughing as he walked away from Taiji who was picking up his suitcase off the floor with a flushed cheeks as a guy who Kal only knew by his wrestling name El Phantasmo stood there watching him and laughing. Will on the other hand made his way over to the group more so Bea.

"And that would be them." Kasey said as she greeted Will and re introduced the two.

"You're the infamous Kal we hear a lot about yet never seen was starting to think they all made you up." Will said with a laugh.

"Hell of an imagination. I'm Riley. This is Taiji and Kenta." Riley said as Kal offered them all a small smile.

"We've met." Kenta said as he offered her a hug that she returned.

"And you held out on us?" Riley said.

"Do you blame him?" Jay said from behind as he stepped forward to greet them.

The whole plane ride was filled with jokes from the group some of which Kal was included in on. Most were ones that Kal never got due to leaving wrestling to pursue her other passion that was slowly making her unhappy now. All the jokes that seemingly came from a certain group of guys.

Kenta sat next to Kal as he always made her feel welcomed in the group of wrestlers as he was the first one she met aside from Jay and Kasey.

"How's work?" Kenta asked her.

"Starting to feel more like a job if you ask me."

"Oof that bad?" Kenta asked as Kal nodded," Well than that is the last mention of work you'll hear from me this weekend?"

"Mention of what?" Kal said as Kenta laughed.

"Exactly." Kenta said.

The rest of the plan ride went more like the first half. As they got off the plane and checked into a hotel almost all of them decided on dinner and bed so that way they can spend the whole day tomorrow doing what they want to do. And just with Kal's luck her room ended up being right next to Riley and Taiji's room.

" And I don't even know his last name. My momma would be so ashamed. It started off,' Hey cutie, where you from?' And than it turned into,' Oh no! What have I done?' And I don't even know his last name. "

They all decided that it was a pretty good idea to meet up for dinner after everyone got settled in. But to no one's surprise Kasey and Jay decided that they were going to do a bit of a date night. Kal had known Kasey for years having went to school together in Florida. And being there the night she met Jay cause she wasn't sure if it was truly him or not.

When they all met up at the restaurant everyone was talking about things they wanted to do things that didn't exactly excite Kal. Her main goal this trip was to hopefully not remember a single thing by the end of it all.

"What about you Kal?" Kenta asked.

"My goal is to forget about anything I did this trip."

"I mean you definitely came to the right place for that." Bea said with a laugh.

"I'm more than okay with doing that, will you be able to hold off until tomorrow?" Will said.

"I can get started alone."

"In Vegas? Absolutely not. Kenta?" Toni said.

"I'm out, for once. I'm actually tired." Kenta said.

Kal sighed as that meant Bea, Toni, Juice, Kenta were out. Kasey and Jay were off doing whatever.

"What about me and Taiji?" Riley said.

"I wouldn't make her go through that. And while I trust Taiji you'll probably end up just as wasted as her and we'll have a hard time finding both of you in the morning." Taiji said.

"Okay what if they both go with me?" Kal said kind of surprised she even entertained the idea even in the slightest.

"I'm down." Riley said as he shot Kal a smile and a wink.

If it wasn't for Taiji agreeing Kal would have taken it all back but she really did want too enjoy her first night here.

"Than it's settled. After this the 3 of us are going to hit the town. You into strip clubs Kal?"

"Absolutely not. At least not the first night." Kal said as they all finished their dinner.

"So what do you expect to do than?" Riley asked Kal as they said their goodbyes to their friends as Riley and Taiji got the run down of making sure that they all come see them for lunch tomorrow since they certainly won't be making breakfast.

"Drink. Don't care where as long as it's not a strip club. I was thinking of starting at that new place that opened up on the strip and I'm just going to let the night tell me where else I should go." Kal said as she turned to look at them.

"We can go there." Taiji said before Riley could even respond as Kal smiled.

"I like you already." Kal said.

"What about me?" Riley said with a slight pout.

"I think I might be still warming up to you. Ask me tomorrow." Kal said as Taiji laughed as the 3 of them headed down the strip.

"Okay please don't lose anyone, not in Vegas at least." Taiji said as they all sat down at a table.

"We won't Bone Daddy." Riley said in a mocking yet playful tone.

"Who calls someone Bone Daddy?" Kal said as she gave them both a confused look.

"Just a running joke about his gimmick." Riley said with a slight shrug.

"Is there a running joke about you?" Kal said as Taiji laughed causing her to look over at him.

"This guy get a nickname that he didn't give himself? Good joke." Taiji said as Kal laughed and Riley shook his head," At least nothing that anyone says to his face."

Riley threw the closest thing on the table at him as Taiji continued to laugh as they put their drink orders in," We can let Kal here come to a decision on whether or not I get a nickname."

"I think I'd much rather join everyone else and keep it behind your back, makes things that much more interesting." Kal said as she smiled slightly when he looked at her as she sipped her drink.

"How did you meet Kenta?" Taiji asked

'"Yeah how? We've been around him for the past 2 years now, heard of you but never saw you." Riley followed up.

"I met him when Jay brought him to be my date cause I was visiting Kasey when he dropped by unexpectedly."

"You don't wrestle?" Taiji asked as Kal shook her head no.

"Trained a little, but at the same time I was pulling for my other dream job. That opportunity came knocking first and spent the last 10 years doing that."

"You don't seem too thrilled about that." Riley said.

"Cause lately I'm not, it started feeling like a job when new people starting coming in pitching ideas that I tried to pitch for years and since they are younger I guess they decided they were going to listen to them all while treating everyone else like shit." Kal said with a sigh remembering the argument that ensued at the office the night before she left.

"So you mentioned a date with Kenta?" Riley said of course bringing it back to her love life.

"Yeah, we hit it off." Kal said blankly as Riley nodded his head the playful look in his eyes slowly going away," As friends."

Taiji raised his eyebrows as another round of drinks came and went as Riley grilled Kal on her life.

"Okay that's enough. I think I entertained you guys enough. We should go back to the hotel so we can get some rest for tomorrow." Taiji said as he stood up.

Kal booed at him but still stood up knowing that he was right, the way she saw it is if she went to bed now she could get an early start tomorrow. Riley on the other hand had completely different plans and if he could just get Kal to look in his direction he could have it play out.

As the group paid and left the bar, Taiji hailed for a cab. Once one pulled up, Riley made it seem like he 'dropped' something and couldn't find it once Taiji got inside. As Kal turned to help Riley out, he waited long enough to the point the cab pulled away.

As Riley pulled his phone out of his pocket," Oops, must have been here the entire time."

"You're a mess." Kal said as she turned back to see the cab now half way down the road.

"Oh no, looks like we missed the cab. I can get us another one." Riley said as Kal heard the totally did that on purpose tone in his voice.

"Or we can go to that other bar?" Kal said with a hopeful tone.

"Lead the way." Riley said das he held his arm out for her to go first as she smiled mischievously as she walked by him and he followed closely behind.

" We left the club, right around three o'clock in the morning. His pinto sitting there in the parking lot. Well it should have been a warning. I had no clue what I was getting into so I blame it on Cuervo. Oh, where did my manners go? "

It only took a couple of more drinks before Kal found herself hanging onto Riley as his hands wrapped tightly around her waist as they left the club at 3 in the morning.

"Do we have to go back to the hotel?" Kal said as she slurred her words a little bit as she pouted up at him.

"Well where else would we go?" Riley said as he looked down at her.

Kal shrugged," We're in Vegas don't people party until like Tuesday or something?"

Riley laughed," I don't think that's the saying but I'm sure we can come up with something." Kal sat there with a pout as she didn't let go of Riley's arm.

"I'm going to need my arm if you want me to find some place we can go." Riley said.

"No you don't, you're talented with just one hand aren't you? You're cocky about everything else so." Kal trailed off slightly as her eyes wondered the strip completely missing Riley's invitation to keep messing around like that and she can find out.

"Okay let's go there's a place down the street and apparently it's one where you have to keep a close eye on whoever you come in with think you can handle that?" Riley asked her as the two began walking.

Kal tucked herself into his side some more, I think I can handle you."

"Not what I asked but good to know." Riley said as he held the door open for her as they walked in.

Neither of them were completely sure when things started but Riley got protective when Kal who said she wouldn't leave that spot while he went to the bathroom ultimately left that spot and found her way to the bar. It took him well over a half hour to get to her and when he saw a hand on the small of her back daring to go a little lower he shoved the guy.

"What the hell man?" The guy said as Kal turned around to see Riley.

"Where did you go? I lost you." Kal said as he took the spot the guy was just in.

"Chris this is my husband, the one I told you about the wrestler that can kick your ass if you touched me again."

"Husband?" Riley said at first as he slowly caught on," Oh. Did you really tell him that?" Kal nodded her head.

"Looking at you now I'm certain that I made a good choice when I decided not to listen." The guy who was named Chris said.

"Well it's a damn shame you don't believe it. And even more of a shame that I'm not out here to try and prove anything to some random mark in Vegas." Riley said as Kal put her hand on his bicep to get his attention as he looked down at the girl who decided that instead of proving by argument decided to plant a kiss on his lips.

Riley was taken by surprise at first and while he may have felt a little buzzed before, he wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that was still fresh on Kal's lips or just her in general that he now was completely over the edge and absolutely drunk.

By the time they pulled away Chris was no longer around and if you asked the two of them they didn't notice much of anyone else either.

Neither of them wanted to say anything to the other about wanting to end the night and possibly go back to the hotel together. So they did the smart thing and continued to bar hop and make out.

It wasn't until Riley pulled away once as he looked down at Kal," So I'm your husband right?" He really meant it as a joke but in their drunken state it was more of a statement.

Kal looked at her left hand as she showed him it," I don't see a ring."

"We can change that I mean we are in Vegas."

" Today I woke up thinking about Elvis somewhere in Vegas, I'm not sure how I got here or how this ring on my left hand just appeared outta no where. I gotta go, take the chips and the pinto and hit the road. They say ' What happens here, stays here, all of this will disappear. There's just one little problem. "

Kal opened her eyes and immediately shut them with a groan as she slowly regained all thoughts from the night before, but sadly got no where when her head once again started to pound.

She looked at the time and sighed, not only did she probably miss breakfast with everyone but lunch too. As she slowly sat up and put her hand on the bridge of her nose.

She was about to get out of bed when she heard the shower turn off as her eyes went wide. Hoping that the walls were just very thin. But when the door opened to Riley walking through with nothing but a towel around his waist.

"What are you doing in my room?" Kal said as she looked at him.

"Good afternoon to you too. You definitely weren't saying that last night or well this morning. Nice chest by the way, happy I get to see it when I'm sort of sober to remember it." Riley said as he smirked.

Kal rolled her eyes as she looked down to see just exactly what he was talking about as she hurried up to cover herself," I've only been in Vegas a day and I'm already making horrible decisions."

"Well if you already made one, than what's the issue with doing it again? Maybe we both can remember it this time." Riley said.

"Well it seems like you also forgot that I said the whole point of this trip was to not remember anything about it, especially this."

"I'm only joking, I'll be over here getting dressed. You might want to call Kasey. Jay called me like 20 times since this morning and when I picked up he said Kasey has been freaking out cause you weren't answering."

"Well did you tell him that you were with me so she wouldn't freak out anymore?" Kal said as she looked up at him.

"Told him that I haven't seen you since you ditched me and Taiji and didn't get in the cab with us last night." Riley said.

"You did not." Kal said as all he did to answer was shrug.

"Guess you'll find out when you call her."

"I hate you so much." Kal said as she searched for her phone.

Once she finally found it she looked at the screen to see 25 missed calls from Kasey as well as a handful of text messages and a few voicemails. Than there was some from Jay and Bea. As she sighed and pushed Kasey's contact.

It took her all of a ring to pick up," Well, well, well look who finally decides to bring herself to answer the phone."

"Ugh please don't be so loud, my head can't take it." Kal said.

"Yeah, Riley told us that once you join the living you'll probably have a massive hangover after last night. Speaking of Riley, care to explain why he was in your room earlier?" Kasey said in a teasing tone.

"I'd rather not talk about it." Kal said as Kasey laughed.

"That's okay, Taiji filled us all in. So when you're doing rolling around in the sheets together and actually want to be with the rest of us we're meeting in the lobby in a half hour to get lunch somewhere."

"I'll be there." Kal said as they said their goodbyes and hung up. As she laid back down and sighed picking up her hand to run it over her face, she gave a weird look when she felt something cold hit her face.

As she pulled her hand away from her face and looked at it. It all seemed normal until she got to her ring finger, one that was just bare last night was now no longer bare.

"No, no, no Fuck. No." Kal began to say as she quickly put a oversized shirt on and went to the bathroom completely forgetting about the man that was still very much in her room.

"Everything alright?" Riley said as he watched Kal wash her face before looking at her hand again before once again repeating what she said before," Woah hey, care to tell me what's going on?"

Kal stopped her string of curse words as she walked over to Riley and took his left hand where a ring also sat on his ring finger. One that matched hers.

"This. This is what's going on." Kal said as she brought his hand up and just about shoved it in his face.

"Well shit." Riley said as she dropped his hand and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Kal felt so many emotions as she put her head in her hands.

"Kal? We got to talk." Riley said.

"No, not right now. Right now what we have to do is get ready and meet up with our friends."

"So you're going to act like this just never happened?" Riley asked, Kal could hear the hurt in his voice.

Choosing to ignore it, " Yeah I am until we can figure out how to make it disappear. But we aren't telling anyone got it?"

"Yeah got it." Riley said as Kal closed the bathroom door just as he sat down on the bed," Lovely wife I got myself." Riley said with a sarcastic tone that was meant to be under his breath but Kal heard it loud and clear as she got in the shower.

" I don't even know my last name. Oh my momma would be so ashamed. It started off,' Hey cutie, where you from?' And then it turned into, ' Oh no! What have I done?' And I don't even know my last name."