#I’m just complaining tonight cause I’m fucking exhausted

[t0ast-ghost]

Should I eat jello right now? Who’s to stop me?

[yoohyeon]

Some random user liked a post of me complaining about my neighbours earlier and f that user cause why are my neighbours playing music and screaming at pass 3am out of a sudden it’s like they predicted it

[enhaven]

busy ⤑ sjy (m.)

pairing: jake x reader

genre: fluff, smut, pwp, established relationship

wc & rating: 1.5k | 18+

summary: jaeyun’s bored out of his mind so he wants to play….but you seemed to be so busy.

warnings: cursing, groping, cockwarming, reverse cowgirl, unprotected sex, doggy lmao, orgasm delay/denial

a/n: a quick one (again) from my hoodie collection cuz i've been missing him oml while i work on longer fics. also this is unedited so pls excuse any mistakes!!

Several deep sighs and huffs can be heard from your boyfriend behind you, so it’s only a matter of time until he’d start whining that you’ve been ignoring him, again.

"baby i’m bored"

More than a minute, now that's a new record.

"okay, but i'm doing something" you sternly say, turning around to show him the screen of your laptop so he can see the number of pages of your paper that you still need to edit.

You did your best to not look at Jake because you need to focus. He's wearing that favourite hoodie of yours, the one that you borrowed the most. You couldn't help but think he's wearing it on purpose. He raises the collar, tightening up the drawstrings as he gives you that pleading look. He's been whining nonstop for about half an hour now and you're starting to feel bad.

Tonight's one of the nights where you're both free which is rare given how busy you and your boyfriend are. It just happens that one of your classes have a deadline this week and it's due before midnight. You’re technically done but the perfectionist in you still wants to do another round of editing just to make sure you’d submit the version that satisfies you.

Your boyfriend understands that. Hell, Jake's quite similar especially when it comes to academics. You're just hoping tonight's not an exception.

However, Jake thinks you’re always doing something. It’s not because he’s needy that he’s complaining. He’s seriously getting concerned about how much you’ve been tiring yourself lately.

Not just for this paper but for everything else too so he has to intervene before you exhaust yourself completely. You're stubborn for sure and it caused little arguments between you both in the past but he knows how to handle you.

Jake's a man of many talents and if there's one thing he's the most confident about, it's his ability to make you putty in his hands.

He places a firm peck on top of your bare shoulder blade. You thought that was it since he's very affectionate, not putting too much thought in to it as he's done it many times before. But then he leaves another and continues his kisses on the rest of your shoulders up to your nape so you know what he was doing.

"jaeyun i need to finish this" you try to say with more conviction but your voice came out a little weak.

Jake’s lips curl into a smirk. You’re not leaving his lap when you could've so if he just tries one more time..

You feel his large hands slowly creep under your shirt, his fingertips circling your skin. Jake feels your breathing quicken as you pauses your typing, prompting him to continue his ministrations on you. His hands ascend and before you can even stop him, both his hands cup your breasts.

"take a break" he whispers against your skin, casually biting the surface as he starts kneading your breasts roughly.

Curse you for choosing to wear a thin bra tonight. Normally, you wouldn’t but spending time with your boyfriend always ends up with him fucking you so you had to take precautions.

You should've taken more. That will never stop Jake though.

"b-babe, we fucked this morning" you struggle to fight off his effects on you, not really wanting him to stop with how heated you are already.

"so? we can’t fuck again?” he whines by your ear, ceasing his hands but not without giving them a hard pinch which dismayed you a bit. 

“we can but later. i’m almost done i promise” you turn around to give him a quick kiss in which he sneakily tries to deepen by pulling your neck. You thankfully was able to stop him, planting your hand against his firm chest.

“hmm, okay but..can i be inside you though? i’ll behave baby i promise” your eyes squint at Jake’s twinkling ones with his request, not really believing any of his words after the stunt he just pulled.

On the bright side, it’ll pacify him for the time being while you finish editing so you nodded.

Jake grinned at his successful attempt, helping you out of your night shorts. He immediately pulls down his sweats and boxers, just enough so he can take his cock out for you to sit on. He'd been hard since you sat on his lap and he's pretty sure you've noticed it but just paid him no mind.

You're good at that, resisting. But Jake also figured out how to break your defenses. 

He runs his hands along his shaft, giving it a quick squeeze while you part your thong to the side. The view made him chuckle, immediately sliding his swollen tip along your folds. Jake isn't really surprised with the amount of slick that's coating his cock already.

"baby, you're so wet-"

"sim jaeyun" your firm tone stops him at once, pulling you down by your hips as you slowly sink on him.

"shit.."

Your boyfriend didn't prep you so it's quite uncomfortable given his size. Jake usually fingers you up to three sometimes to make sure you're ready each time you have sex.

"fuckfuckfuck"

Jake takes a deep breath once you reach the hilt, closing his eyes to stop himself from fucking up to you. He may be good at controlling himself but when it comes to your pussy? He's no match for it.

You made it clear that you wanted to finish editing, evident when he sees your hand passing him his phone.

"play a bit so you won't get bored hmm?"

Jake begrudgingly accepts it, leaning back on the pillows as he starts playing a game on his phone. The slight movement causes his dick to move inside you, unintentionally hitting that spongy spot that elicits a moan from you.

It's followed by short gasp, probably thinking that he didn't hear it because he's busy with his own game. Oh but he did, he's just going to ignore it like you wanted. He loves you that much.

You were wondering why your boyfriend hasn't said anything. Usually he does, taunting you until you give in but his attention is fully on his phone now. You should be relieved because he's not bothering you anymore.

It lasted for a few minutes. You were able to do a lot of editing before one of his hands grip your hip.

"stop moving baby, i don't wanna loose here" he grunts, sounding breathless behind you. Loose in what? The game on his phone or this game he's playing with you?

You pause your typing, closing your eyes to try and control your breathing. Ever since Jake hit that spot earlier, you've grown desperate for him to do it again, not really realizing that you've been unconsciously clenching around his cock this whole time.

It's frustrating you that Jake seems to be not affected at all, continuing playing with his game, a few curses and whining here and there. You move slightly, hoping that he'll notice but still none. Maybe he's getting back at you for constantly ignoring him earlier.

You clamp on him again, rolling your hips a little and his grip tightened on your hip. You feel his cock twitch inside and you grinned. Closing your laptop now, you transfer it from your legs to the mattress. You're just relieved that you were able to finish before your horniness took over.

Jake's hand moves from your hip to the front side of your waist, controlling your movements as you start bouncing on his cock.

"you've been working hard baby" he chuckles, not failing to compliment you.

"mhmm, i love you jakey" you moan, close to a whine at this point since he's still not paying you his full attention.

"i love you too baby"

A yelp erupts from you when your boyfriend suddenly raise both of his legs, his hands holding up your body as he pushes you on your knees. Your face falls front on the mattress as Jake positions himself, careful not to remove his dick from your pussy in the process.

Damn his core strength.

Once Jake's both hands are on your sides, he begins fucking you senseless. Like how he's wanted to since you sat on his lap. He knew that you won't last long, that you need him like how much he needs you.

"you should relax a little" he coos, giggling a bit when he notices how tightly you're gripping the bedsheets. The intensity from his thrusts leaves your brain mushy, almost missing the his teasing undertone.

"h-how am i gonna relax when you're fucking me this hard" you're not really complaining and Jake knows it. He relishes all the sounds coming from you each time he has you like this. All pliant, all for him to do whatever he pleases.

"just the way you like it"

He caresses your ass as he speeds up his thrust, intentionally missing your soft spot to prolong this. He knows you're anticipating him to spank you a little but he won't. Instead, he slows down and contemplates if he should play with your swollen clit at the moment.

He'd have the time to calm himself, maybe pause, to punish you just a little bit. He's definitely not planning to let you cum yet.

Not until you start begging, again and again..

[cottonlemonade]

Six And A Half Minutes

word count: 1608 || avg. reading time: 7 mins. (ironically)

pairing: University!AU Suna x chubby!Reader

genre: Smutty McSmutterson, teasing, nipple play, friends to lovers (?)

warnings: mdni, nsfw, swearing, mentions of insecurities

synopsis: you haven‘t had sex in a while and your best friend offers to help out

“Don’t.“

“I wasn’t doing anything.“

“I know that look. Don’t call him.“

Rintarou had just stepped out of his bathroom back to the living room to find you staring at your phone, biting your nails in thought.

“I doubt he‘s even up, it‘s almost 2am.“

“Good, then put the phone away.“

“Ha, bit rich coming from you.“

He confiscated the device of temptation, ignoring the pout that followed.

“You’re getting this back when I know you’re gonna behave.“ He shook his head, flicking some access water from his hair into your face - like spraying a misbehaving puppy with a water bottle.

You turned back to the TV, sinking deeper into the collar of your PJs.

Exams were finally over and to celebrate you had planned a movie marathon with your best friend. Since the news predicted a nasty storm tonight you both decided you would spend the night on his couch.

“Why call the bastard anyways?“

You shrugged, not looking at him.

“Booty call? Christ, y/n, can‘t you just watch porn like the rest of us?“

“Eh, nothing‘s been doing it for me lately. I was so annoyed by the breakup and exhausted from studying that it‘s been well over a month since I-“, you stopped when you realized what you were saying.

He grinned. “You know, if you need it that badly, I‘ll step up.“

“Oh, you brave soul. I‘m good.“, you scoffed.

“You were just about to call a lying, cheating jerk and somehow my offer is ridiculous?“

“Don‘t take this the wrong way, but I don‘t wanna fuck my best friend and I highly doubt you want that either.“

Rintarou bit back a remark, then sighed and said, “We don‘t have to have sex to make you feel good, you know.“

“What are you gonna do? Stare me to orgasm?“

You finally managed to look at him - he didn’t seem to be joking.

“Nah, but I‘ve been told I‘m pretty good with my hands. And mouth.“

“What are you even saying right now? I don‘t want you anywhere near…“, you vaguely gestured to your lap.

“Alright then. Bet I can make you cum by just playing with your boobs.“

“Oh my god, you‘re serious.“

“Well yeah, thanks for noticing.”

You chewed your bottom lip in thought.

“What happens if you manage to make me cum?“, you asked in a small voice.

He shrugged. “Then you owe me one.“

The offer did sound exciting and you’d be lying if you said he had never crossed your mind during intimate moments you had with yourself. But this was insane! So many things could go wrong with this. What if things would turn weird afterwards and you‘d lose him as a friend?

“If it’s too weird like this we can set a timer or something.”, he suggested, as always reading your thoughts right off your face.

“Alright… how long… do you think you need? A minute?”

“One minute?! Are you kidding? I’m good, but not that good!”

You laughed nervously. “Fine. 3 minutes?”

“10.”

“10?! No! That’s too long.”

“Fine, 8.”

“How about 5?”

“7.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just keeping it realistic. 5 isn’t enough.”

“You can do it in 5.”, you said, trying to add a light encouraging tone as a joke.

He didn’t budge. “7.”

“Why 7?”

“Cause 7 minutes in heaven.”

He grinned again.

“I remember those seven minutes always being very long and awkward. 6.”

“7.”

“This is not how this compromising thing works!”

“Hey, you’re the one who wants to get off.”

“Fine…” you say, feeling heat creeping into your cheeks, “6 and a half.”

“For fuck sake. Fine six and a half. But don’t complain if you don’t cum.”

Your ears were ringing from his bluntness and you rubbed your legs together, trying to covertly get some friction.

He muted the TV and scooched closer, nodding towards your top.

You were pretty sure your whole face was bright red at this point.

“You gotta lift you’re shirt for me or take it off, whatever you prefer.“

The insecurities came flooding in. Sitting was not the sexiest pose you had to offer. Your belly fat rolled and bunched, then there were the stretchmarks clawing at your skin, plus you knew you had a terrible posture, making you sit like the hunchback of Notre Dame. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly and took a deep breath, slowly lifting the hem.

“Wait.“, he suddenly said and got up, hurrying out of the room.

Your shoulders sagged. Didn‘t take much for him to run for the hills. You wanted to bury your face in your hands but a few moments later he was already back, a tie in his hand.

“W-what are you doing?“, you stammered.

“Well, you looked super uncomfortable so I figured a blindfold might help. I don‘t have a proper one so I guess my old uniform tie has to do.“

That was… surprisingly thoughtful and sweet. You smiled and relaxed a bit.

With his help you used the red tie to cover your eyes. He made sure your hair wasn‘t caught anywhere and the knot wasn‘t too tight.

“Lay back.“, he said simply. You swallowed and slowly lowered yourself until your head touched the armrest.

“You comfortable now?“

You nodded.

“Alright.“

You heard him tapping on his phone. “Timer’s set, lift your shirt.“

Feeling a little more confident now, you did as he told you.

The complete darkness provided by the makeshift blindfold helped a lot and the cold breeze from his aircon brushed gently over your exposed skin.

If your nipples hadn‘t already been hard from the whole conversation before, they were now.

You heard him curse, then shift on the couch. You waited in your own private darkness. The only sound was the quiet whirring of the air con.

And then your bra was pulled down and his hands were on your breasts, caressing, just on the sides at first. A gasp dropped from your lips and you shivered, arching your back into the touch.

Rintarou‘s mouth was dry. He couldn‘t believe this was real. Your skin was so much softer than he had imagined. With calloused fingers he brushed over your flesh, just teasing at first, so very pleased when, with another shudder, goosebumps started to appear on your skin. Your nipples looked so fucking tempting but he wanted to build to it. Not like he had a lot of time, but he needed to savor this. When he finally cupped your breasts he had to bite his lips to stop a new stream of curses. Pillowy and inviting he wanted nothing more than to rest his head and fall asleep. Or push his painfully hard cock between them.

He was already two minutes down. Shit.

He loved how sensitive you were to every squeeze, every brush. You really hadn‘t had any release in weeks, huh. Fuck, he wanted you. He licked his lips and lowered his head. Holding your breasts in both hands he drew circles with the tip of his tongue around your nipples.

And you moaned. Sending lust filled surges straight to his cock. He felt the twitch in his sweats. He needed you to do that again.

He moved to the other nipple, making sure to flick the abandoned one with his finger. You started to squirm and he was rewarded with another moan.

More. More. He closed his lips around you, sucking gently, swirling his tongue around the perfect little pebble in his mouth.

Oh, he was addicted to you. There was nothing else but you. He let your nipple go, only to set kisses to your skin and blow on your little pearls, wet from his saliva.

“Fuck, Rintarou…“

He was getting dizzy, his movements became needier and it took all of his remaining focus to not start rutting his stiff cock against your plush thighs.

Your whimpers and sighs were almost non-stop now and he just openly groaned with your perfect tits in his mouth now, the vibrations tickling your nipples.

Where had the time gone? When he glanced over at his phone, he only had a minute left.

He nibbled at your breasts, sucking deep red marks into the flesh. His hands, so careful and gentle at first, now became groping and he moaned loudly when his cock made accidental contact with your leg. He was not above humping you like a dog but he really needed you to cum first.

“Oh God, yes… Yes, nngh, Rintarou, fuck…“

Shit, were you close? He pinched your nipples, then let them plop out of his mouth before really latching on like his life depended on it.

Cum for me, he thought. Please.

You raised your hand and he almost came right there himself, when your fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer to you.

“Fuck, y/n, cum for me.“, he whispered against your skin, “You can do it. Cum for me, baby.“

And the timer went off.

Startled by the noise you shot up, removing the blindfold.

The brightness of the lights left you disoriented for a moment. Rintarou sat before you, out of breath, flushed, disheveled. You had never seen this kind of hunger in his eyes. You felt embarrassed, fixing your bra over your slick covered breasts and lowering the hem of your shirt.

You still felt him on your skin. Why did you stop him? Maybe he would have continued, if you hadn‘t. Shit, you were so close.

While trying to avoid his eyes, your gaze landed on his sweats and the rather sizable imprint of his cock pushing against the fabric.

He didn‘t hide it. He knew you saw it. And he was waiting for your next move.

part 2

@nyctophilicroses - covertly slides over another Suna smut fic with chubby reader

[nephalem-da]

Hiiii the request you wrote (sarcastically yours) was so cute and I really loved the gender neutral non description of the reader like somebody else pointed out in the comments too.

I have another idea/request if you happen to be up for it.

Bill x gn!reader who is touch starved and had a terrible week. When Bill pops up to cause trouble they just snag him from mid air and trap him a hug as they lay down to cuddle him if he wanted to or not.

Over all mood can be kind of reader being tired and not taking shit or giving any fucks while he quirms in their hold, complaining and threatening them dramatically because how dare they just cuddle him? And why does he feel strangely cozy?

Anyway, thanks again for bringing the first request to life <3

Have a lovely day!!!

Caught In A Hug

(Bill Cipher x GN!Reader)

Enjoy!

Genre: Humor, Fluff, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Warning: Emotional exhaustion, Bill's chaotic behavior (mentions of bugs, fire, etc.), Light angst, fluffy ending.

Summary: After a rough week, you're too tired to deal with Bill Cipher's antics. When he appears, you pull him into an unexpected cuddle, ignoring his dramatic protests.

After an exhausting week, all you wanted was some peace, but of course, Bill Cipher had other plans. The chaotic dream demon had been popping in unannounced, causing trouble like always. But tonight, you were done. When he appeared mid-air, ready to start his usual antics, you didn’t hesitate. Reaching up, you snagged him from the air, pulling him into a firm embrace as you collapsed onto the couch.

“What the—HEY! What do you think you’re doing?” Bill’s voice was loud, his single eye widening in surprise as he flailed in your arms. “Let go of me, fleshbag! I’m the all-powerful Bill Cipher! You think you can just—HEY!”

You ignored his dramatic outburst, too tired to care about the dream demon's protests. Your arms tightened around his floating form as you sighed, settling deeper into the cushions. “Not today, Bill. I’ve had a really crappy week, and I just need this. You can complain all you want, but you’re not going anywhere.”

His yellow, triangular body squirmed against you, and his eye darted around, probably plotting some chaotic retaliation. “Oh, you’re gonna regret this! I’ll make bugs crawl out of your cereal! I’ll—ACK! Hey, are you even listening?!”

“Nope,” you muttered, eyes already half-closed as you buried your face into his smooth form, not bothering to think about how weird it was to be cuddling a literal demon triangle. “You’re warm. Kinda cozy too.”

Bill sputtered. “Cozy? ME? You’ve got some nerve! I’m a nightmare, a terror, an all-knowing force of the universe! And you—you—let go right now, or I’ll—” His threats trailed off as you shifted slightly, adjusting your grip to pull him closer.

He wriggled, floating slightly above you but still locked tight in your hug. “You really have no idea who you’re messing with, do ya? This is gonna end badly for you, I swear—Hey, stop nuzzling me! What’s wrong with you?!”

“Bill,” you grumbled, barely opening your eyes. “I’m too tired for your drama. Just… be quiet for a bit. I’m not letting go.”

There was a pause. You felt him stiffen, probably trying to figure out how to react to the situation. You couldn’t tell if he was more annoyed, confused, or horrified that you dared to trap him in such a mundane, human gesture.

“This is so beneath me,” he grumbled under his breath, though his voice had lost some of its earlier venom. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today. Normally, I’d make you regret this for eternity.”

You snorted softly, tightening your hold slightly. “Sure, Bill. Whatever you say.”

The room was quiet for a while after that. You could still feel Bill’s occasional squirm as if he couldn’t decide whether to break free or not. His eye darted around, and you could tell he was struggling with the situation—partly because it was so mundane, and partly because… well, he wasn’t used to this. Who would hug a literal chaotic being?

Bill’s grumbling gradually faded into silence, and you felt him settle in your arms. Despite his earlier protests, he wasn’t putting in much effort to escape anymore. It was almost as if he was… relaxing?

You could feel his energy pulsing slightly against you, warm and oddly comforting. It was bizarre, really—cuddling Bill Cipher of all beings. But right now, with how drained you felt from the week, it was exactly what you needed.

A while passed before Bill spoke again, his tone a little quieter and far less aggressive than before. “This doesn’t mean anything, got it? Don’t go thinking I’ve gone soft or anything.”

“Mmhm,” you mumbled, too close to sleep to argue. “Sure.”

“And I’m only letting this happen because you’re clearly too weak to handle my usual brilliance,” he continued, though it sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as you. “But just wait. I’ll make you regret it. I’ll turn all your furniture upside down, make your mirrors talk back—maybe even—”

You interrupted him by shifting slightly, pulling him even closer. Bill went silent, his body tense in your arms again as if he wasn’t sure how to react. After a few beats, he let out a long, exaggerated sigh. “You’re impossible.”

Despite his words, Bill didn’t move. In fact, he moved a bit closer, his usual chaotic energy now strangely subdued. For someone who thrived on chaos and destruction, being held like this clearly wasn’t something he understood—or was used to. And yet, he didn’t pull away.

The longer the silence stretched, the more you noticed a subtle shift in Bill’s attitude. His squirming had stopped, and while he still made the occasional sarcastic comment, his usual snark had softened into something more… tentative.

“Alright, fine,” he muttered at last. “But don’t think this is a regular thing. This is a one-time deal, got it? You try this again, and I’ll—”

“Mmhm,” you repeated, your voice sleepy. “Whatever you say, Bill.”

Bill grumbled something unintelligible, but his protests were far less forceful now. His body felt warm and secure in your arms, and despite all his complaints, he hadn’t made any real effort to escape.

As your breathing slowed, you couldn’t help but notice a strange, unfamiliar comfort in his presence. Bill Cipher, the all-powerful, terrifying demon, was somehow… calming? Cozy, even.

And though he’d never admit it, you had a feeling he didn’t hate this as much as he was pretending to.

“You’re still going to regret this,” he muttered, though his voice was softer now, almost tired.

“Sure, Bill,” you whispered, finally drifting off to sleep, still holding him close. “Whatever you say.”

And for once, Bill Cipher didn’t argue back.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Suds (Negan Drabble)

Negan x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are: open and encouraged

Summary: You invite Negan to come shower with you.

CW: implied smut, groping, vague angst, fluff this is really mostly soft

TWD tag list: @nervoussystemss (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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It’s days like this, where Negan is tired and exhausted and just so very drained that you fall in love that much more with him. He puts on that facade all day every day. It only makes sense that eventually, he’s going to burn himself out and when he does, you’re there. Always.

Usually, when he’s like this, he can let you take control and just sit back and relax for you. Whether that be sexually, or just in terms of what the two of you planned to do that night. But tonight none of your usual tactics were working overly efficiently today.

“Come on,” you say, standing up from the sofa and holding your hand out for the man to take. He looks between your hand and your face, arching a brow in interest. You chuckle, and swat at his shoulder. “Maybe later. Come have a shower with me.”

He wiggles his eyebrows and stands, reaching for your sides to tickle you. You shriek and jump out of the way, darting for the bathroom. Negan stretches with a chuckle before retrieving some clean comfortable clothes for the both of you and following in your footsteps.

By the time he emerges in the doorway of the bathroom, you have the water on. It’s practically scalding- just the way you like it. He wrinkles his nose and tosses the clean clothes onto the closed toilet lid. 

“So, let me get this straight,” Negan says, stripping his shirt off over the top of his head. “You’re inviting me to shower with you- but we’re not fucking?” 

You roll your eyes and pull the last of your undergarments off, testing the water temperature before stepping inside. 

“Because looking like that? Damn, babydoll- I’m just not sure if I can keep my hands to myself.” 

Negan pulls his pants down off his legs and groans when the warm water hits his skin when he hops in behind you. It must be instant relief for him after the week he’s had. 

“I’m not saying I’m not interested,” you say, kissing his shoulder as you encourage him to spin around to face away from you. “Just maybe a bit later. We’re both tired, love.” 

Negan hums, not able to fight with you on that. 

You squeeze a dollop of shampoo into your hands and lather it up before asking him to lean down for you. He chuckles but does as he’s asked for once, and you lather the shampoo into his hair. Negan groans as you massage his scalp and wash the oils and dirt away.

When you’re done and he’s washed the shampoo away, he turns around and captures you in a deep kiss. The water washes over you as he pushes you into the wall. Negan crowds into your space, running his hands over your hips, squeezing at your arse and groping at you, causing heat to flare in your gut.

You gasp into the kiss and Negan pulls away, grinning that predatory smile. 

“See, that’s better,” he drawls, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Not so tired after all, huh? Pass me that soap, would you?” 

You reach for the shower gel and hand it to the forbearing man in front of you. Negan pops the lid and squeezes some into his hand. This is one of his favourite things, you’ve noticed. Getting to wash you, soap you up and get you all sudsy like someone in those old magazines that used to hang up in mechanics' offices all over the world. 

He’s surprisingly methodical about it, making sure to get at every exposed bit of your skin. He enjoys washing away the muck and the dirt, leaving you pristine and shiny clean. 

And when he gets to the apex of your thighs and finds himself paying much closer attention to the area than strictly necessary to simply wash you, well, who are you to complain? 

Especially when it leads to having him inside you, as it always does. Negan’s right. 

He just can’t help himself when it comes to you.

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

1. Fairytale

From the june prompts. Set in the "accidental baby acquisition" au.

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For a decade, Anetra did not have a semblance of a sleep schedule, and that was how she liked it. She made her own hours, she was her own man. It meant she could go out in the middle of the week and get fucked up, then sleep it off until past noon and wake up fresh as a lettuce, knowing she had all night to catch up on work. That was the life.

And now here she is, eleven pm and exhausted already, struggling not to fall asleep in her baby sister’s tiny bed, again. It’s so bad for her back.

“Milena, please, it’s way past your bedtime.”

“I’m uncomfortable,” Milena complains, tossing and turning under the sheets.

She’s already asked for a glass of water, an extra blanket, a story, but nothing’s working tonight.

“Alright, wanna read another book?” Anetra attempts, rubbing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. “Goodnight Moon? The Very Hungry Caterpillar? The Cat in the Hat?”

Milena shakes her head at all the options. She’s quickly getting bored of the small collection of books she has, since they need to read at least two every night before she can fall asleep. Anetra should take her to a bookstore soon. That would make a good Saturday. God, she’s gotten so lame.

“Can you tell me a story? A new story.”

“What kind of story? A fairytale?” Milena nods and turns to face Anetra, expectant, curling her hands under her cheek.

“‘Kay. Hm.” Her eyes keep closing on their own. “Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a princess– no, a queen, ‘cause she had a crown and stuff.”

“Princesses have crowns,” Milena informs her.

And then, Anetra feels tiny hands and feet dig into her body as Milena climbs over her to get down from the bed and go to her costume trunk.

“No, Mile, it’s late, buddy, it’s bedtime,” Anetra says, sitting up. “Come lay down.”

Milena obeys, like always, but she managed to find a tiara and she puts it on as she goes. Anetra sets her in bed again, but then Milena can’t lay down comfortably with the plastic tiara, and when she tries to take it off, she finds it got tangled in her hair and it hurts when she pulls on it. Anetra tries but doesn’t fare better, and Milena’s almost at the point of tears when Sasha appears on the doorframe like she knows she’s needed.

“What’s going on, girls?”

“I can’t take it off,” Milena explains in a wobbly voice.

“Oh, baby.”

Sasha sits at the foot of the bed and reaches for Milena, who immediately leaves Anetra’s side for Sasha’s. Quickly and painlessly, Sasha detangles the tiara from Milena’s hair without pulling on it once. Just another item in the long list of evidence that Sasha is magical in Anetra’s head.

Sasha kisses the top of Milena’s head and they get her under the covers again.

“Can you stay until I’m asleep? Netra’s going to tell us a story!”

“Really?” Sasha asks with too much mirth.

Anetra rolls her eyes and pats the bed, and Sasha lays down so that Milena is in the middle. Her fingers thread through Milena’s hair, and Anetra starts the story again.

“Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a queen with a crown– though princesses can have crowns, too,” Anetra corrects herself before Milena does.

Milena nods approvingly and scoots back into Sasha’s arms, finally relaxing.

“The queen was beautiful, with dark hair and green eyes, and she gave the warmest hugs.” Anetra waits for Sasha to catch on and give her that bashful smile she loves so much. “She also had the prettiest smile.”

Sasha shoves her shoulder for that one, then goes back to playing with Milena’s hair. The queen in the story goes through odd adventures and befriends forest creatures and engages in general queen-ness, and by the time she gets her true love’s kiss, Milena is sound asleep.

“Do you wanna stay over?” Anetra whispers to Sasha on the other side of the pillow.

“I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’s late. You take the bed, I’ll take the couch. You need to sleep on a mattress, old lady.”

“Oh, and you think you’re chicken? Who’s the one falling asleep before midnight?”

“The same person who got woken up at six by a tiny creature staring at me from my bedside. I almost had a heart attack.”

Sasha muffles her giggles on the pillow, and Anetra thinks she couldn’t even dream up a queen more beautiful than her.

[harlowtales]

A chance encounter leaves Jack searching for his Cinderella 🪄✨✨✨

18 plus - Adult Themes

PART 1

Jack saw you from across the New Balance store. He was getting fitted for tour and was busy recording in New York and had an appearance on the Tonight’s Show. He walked in and they rushed everyone to finish their purchase to let the superstar shop. You desperately needed a new pair of shoes with being on your feet all day at work. Since working nights the pain was getting worse. You didn’t take kindly to being asked to clear out and were so annoyed you didn’t even care it was him.

“I’m not leaving because some big shot walked in here.” You said pointing over to him which had Jack looking around slightly embarrassed but quite entertained with a smirk on his face. “That’s so disrespectful to your other customers. My feet are in pain!” You complained loudly and caused a bit of a scene.

“Can I help?” You knew the voice. Everyone knew that smooth Kentucky drawl.

“Not unless you work here.” You shot back rudely. Like how dare he?

“Slow down I didn’t ask for the store to be cleared out. I wouldn’t do that.” He said “hold on let me clear this up. Don’t move.”

You sat down out of sheer exhaustion and agony and waited on him for what reason you didn’t know but were too miserable to care.

“K it’s all good, just shop and take your time. You ight?” He asked with the crease in his brow characteristically showing concern.

“Since you asked I am in fact NOT ok. My feet are fucking killing me working night shift.” You replied honestly.

“For real? What do you do? Oh sorry I know you know and don’t seem to care but I’m Jack by the way nice to meet you…” he said extending his hand

“Zoey.” You said shortly. You knew he was a heartthrob but Jack did nothing for you. Although his height in person was impressive you just weren’t into slick fuck boys and didn’t get all the hype about him. He did look effortlessly good though with a backwards green hat that went well with his eyes, white tank and jeans with the New Balances on that he designed with his best friend Urban. There was a kindness in his crystal blue bedroom eyes and dimpled grin with an almost boyish charm the way he covered his mouth and bowed his head when he chuckled. It was staring to register with you a little bit why girls liked him.

“Nice talking to you Jack I gotta go find something good with amazing arch support” You said sounding every bit the old lady you felt like.

“Um ok no worries I’ll um…leave you alone but you had me shook for a minute I can’t lie. I like your spunk Zoey.” He said almost tentatively but kept an eye on you as you browsed.

“My spunk? Ok Connor, me and “spunk” need some shoes for these tired ass feet.” Your slight grin let Jack know at least you didn’t hate him for potentially ruining your one chance to get comfortable sneakers.

“Forget it bro. She ain’t with it.” Urban nudged Jack and whispered. “Not every chick digs you man just chill.”

“Yeah you right lemme relax. Something about her though” Jack mused as he played with the little tuft of hair under his lip trying to figure out his next move or to actually leave you let you be.

“Yeah like she could give a rats ass who you are and now you’re taking it as a challenge and want to crack her code, we’ve been here before fam. Just drop it we gotta go.” Urban said sensibly. Since he settled down he really wasn’t into Jack hunting down girls around him. He had fucked up once and wasn’t about to do it again.

Later that day Jack Tweeted on X as he now rarely did and sent his fanbase reeling “Hey Zoey I got you. Holler.” while holding his New Balance collab. X was going nuts and soon it spread like wildfire across all platforms and gossip blogs were crashing fielding questions about who this Zoey person was.

A few weeks later you hopped on IG. With night shift, school, and managing your little one you didn’t have time to scroll and had turned off notifications for everything. You hadn’t told anyone about your encounter as you had virtually forgotten about it by now. Nobody alerted you to anything as there was thousands of Zoeys in New York City and you never talked about being remotely interested in Jack Harlow.

As you scrolled finally having the time to get your nails done you dropped your bubble tea. “Mommy are you ok?” Your daughter Aaliyah asked you and picked up your drink with her little chubby hands lovingly handing it to you. You pecked her on the forehead.

“Yes bubs I’m fine.” You lied. Suddenly you felt warm and like you needed to lie down, but why? It was New York and famous men checked you out before but this was no regular feeling. You weren’t following him on IG but a hip hop page had the pic of Jack holding the shoe and said “Who is Zoey a.k.a Cinderella”. You swallowed hard, followed him on X and Tweeted back “I’m a size 7”.

PART 2

“Jack? You good bro?” Copelan said watching Jack’s face suddenly look like he’d seen a ghost. They were out just chilling grabbing some fast food which Jack didn’t do often but lately he felt off and everyone noticed.

“She…it took weeks for her to…” he said dumbfounded. He hurriedly called his assistant Kat. “Get me on a flight to New York ASAP. Cope pack a bag we’re going to New York” Jack had kept his Twitter notifications on to know the minute you replied and was just about to turn them off again and flag it under just another chance encounter.

The plane couldn’t go fast enough. He had to get back and see if there was a chance of what exactly he wasn’t sure. He didn’t like feeling out of control like this. He called the shots in every situation but you had a way of unnerving him. Most of the girls in his circle didn’t have much to do but hang out and look pretty. Here you were working a night shift. He had to know more. There was a story there with you for sure. He saw pics of your daughter and you on IG but no dad. He was hoping the coast was clear.

His assistant had already found where you work. Mt.Sinai Hospital. Him, Copelan, Kat, and his security hit the room and had a nap because from Kat’s sleuthing she found out your shift at the hospital started at 9PM. Exactly what you did he wasn’t sure but by the looks of you he was crossing his fingers you were a nurse.

“Ok everybody listen up! It’s going to be another crazy night. You know what to do, have each other’s backs and Zoey will be your resident med student tonight so let her know what you need.” The safety huddle was only 5 mins before everyone scattered for a busy night at the hospital. You were loving your new sneakers, got an A on your last assignment, your daughter was safe with your Grandma and you got an extra pep in your step with a hot large coffee.

Tonight was going to be good. You were finally awake and had a 2 week break from school. It wasn’t easy being in med school as a single parent but landing the gig at the hospital was a huge win. Aaliyah was finally able to get the glasses she needed. Poor little thing kept bumping into things before it was realized how bad her eyesight was at 5.

The night was wearing on but that large coffee had worn off. You had to fill in at the front desk for a bit and it actually was a bit slow. To keep from dozing off you put in your earbuds and put on some Jack Harlow. After you met him you started listening to more of his music and liked what you heard. You put your feet up and did nod off for a second. You woke up with a start by a tap on the shoulder.

“Does anybody fucking work around here or what?”

“JACK????!” You screamed “WHAT THE FUCK”

“Hello is more like it young lady.” Jack said cheekily sitting on the front desk counter swinging his legs preparing to be a total nuisance.

“How did you..???” You said bewildered “When did..”

“I have my ways and I got in this afternoon.” He answered loving that he regained control by throwing you off so much. “So can you get off or what? I got your shoes want to take a walk and break them in?” he said producing a box of size 7 New Balances in his floral design.

“I…wow. Thank you so much.” You said blushing opening the box with a smile that showed your dimples.

“That’s what I like to see.” Jack remarked wholeheartedly. To see you smile and be happy rather than annoyed to see him like the first time made the whole trip worth it. “I also brought well…a smaller pair.” He said as Copelan handed him another smaller box for Aaliyah. “I hope they fit her.” He said.

“Jack I can’t.” You refused the pair for your daughter not wanting to send him the wrong message and not trusting him yet.

“Please. It’s just some shoes, we give them away to kids all the time. I insist.” He said convincingly

“So you’ve obviously been on my insta to know where I work and have a daughter.” You said not sure what to make of all this but cautiously accepting the small box.

“I also didn’t see no man on your gram.” Jack said confidently his manly side showing up in a big way.

“Yeah about that…” You said slowly “I’m too busy and Aaliyah’s dad passed away the 1st year she was born so it’s just me and her now.”

“Oh.” Jack said completely changing his posture to a more humble one. “I’m sorry to come all up in your space like this.”

“No don’t be it’s adorable. I just can’t you know…” You said trying to let him down gently. You saw his face drop and decided to make it up to him. “Let me work my magic and I’ll be right back.”

His face lit up and he jumped down from the counter excited. A few minutes later the supervising doctor came out. “So you weren’t lying! It’s Jack Harlow!” She exclaimed. “Nice to meet you” She said nervously shaking Jack’s hand way too hard and for too long. “You know what Zoey? Take tonight off we got it covered here.”

“Imma get you some sneakers too.” Jack said to her gratefully as he walked away with you. Just let Zoey know your size and I got you.”

“Seriously??!! Can you sign them?” Your supervisor said glowing.

“Done.” Jack said “I’ll send them signed.”

“Wow. So how long you been a nurse?” Copelan asked you.

“Um I’m in med school to be a doctor. Cardiac specialist actually.” You said a little tired of people always assuming women were nurses.

“Oops my bad. I didn’t mean..” Cope tried to recover but Jack just gave him a sign to stop.

“Look Jack I need to know where we’re going. I can’t be walking in too late.” You said worried about Aaliyah and knowing your Grandmother would not be having you coming in wee hours of the morning because you had been out with a rapper.

Jack opened the door of the black SUV for you and once nicely inside he sat beside you and took your hand and said “I know you’re a mom and you have a life and responsibilities and I totally respect that. Nothing crazy, let’s go for a bite to eat with the team so you feel safe. There’s no rush. I’m here for a few days because I wasn’t sure how this would go and in case you didn’t like that I surprised you I had time to go back in for more abuse until I had a relative level of success.” He chuckled and it melted your heart. You were starting to relax.

Dinner was fabulous. It was the fanciest restaurant you had ever been in. It made you a little scared because you were working hard and you didn’t want to give Jack the impression you could be bought and no way was he meeting Aaliyah any time soon. You never had guys in and out of her life and you weren’t about to start now. As glasses of wine clinked and the hum of rich conversation was all around you as you sat in your hospital scrubs you knew that without Jack, the way you were dressed, how ordinary you looked, you would never get in a place like this on your own. Your head was spinning. Forever the med school major you were thinking too much. “Why can’t I just enjoy this?” You thought in frustration.

Jack caught a vibe you were uncomfortable. He leaned over to you and whispered “Hey you want to go for a little walk? Get some air?”

“Sure.” You said immediately feeling claustrophobic.

He got up and pulled out your chair for you. As you stepped out of the buzzing Italian restaurant the night air was chilly so he gave you the light jacket he was wearing and rubbed your shoulders to warm you up making you full on laugh.

“That’s what I been wanting to hear. That laugh. That’s the spark in everything.” Jack said wistfully as you strolled together down the street in the city that never sleeps hitched under his arm. For both of you it felt like a dream. You leaned your head on him that sent a tingle through his body. He liked girls before but was this what love felt like? The feeling he said in numerous interviews he had never felt? Maybe it was the champagne but his head felt light and he felt a weight had been lifted off of him having you warm up to him like this. He just wished he could take you home with him. You, Aaliyah, your Grandma and make all your lives so much easier, but he knew that wasn’t possible, at least for now.

“Thank you Jack for all this I…” Jack interrupted what you were saying with a deep kiss. Steam was rising from the street with lights and sounds going fuzzy for that moment like you were in some surreal parallel universe. You didn’t expect his lips to feel so soft and the touch after so many years of not being kissed was almost overwhelming and old instincts kicked in to escape closeness.

“Oh god, Jack that was… oh my, I need to get home to Aaliyah.” You lied checking your watch. Everyone at home was sleeping not even aware you were not at work.

“Zoey please.” Jack pressed into your body gently going in for another kiss.” This time you felt yourself wilt and totally succumb to him. He backed you up against a brick wall as you hadn’t noticed you had turned into an alley that was hard to see what was happening but you felt completely safe with him. Too safe.

“I need you Zoey.” He said breathlessly as his hand drifted lower and lower to your behind. You pushed your tongue into his and felt him rising. Was it going to happen here? In the open like this?

“Jack no this can’t happen here.” You said weakly protesting as he kissed up your neck.

“I wouldn’t expect anything now.” He said “I’m just savouring this moment. Why don’t we head back sweet Zoey, songs are written about girls like you.”

PART 3

In dropping you off Jack walked you to your door. An old brownstone row house you shared with your Grandmother and daughter. As you were saying goodbyes and you were standing in the doorway Aaliyah snuck right past you. You didn’t even hear her coming. With pyjamas on, a curly mop of hair, rubbing her eyes with a teddy bear she was suddenly looking at Jack bewildered.

“Hi.” She said to him shyly and hugged your legs.

“Aaliyah hunny I’m sorry to wake you up.” You apologized picking her up and hitching her on your hip. This wasn’t supposed to happen! Now she saw Jack and Jack saw her.

Jack was immediately taken by Aaliyah. She was a mini- version of you and he felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest. It was hard to contain what he was feeling and not be super goofy with her in some way. He hoped to have a few of his own one day.

“Hey Aaliyah right? Pleased to meet you I’m Jack.” He simply said not wanting to overwhelm the tired little girl.

Aaliyah rested her groggy head on your shoulder and stuck her thumb in her mouth. “Well Jack as you can see I have to tuck her back in. Thank you so much and I apologize for how I acted when we met.” You offered.

“It’s all good. You were going through it that day. Bye Aaliyah, have sweet dreams. I got you a gift and your mom is going to give it to you tomorrow ok?” Jack said rubbing her back.

“Ok Mr.Jack.” She said sleepily

“Zoey, can I please see you tomorrow?” Jack asked cautiously hopeful.

“Jack I have to spend time with Aaliyah tomorrow.” You replied.

“Ok I can come with, if it’s ok. Aaliyah can I hang out with you and Mommy tomorrow?” Jack asked her

“What are you doing? Don’t ask her that, she’s not ready for that.” You shot back at him turning away cradling Aaliyah as she drifted off back to sleep.

“She’s not ready? Or you’re not ready.” He countered. He wasn’t going to back down easily.

“Jack…” you started to say

“I’ll pick you up at Noon.” He interrupted. You had successfully curved guys for years but feared you just met your match. “How’s the Zoo sound tomorrow for this little sleepy bubs.” Jack said affectionately.

“I call her bubs.” You said frozen in surprise at him using that word.

“I knew this was on some serendipity vibes meeting you. I hope you’re ready to make some changes in your life Zoey cuz this is happening.” Jack said firmly

PART 4

Aaliyah waited by the window for the man that gave her the pretty sneakers with flowers. She liked that he was nice to her mommy and made her smile because mommy didn’t smile that much. She saw the Black SUV roll to a stop in front of her house. He started walking up and rang the doorbell. Aaliyah jumped down from the couch “Mommyyyyyy!!!! Mr. Jack is here!”

You were in your room breathing and talking to yourself that everything would be fine. “It’s just the Zoo, it’s just the zoo.” You said calmly while freaking out inside. That kiss lived in your head rent free since it happened and made you nervous to see him again. You jumped when the doorbell rang and Aaliyah called for you. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror scrutinizing every last detail of your outfit. Hoop earrings but not too big, jeans with a rips in the knees, Jordan’s and a Nirvana hoodie, light makeup, and sloppy but controlled bun. This was a day at the Zoo with a pre-schooler not exactly the time for impressing Jack, and in fact you didn’t want to send the message you were too available.

Jack had a personality that was very strong, quiet, light hearted but energetic all at the same time. He was almost as much of a handful as Aaliyah. You were adjusting to who he was feeling awkward and out of practice going on dates. When you made it downstairs Jack, his Security, Copelan, his assistant, and the driver were all in the living room talking to Aaliyah and your Grandmother. They were eating some fresh homemade banana bread and sipping some tea out of the good tea set. Granny only broke that out for damn near royalty.

Aaliyah was enjoying the extra treats she was getting because there was a guest. She sat happily having an extra piece of banana bread which was her favourite and playing with a new Barbies Jack instructed Kat to pick out for her at Wal-Mart early in the morning. He knew the key to your heart was him treating Aaliyah right and he was holding back from spoiling the little girl or you. He had brought you flowers but that’s it. He could tell showering you with gifts would make you run.

As you appeared in the doorway everyone stopped and looked at you. Jack swallowed hard because he thought you looked naturally gorgeous. Copelan nudged him because he had his mouth hanging open and was staring. “Miss Zoey you had this poor man waiting on the stoop I had to entertain and feed him poor thing was hungry.” Your Grandmother said in a chiding tone.

“Thank you Granny for entertaining everyone while I took a whole 5 minutes to come down.” You said sarcastically. “Aaliyah you remember Jack right?”

“Yes and he brought me Barbies!” Aaliyah exclaimed

“I see that. Don’t get spoiled.” You cautioned her sternly. “Shoes and Barbies in less than 24 hours. Wow okay thank you Jack.” You said disapprovingly.

“Zoey! So rude!” Your Grandmother said in shock you would say that to the only date you had in years that happened to be so handsome and charming. “I’m sorry for my Granddaughter’s attitude Mr. Harlow.” She said turning to Jack embarrassed.

You were mortified and turned crying running upstairs and slamming your bedroom door. “What is wrong with me?” You said sobbing uncontrollably.

“It’s ok Mr.Jack Mommy cries a lot.” Aaliyah said while playing with her Barbies.

“I got this. Guys we’ll meet you in the car. Aaliyah I’ll go check on Mommy ok.” Jack said concerned it was so normal for the little girl to see you cry like that. He gently knocked on your door. “Zoey? You ight? Can I come in?”

You were surprised he hadn’t left. You blew your nose, straightened yourself out and opened the door. “Hey” you said humbly knowing you were totally out of pocket a minute ago.

“Hey.” Jack said softly holding out the bouquet he brought you like some sort of peace offering. “May I?” He asked gesturing to wrap his arms around you to which you tearfully nodded. “No matter how hard you try I’m here. Even if this goes nowhere. I know this is a lot for you and I been holding back to not overwhelm you but if I don’t push a little Imma get nowhere.”

Jack continued holding you and tilted your chin up to look him in his blue eyes. “I’m just trying to get to know you. I didn’t fly all the way back here with my team to make you feel bought and paid for. I genuinely think Aaliyah is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen because she’s a mini you and I’m hoping…Zoey I….I’ve fallen for you and dammit Imma fall as hard as I want to. You’re not the only stubborn one up in here.”

Jack disarmed you once again with his caring calm voice and his warm embrace. “I don’t deserve you. I’m a single mom, I’m not anything to date a famous person. I don’t know how to act or what to say.” You said frustrated with yourself.

“Zoey, that’s why I like you. You’re just you. I haven’t seen you try to impress me once since I met you and you don’t know how much that means to me. Barbies? I held back from buying Aaliyah that whole damn toy store. I’m trying to go at your pace but you gotta let me do something to show I care. So can we go to the Zoo? I’d really like to get out of your bedroom because 3 more minutes and we are taking this convo to the mattress. That messy bun is my kryptonite.”

You giggled and gathered yourself to have a great day. “I’m going to the Bronx Zoo with Jack Harlow and it’s perfectly natural right? What in the actual fuck is going on??!!!” You thought as he helped you into the luxury SUV with the most plush seats you ever sat in holding your hand all the way to the Zoo.

PART 5

“Mommyyyyy!!!! Look!! The giraffes have suuuppper long legs like Mr. Jack.” Aaliyah said delightfully not in any way trying to insult Jack. She was quite taken with him hitching a ride sitting on his shoulders.

Jack thought it was adorable “Can’t beat kids for their brutal honesty” He said with a giggle.

“Wow now I can’t unsee it.” You said with a straight face looking at him and looking at the giraffe. Jack thought he was the only one that could joke sarcastically serious but he was wrong. Most girls would be afraid to come off rude and be putting on a show for him on their best behaviour but not you. He’d already experienced you being down right rude and a crying mess so this was a step up as far as he was concerned.

The day was super fun but on the way home both you and Aaliyah fell asleep on either side of Jack putting your full weight on him. Kat thought it was so cute she took a picture. “Don’t post that it would piss my baby right off.” He whispered in a chuckle feeling like the luckiest man in the world.

“Your baby?” Kat said with a smirk “Careful Jack it sounds like you have feelings after all.”

“I have lots of feelings I just make sure I stuff em down as far as I can cuz when I settle down it’s gotta be forever. I have big shoes to fill with my Grandparents and parents married for so long.” He said so seriously it gave Kat tingles. She was so happy to see this side of her boss. “I can’t fuck up my whole bag on some gold digger. This one right here…might be it” He said pecking you on the forehead waking you up.

“Oh geez I’m so sorry I fell asleep on you!” You said with a start.

“It’s fine. I’m glad y’all enjoyed it.” Jack said

“I never been to the Zoo. My parents died before…and then her dad…I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a downer. We had a ball Jack.” You said not wanting to ruin the moment. There was plenty of time for sob stories. You happily pecked him on the cheek.

“That’s why you cry a lot.” Jack said looking at you like his whole world.

“How did you know that?” You said incredulously

“A little birdie told me.” He said looking at Aaliyah passed out leaning on his arm.

“Yeah that little birdie sings like a canary sometimes.” You said frowning at your daughter for spilling that tea.

When he dropped you off it was turning into evening. Granny was cooking up a storm disappointed Jack couldn’t stay for dinner. Jack had Aaliyah on his shoulder and carried her upstairs. You tucked her in and met him in the hallway. He pulled you in for a long kiss his hand grazing your breast but he pulled it back. “One day soon Jack, I promise.” You said breathlessly. “It’s not like I don’t want to I just…”

“You don’t have to explain but if I don’t hit the road we gone make a movie in your childhood bedroom and Granny tryna feed me.” He said completely serious but you snorted a laugh.

“Mmmmm I hope we make a movie and a sequel.” You said caressing his built chest through his TShirt.

“Zoey please I’m getting a hard on stop it.” Jack said in mock protest. “Im tryna turn over a new leaf here and behave myself.”

“You’re right. Aaliyah is all I can handle.” You replied rolling your eyes at her bedroom door. “Unless….”

“Unless what?” Jack said sexily leaning back against the wall while you put your hand on his generous bulge through his trackpants

“Zoey…..” he moaned

“Come to my room.” You said daringly pulling him in and locking the door.

Granny heard a thud from upstairs as you both flopped on the bed and just shook her head giggling to herself as she finished the macaroni and cheese she was making to go with the pot roast. “I guess he’s staying for dinner.” She said

@itsyagirljaz @okaaay-mice @ride4harlow

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Ch 2: Refusing to Accept Tetta: Kisaki x Fem Reader +18 WC: 2750+ Chapter 1 chapter3

TW: Vaginal penetration, creampie, orgasm, masturbation, making out, unprotected sex, arguing, and Angst A/N: Kisaki is unable to accept what he feels for you, are soulmates bound to be together or teach us life lessons. Will you abound to him or just a lesson in his life? I hope you all enjoy! (unedited and also featuring Hanma!)

It felt like after the first encounter instead of him coming twice a week it was mostly every day. He requested you to be available at a certain time and you accepted each time. You both would do his readings at times then it would lead to sex, or he would walk to the back causing you to close up the shop. Entering the back room he controlled you and you couldn’t help but enjoy every moment of it. It was nothing official, it seems he treated it like a friends-with-benefits type of thing. You wanted more but each time you brought the questions to your cards when it wasn’t the right time.

Just like right now looking at the cards “Of course I knew this answer was coming…” you sighed. Grabbing the cards, you did ask the question hoping it wasn’t a one-sided interest, he did have some feelings for you but he seemed not to be ready for commitment. Looking at the time he was going to arrive soon. Grabbing the items on the table you began placing them back on the shelves. You got glance of yourself in the mirror and noticed the two purple marks on your neck from the night previously. 

The more he was around the more you felt like you had to accommodate just for him and you had never done this for anyone before.  You waited for hours and he didn’t appear. You texted him twice with no response.  He may have been busy… You were getting tired so you decided to lock up the shop and head home for the night. Flicking all the lights off you grabbed your bag. 

Kisaki was in his office and he looked at the final text you sent him. 

You: I’m closing up the shop, night.

He put his phone down before picking up his drink, swirling his glass of bourbon. “Not going to see your ‘little friend’ tonight.” he heard the voice of Hanma entering the room. Rolling his eyes “Stop calling her that…” 

“Maybe you should go see her, you're a bit nicer when you get laid.”  He smirked adjusting his glasses. “Or maybe you are getting attached to her and just don’t want to admit it.” He could read him like a book if there was something like Kisaki, it was like an addiction he couldn’t shake after just one hit. Kisaki hated that Hanma caught onto it. Even some of the others may have known about his nightly fuck sessions. But they couldn’t complain when he was getting laid he was a bit nicer Ignoring the line of questions “Did you already finish the job?” “Of course,  it wasn’t that much of a challenge to make something look like an accident, no-brainer.” Hanma responded. “Question for you.”

“What is it?” He looked over at the tall slender man.

“Did you even ask her the question you wanted to ask her in the first place? Or you don’t want to ruin the little fun you are having with her?” Hanma asked.

Finishing the rest of his drink  he got up from his seat “I’m going out for a bit.” 

Hanma saw Kisaki exit the office checking the time “That means see you in the morning.”

Kisaki exited the building and got into the car. He had your information about where you live. He found out everything about you, the shop you ran was only open a few months before he started going. Looking at the time it was 11:27pm. Contemplating for a moment he decided to show up to your home. He had to come to terms soon if he should ask the question or if he was planning on sleeping with you just a bit longer.

When you got home you went straight to bed. Your body was exhausted and maybe just a bit disappointed you didn’t see him. Your body was in slumber before you heard the banging on your front door. You heavily popped open as your eyes adjusted in the dark room looking at the time it was 12:12am. “Who the hell is banging at my door?” you got up putting a robe on. You began to walk through the dark hallways flicking the switch on. As you made your way to the door  “Do you know what time it is?” you said annoyed as you approached the door.

“Open the door _____.” The familiar voice spoke on the other side of the door. 

Unlocking the door  “What are you doing here? How did you…. Nevermind that stupid question.” you opened the door more letting him in, it was more obvious he looked up your information. “I assumed you were busy, that's why you didn’t respond or you decided to never come back.” crossing your arms you spoke in a teasing tone. “I got caught up that's all…”  He looked around your apartment and noticed how simple it was. He saw some of the same things from the shop in your home.  But notice the plants in your apartment and how well they seemed to be doing. A few photos of you and your family are displayed on the side table. 

“I see…” you scratched the back of your head. “You didn’t have to come here this late, I could have seen you later on.” “I didn’t want to wait till later on.” He closed the gap between you and him as his hand rested on your hip. “It’s very hard to not go a day without touching you.” Kisaki spoke as he knew what you wanted to hear from him and it made you cave in. 

It didn’t take you long to end up on your bed with both of your legs resting on his shoulders. Your hands gripping onto his biceps, the motion of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt hitting your g spot every single time “Kisaki~~ you gonna make me cum again~~~” you whimpered with your glossy-eyed expression. He didn’t care how many times you came as long as he was still hard he was still going to fuck you. Kisaki felt your hands tensing up on your biceps -

“You must have been really needy for me to cum this much tonight.” grunting as he continuously pumped his cock into your warm slick walls. The cockiness tone he spoke was only feeding his ego more. Bringing himself up, removing your legs from his shoulders. From his view, he saw your body, the way your breast bounced each time his cock went inside of you. His hand stimulated your clit as he still thrust into you. The way your body squirms with the overstimulation of your pussy. 

“Fu-fuck~~ Kisaki cum inside me please.” you looked up at him. The two things he hasn’t done since you two have been fucking, one was kissing or and the other cumming inside of you. He knew the risk of him cumming inside of you. The possibilities of what could happen 9 months after just coming one time inside your tight cunt.  It was dangerous enough at times it was hard for him to pull out. A condom was used when he remembered to put it on. “Can’t do that pretty girl you know the rules~~” watching his dick go in and out of you, “too risky.” he let a husk breath out. The mumbling of curse words you could barely make out came from his lips. 

“Break the rules this one time for your pretty girl.” Your voice whimpered softly, giving him a pleading look. ‘My pretty girl… My pretty girl.’ he thought to himself. He liked the sound of it too much. He leaned in closer fixated on the term, his lips hovering over yours “My pretty girl my pretty girl.” he whispered. The increased friction as he was still thrusting at you was getting to him as well. At this point, he was gonna break his own rules for this one moment of pleasure. His lip shoved against yours. You could feel the desperation on his lip as he felt like he was holding back on kissing you for so long and now he did it he didn’t want to stop. His tongue slid into your mouth as he began to dominate yours. His body melted into yours, with every thrust. It seemed to sync when you felt the high coming. The final thrust you didn’t feel him pull out he pressed his pelvis deep into your cunt milking his cock and hearing the low moans as his lips were against yours still. When his lips were removed from yours he was trying to compose his breathing. He was looking down at you, his thoughts were becoming more clear now coming down from his high. He now was feeling a bit of regret for what he did. He got so wrapped up in the moment he couldn’t even bring himself to ask his question to you. Removing his cock from your filled cunt as it began to leak out. “We cannot have that happen again ______” Kisaki sat on the edge rubbing his face before reaching for his glasses on the counter, he began to get dressed quickly... Grabbing your robe looking at the time  3:17am. “Kiskai it's already late, just stay the rest of the night.” you offered him as you tried to reach for his hand

“I can’t do that, I will see ya later.” He grabbed his jacket and made his way to the front door as you were behind him. “Get some rest _____.” 

Since that day you haven't heard from Kisaki at all in 3 days. You didn’t want answers from your cards, you didn’t even ask them. Maybe you were scared of what you would see.  It was hard fighting the temptation. You were so into the moment you blamed yourself for the words you spoke to him. It was eating at you and you didn’t take his rule into consideration at that moment... 9:50pm it was a slow day not wasting any more time, you were going to head home. You began to clean up your workstation when a knock on the glass door caught your attention. Coming from the back you saw Kisaki was at the door. Opening the door for him he didn’t speak a word. “Kisaki?” You spoke his name. “I just want to say is-“ 

“I need a reading” he cut you off he took a seat. 

You raised your brow and he seemed to ignore anything you were saying.  You took a seat cleansing your cards once more, something was off with his aura. “ What is your question?” You began to shuffle your deck.

“Hinata Tachibana will accept my love when I confess to her?” He spoke in a cold tone.

You froze for a moment hearing the question “What?” You looked up at him. ‘Who is this woman he is talking about? Accept his love?’ You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. Your heart was racing rapidly already. 

“ You heard it correctly ______”  Kisaki's eyes looked at you. “Can you make this quick? I need to go take care of things.” He reached into his breast pocket and placed a stack of bills on the table. 

Placing the cards down for a moment. “Who is this woman?” 

“Someone I loved over the years.” He spoke coldly toward you.

You closed your eyes for a moment to compose yourself. Grabbing the deck once more you proceed to shuffle. One after another the three of swords, the moon and the 5 of cups… you ran your fingers through your hair. 

“Kisaki…. She won’t…” you quietly spoke.

“Come again?” As he couldn’t understand the mumbles coming from you but saw the 3 cards in front of you. 

“She won’t accept your love.”  You spoke more clearly to him. 

“Ask the question again.” He spoke a bit more demandingly. This wasn’t something he wanted to hear at all. With everything he has done over the years and to hear an answer like that he wouldn’t accept it. “Now ask the question.”

You were a bit taken back by his tone towards you.  “It's going to have the same outcome no matter how you ask it, Kisaki. She does not see you like that.” you calmly spoke looking at the card you picked the following card the tower. You looked at the cards, your elbows resting on the table, your fingers rubbing your bottom lip. “If you do this something bad is going to happen…”

“Is that so?” responded in a condescending tone. “Something doesn’t seem right…”

Cocking your brow. “This is what they are showing me. Kisaki, she was not meant to be in your life as a lover, she is already bound to someone else…” a bit sterned in your tone. The more he thought about it, the more he became pissed. He felt like you were not speaking the truth to him. “I call bullshit on this reading clearly you're not in the right state of mind to perform it.”

“Seriously? When have I ever lied to you or given you false information about anything when you met me?” you started to get upset about how he was speaking to you. “It was never an issue until now.” Seeing the hurt in your eyes “Don’t tell me you're becoming attached now?” you didn’t respond to the question, still trying to keep it together. You began putting the cards back into the deck before you got up and walked to the back room putting them away. “Your silence says it all,” he said 

Walking back to the front you were 3 feet away in front of him “There was a reason you were brought here in the first place, important encounters are planned by souls before the bodies see each other. Can you look me in the eyes and say you never felt anything for me? I know you can't deny it Kisaki .” you grabbed the money and shoved it at him. “I don’t need this.”

“So you're trying to say we were meant to be together? All this spiritual crap has gone to your head _____. Wake up to reality if you want something you have to go and get it. Each reading you did was luck...” His words stabbed you in the chest. 

“You need to leave and not come back, get out....GET OUT!” You shouted. He didn't utter a word as he saw the broken look on your face. He left in a matter of moments and it was just your in the store. You locked the door, turning around so you couldn’t keep it together anymore. Rushing to the back room, the tears fell onto your cheeks, your back hitting the wall as you slid down, your knees curling to your chest.  

Soulmates often end up together but there were times they didn't, instead,  they were meant to be lessons in our lives. You wish this wasn’t a lesson even with the hurtful words he spoke to you it didn't sound like him… you just know his ego is going to be bruised and he will act irrationally. 

You closed the shop for a few days and you couldn’t handle the chaos that is going to unleash. You didn’t want to see it or hear about it. You avoided touching your cards, you just need a break from it all. Blocking numbers or anything associated with Kisaki you just wanted to forget. 

[xojennyboo]

A/N: Another update. Hope you enjoy. Don’t forget to like, reblog, follow, comment, suggest. Thank you always.

Y/N’s POV

The days at work have been exhausting. Long days and occasionally long nights. At this rate you didn’t know what having a personal life. My job overtook everything in my life and at this point il just accepted it. I couldn’t complain, I Am extremely good at my job, and I get it done when needed. I enjoyed the rush that came when meeting a deadline.it was extorting.

Being good at what I do means that there will be people who envy you. On my case, that person is Harry. Like myself, he does a very good job. He’s a workaholic, like me. He’s basically the male version of me, and that infuriates him in some way. He’s always competitive, which you enjoyed due to loving to see his reaction when you beat him at his own game. That was always a rewarding feeling.

The quarter was officially over and that meant that everyone was invited to drinks at a bar nearby. I was tired but I could never pass down free drinks. I was finishing the last-minute updates on my report when I suddenly felt my chair being swung around to meet my work bestie Jess. “Are you ready to have drinks tonight and get fucked up”, she says, holding on to the arm rests on either side of my chair. “For one, I’m not going to get bucked up”, I say removing her hands Off my chair and turning around to save my report and turn off my computer. “On come on Y/n, live a little”, she whines, placing her chin on my shoulder. Her touchiness never bothered me as long as she didn’t go past my boundaries.

“Yeah y/n, live a little. Don’t be such a buzzkill", I near Harry say from behind the both of us, causing my eyes to roll. Leas stepped to the side with a small smirk on her face as she watched Harry walking by my desk. “Fuck off Harry”, I bit, getting up and gathering my belongings. ‘Make me”, he smirks. “Ill see you ladies at the bar”, he says, looking back to wink our way. Ugh. “He’s fucking annoying", I tell jess, turning towards her to see a huge grin on her face. “Jess don’t start”, I warn. Less has had this conspiracy that Harry and I find each other attractive, or sexually attractive, which is why were always down each other’s throats.

I admit, Harry is a very attractive man but he’s so full of himself, which for me is such a turn off. To me, I see a man who feels threatened to be beat by a woman. “Oh, come on y/n. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun with him. I’m 100% sure that he finds you attractive just like every other man here”, she teases. ���Shut it. They’re also attracted to you”, I say remembering the many times I’ve noticed different coworkers looking at her direction as she walks by. Jess is beautiful, she just doesn’t fully embrace it. “I can’t confirm nor deny that all I know is that we’re late and we’re wasting our drinking time”, she says literally dragging me out of the building.

We walked the short distance to the bar making own way through the busy streets. Once we arrived at the bar we were greeted by our colleagues. One of our friends, Josh, waved towards us at a nearby table. We shimmied our way through the room until me were greeted by Josh who was accompanied by other colleagues and none other than Harry. “Look who decided to show up. Maybe you’re not a buzzkill after all”, Harry teases making your eyes roll. “She’s definitely not a buzzkill. You should've seen her during our college years. She was the life of the party”, Jess says making you groan. “Oh really? I’m intrigued", Harry leases taking a sip of his, what looks like, scotch. “Jess, please. I’m pretty sure no one wants to hear about- “, “I do”, Harry cuts me off. “And I’m pretty sure everyone here wants to hear all about, am I right everyone?", Harry asks the colleagues at our table. I watch as they nod in agreement. “Great, now let’s hear it. How wild was y/n Jess “, he asks, maintaining his attention on me. “Ugh, I need a drink”, I say as I walk towards the bar to order us a drink as Jess tells our fun college nights.

“Two mojitos please”, I tell the bartender. "Mojitos. Fruity”, Harry says next to me as he orders another scotch. “What? Is it not to your liking?", I snip. He smirks at my remark, shrugging his shoulders. “Not necessarily. I always thought you’d go for something stronger", he says. “Well, I don’t”, I say, taking my drinks and walking back to the table handing Jess her drink. “Wow y/n sounds like you had fun back in the day”, Josh says as Harry comes back handing him a drink. “What did I miss?”, Harry asks standing next to me. “You just missed Jess telling us the time y/n got dared to go skinny dipping at this frat party and then drank to the point she blacked out”, Josh says making me cringe at the memory. I remember making up with a huge bruise on your leg.

“Wow doesn’t sound like someone who can be a buzzkill", Harry says. “Yeah, well, I grew up”, I say, taking a sip of my drink. Looking back at my college days made me realize how much fun I use to be. My college days were the best days of my life, which changed once I became a workaholic. I let my job consume me in ways it shouldn't, which, I hate to admit it, did make me a buzzkill, to some extent. “You alright?", Harry asks shaking me out of my thoughts. Clearing my throat and plastering a fake smile on my face I nod my head. “Y-yeah, I’m fine”, I assure. I stayed silent a minute, taking in my surroundings and listening to the small talk around me. I look at less who seems to be enthralled with Josh. She catches my eyes and the furrows her eyebrows in a somewhat worried look. I smiled and mouthed an ‘I’m okay’ making her smile. She always wanted me to be comfortable and have fun when I could. Maybe letting loose would be fun.at least for one night.

‘“I’ll be right back”, I announce, heading straight towards the bar. “Can I get 3 rounds of shots for my table please”, I tell the bartender. “What kind?’, he asks. “Tequila is fine”, I say and patiently wait. I look back at the table and see everyone laughing and having fun. If fun y/n is what they want, then fun y/n is what they’re going to get. “Here you go hun”, the bartender says handing me a tray of shots. "Thanks", I take the tray and walk back to our table placing the tray in the middle of it. Instantly all eyes were on the tray and then on me. “Well, you all wanted me to have fun, no? Well let’s have fun. Cheers!", I say grabbing ahold of my three shot cups and downing them… one...two...three. All eyes looked at me in amazement. I near Harry chuckle to himself and in defeat he grabbed his three shots. “Well, you heard the woman. Cheers!", he said before throwing his head back taking the shots. Everyone else followed.

After that the alcohol ran through my system and I actually had fun. We all talked about our personal lines and what we would do after work. No one really talked about actual work, like I had thought, which was nice. I also got to see a different side of Harry which wasn’t that annoying, but that could also be the alcohol. Jess and Josh were really getting to know each other, flirting away and stealing glances here and there. They would definitely make a cute couple. It wasn’t surprising when she told me she would be leaving with Josh. Good for her.

“Well, it's been a fun night gentlemen. Have a goodnight", I say gathering my belongings. “What else do you have planned for tonight?", Harry asks, taking his coat and putting it on. "Nothing”, I say, heading towards the door, him right behind me. “Well, would you like to come over to my place?”, Harry asks, the question taking me off guard. Here we were standing in the middle of the sidewalk after a fun evening, and now he wants me to go to his. Why am I nervous all of a sudden. “Why? Think you van get lucky tonight?" I tease. “Not at all. Just wanted to hang out. But its alright if you don’t”, he says in a tone that now makes me feel bad. I’m so going to regret this.

“Lead the way Mr. Styles”, I give in, a childish smile spreading on his face. “Great. It’s a few minutes away. Is it alright if we walk? Maybe the fresh air will sober us up”, he suggests. “Year that’s fine”, I say, and we begin our short walk to his place. The walk was nice, the chilly air hitting my face welcomely and definitely sobering me up, not that I needed much to begin with. We soon enter a very nice-looking building, Harry opening the door for me to walk in first. He then leads the way, and we walk into the elevator. We weren’t alone, accompanied by an older couple who were acting like they were teenagers, not in a creepy way.

I assumed we had reached the floor because Harry walks out, me following. As soon as I stepped into his place I was mesmerized. He has to have the most amazing view of the city. The windows in this place were literally floor to ceiling. “Holy shit Harry”, I say in awe. I take my heels off, noticing that he removed his shoes by the door, and walked straight to the window. All I saw were city lights illuminating the dark night. It was beautiful. “I thought good appreciate it.it looks better with the lights off honestly", he says walking towards the front door and switching the lights off. “Wow”, was all I could say, listening to his footsteps coming closer to me. “The cool thing about this place is that you can see everything outside, but no one can see what’s inside. We could literally fuck, and no one will know”, he suddenly says, causing me to choke on my saliva, and causing him to laugh. “Relax, I’m only given you a perspective", he says.

We stayed silent for what felt forever. The image of him taking me in his apartment didn’t sound like such a horrible idea. Maybe Jess was right. Maybe a one night stand would alleviate some of that annoying frustration. I couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the thought of seeing leas react to my Friday night shenanigans. What’s so funny?”, he asks with his own smile on his face. “Oh nothing. I was thinking about what less had told me earlier today”. “And what was that if you don’t mind sharing”, he pushes. “Well, she’s always talking about how we are always bickering at work. Her theory is that rue secretly find each other attractive and how we should just sleep with each other to get it over with”, I say, looking straight out the window instead of at him.

“Well, she’s not wrong”, he says after a while, goosebumps rising up my arms at his words. “What?”, I snap to look at him now. He continues to stare out the window for a while until a small smirk plays on his lips. He suddenly turns to look at me. “Jess isn’t wrong. At least on my part, I do find you attractive”, he says, my mouth slightly opened at his small confession which causes his smirk to grow bigger. “But I wouldn’t want to fuck you to just get it over with”, he continues, stepping closer with each word he spoke. My eyes look down to his feet, watching how he’s standing extremely close to me now. “No?”, I ask, looking up to him now, his face inches from me now. “No. I believe you’re the type of woman that I could never get enough of”, he says, his eyes keeping mine in a trance. “You think?”, I question, noticing how beautiful his eye color was. Captivating. Mesmerizing.

“I believe so”, he confidently says causing a smirk to play on my lips now. “What? You don’t think I can make it worth your while?”, his eyebrows furrow in playful way. I shrug. It’s not like I’ve slept with many men, but the few that I have don’t really make my list of guys I’d do again. “What can I say. I’m a hard woman to please”, I say, my eye wandering from his eyes to his lips, him slightly licking them. “I bet you I can please you in ways you wouldn’t imagine “, he says, bringing his lips close to my ears, his breath causing shiners to go down my back at how close he is. “How so?”, I test, enjoying our back-and-forth banter.

“You see, I believe that you’re the type of woman who likes to be, handled. You love a man who can take charge and dominate you”, he says, taking a hold of my arms and pinning them behind me with one of his hands. My breaking becomes shallow, the excitement running through my system taking the best of me. “You dominate The World around you, it’s only fair that someone dominates you, don’t you think?”, he continues, walking forward as he speaks, my feet walking backwards to what I’m assuming is his bedroom. “What’s wrong y/n? Eat got your tongue?", he teases, walking into his room, a small light illuminating the bedroom. He lets go of my hands taking a step back to watch what I’d do next.

Clearing my throat and composing myself I took around, the view as breathtaking as the living room. “Speak y/n. I’m dying to know what you’re thinking about”, he says, walking towards me again. His fingers trace up my arm creating goosebumps. Maybe I should give in. One night wouldn’t hurt. “I’m taking your silence as me being right?”, he teases with A smirk. Instantly I feel shy at my small sex kink and shy away placing my hands over my eyes causing him to chuckle. “Now now. There’s nothing to be shy of It’S sexy. You’re sexy”, he compliments as he takes my hands away from my face and places them against his chest. “So?”, he asks. A small smile plays on my lips. “Lets see what you got Styles”, I say finally giving in.

"Perfect”, he mumbles, tracing my bottom lip with his finger. His eyes turn a darker shade of green, filled with lust. Stepping away from me he turns around to walk out the door, my eyebrows scrunching together in confusion. “I’ll be right back. I want you completely naked and on my bed by the time I get back”, he instructs before leaving the room leaving me dumbfounded. Quickly, I undressed myself and quickly got on his bed.it was fluffy to say the least.

It felt like forever until I hear the door open. He comes in with summoning in his hands that I couldn’t quite see. “Good girl. It pleases me that you listened", he says, his voice low and husky. The words couldn’t form on time, watching his every room. “Do you trust me?”, he asks. “Yes”, my noise coming out as a whisper. “Good. Now, to make things interesting I’m going to blindfold you”, he says walking to the side of the bed. “Why?”, I question. “It entices all of your other senses. Make you feel a lot more”, he sits by my side as he slowly places the blindfold over my eyes, darkness was all I could see.

“You trust me?”, he repeats again, his question causing one to giggle. “Yes Harry”, I say. Silence was all I heard for a few minutes, making me think that Harry had left. “Harr-”, I felt his lips touch mine in a gentle kiss, pressed against mine without moving. My heart rate picked up at the sudden touch but also engulfed me in warmth. His lips moved against mine, this time with a little more passion. Bringing my hands to his face, I cupped it, deepening the kiss. His face feeling a but rough due to the hair growing back. Harry hands touched mine, entertaining with my fingers before removing them from his face and pinning them behind my back. “You’ll only touch me when I tell you, alright baby?”, he says. “Y-yes”, I stutter.

I feel him shift on the bed, listening to the small clinging on the side. Before I could say anything, I feel a cold sensation around my lips. Ice. Harry traces the ice around my mouth, meeting my lips and leaving a wet trail as he moves the ice down to my throat, a small moan escaping my lips at the feeling. He continues the small torture bringing the ice down my chest and onto my nipple my body lifting from the mattress at the coldness. I near the clinging sound again, my other nipple now feeling the delicious coldness. With the ice cube in his mouth, Harry’s lips wick my nipple, flicking his cold tongue and ice cube against the small nub. “Oh fuck”, I gasp, loving the in-between of hot and cold.

Once the ice melts in his mouth, he removes his lips from my body, leaving me wanting more from him. “Look at you, squirming around. All for a small ice cube:”, he taunts. I stay quiet, knowing he enjoys when he gives me permission to do anything. I hear him shuffle again, this time I feel him taking my arms and placing them against the headboard. I feel what seems to be a silk scarf go around my wrists. He repeats the same movements to my other wrist until I’m tied and at his mercy. He removes himself completely from me leaving me, once again, in pure silence.

I hear his footsteps go around the room, hearing my heartbeat in my ears as well. I can’t see anything and yet for some reason I’m enjoying the lack of sense. I feel him coming closer and I feel sit on the bed. “I’m going to start slow with you. I don’t want to jump into things you might not enjoy, especially since it’s our first time together”, he says. “What I’m about to use is brand new, and never used. It’s just for your pleasure okay”, he says, my eyebrows scrunching together in confusion as to what he could possibly have. My answer was soon given when I hear a small vibration coming from his side. A vibrator.

He traces the vibrator along my chest, the small vibrations feeling very nice against my skin. My mouth opened a slight bit, enjoying the sensation. He brings it lower to my stomach, the vibrations a bit rougher on my skin, feeling it a bit down there. “Open your legs for me”, he says. I do as told and open my legs for him. Thank God for the blindfold. “You’re already so wet”, he taunts, bringing the vibrator on my clit. The feeling making me gasp and bring my back off of the pillows. My head falling back at the vibrating sensation on my aching numb. He moves the object, circling my clit, making my legs shake. He continues this for a couple of minutes, tracing the vibrator from my clit to my wet hole, drenching it with my juices. The vibrations continuing to become too much for me, my legs shake, closing around the vibrator little by little. I can feel my orgasm approaching, my moans becoming more consistent.

But, before I could finish, he removes the vibrator completely, leaving me disappointed and needy. My chest rising and falling desperately, aching his touch and voice. Waiting for his next move, I hear shuffling and soon I feel his hands around my hips. “I’m going to flip you around love”, he says, flipping me around, my arms crossing over each other, my knees now on the bed. “Gosh, you look. So beautiful like this”, he says, placing a kiss on each cheek, needing it before I feel two sharp stings right against each on. I yelp, but fucking loved the sting against my skin. “Of course you like that shit”, he says before doing it again. After, he placed two kisses on each cheek but continued his venture downwards. I feel his tongue against my wet hole, a moan escaping my lips as he inserted his tongue into me.

He licked my up and down and circled my sensitive clit as he ate me out. It felt so good. I feel him move upwards until his tongue circled my other hole, a gasp escaping at the new feeling. Who knew that could feel so good. He continued licking me all over until I couldn’t take anymore of it. I was so close to my orgasm but he always stopped when I was about to finish. “So pretty”, he says. I feel him shift on the bed again but this time I feel his tip on me. “Please Harry”, I moan, my waist taking control, trying to meet with his to get some type of friction. “Impatient, are we?”, he chuckled. Before I could answer he insert into me, stretching me deliciously. “Oh fuck”, I moan out, wanting to reach behind me to touch him but couldn’t since I was still tied to the bed. He started with a steady rhythm but soon increased it to a faster one, knocking the air out of me with each thrust.

“Fuck you feel so good around me”, he moans out, the grip he had on my waist tightening. He pins my upper body down, arching my back so my ass is still lifted which caused an angle that felt 10 time better than before. All I could hear was skin against skin. Our bodies dancing together sinfully. It felt great. It felt euphoric. I feel his hands reach down towards my clit, his fingers rubbing me as he fucked me from behind. I was going to explode, and he knew it. He wanted to. Help me release, but I also wanted him to release as well. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum H-Harry”, I moan out. “Cum for me baby girl”, he moans, his thrusts becoming sloppier. “C-cum with m-me, daddy”, I say, the words escaping my lips, too in the moment to give a fuck what he though. He moaned at my words and thrusted faster and rubbed me harder until we both released our orgasms. My body shaking from our movements. I felt elated. I felt good. I felt like a different person. All because of one fuck.

He didn’t say anything to me once we calmed down. I hear him walking away, then coming back. I feel a wet towel cleaning me up, an aftercare I usually did myself. He untied my wrists, then took the blindfold off. I opened my eyes, and we were engulfed in darkness, the city lights enough to illuminate the room. I look up to him, seeing his flushed state and a goofy smile on it. I couldn’t help but laugh and cover my face, not believing what just happened. “So? was that good enough”, he asks, wrapping his arms around me and bringing me down to lay with him on his bed. I couldn’t help the smile that was plastered on my face. “Yes, it was”, I say, touching his arms and tracing the tattoos that adorned it. “Great. Now, that I’ve had a taste of you, I can’t wait to have you again”, he teases, making both of us laugh. “But for now, let’s just enjoy the rest of our night. Mind a sleepover?”, he asks. “No, I don’t mind”, I say, looking out the window. “Perfect”, he says.

[staticintone]

Silence throughout the past few weeks.

Over the last handful of years, it was getting quieter and quieter. It was hard to place what it felt like, this growing space between two souls. It hadn’t begun with Vox moving out, but finding an exact catalyst was nearly impossible. The usual bustling of the house had gone first, and that was enough to cause an ache. But that was easy to fill.

Especially when there was still regular conversation.

Except even that had disappeared. Now the only noise around was that which Alastor created himself. And despite his greatest efforts, it was startling. Even the simple sounds of a glass scraping the counter was loud and clear. Hearing the rustling of pipes as the sink ran, the pouring of water into the cup, the movement of his own throat as he drank… was it ever something he would be used to again?

Vox was set to arrive any minute now, and the craving for the noise was at its worst for it. Expecting that he would be early for their scheduled time didn’t help much, he would have preferred to know the exact second. But it was worse now, in this moment.

He was thirteen minutes and twelve seconds late.

The knock on the door made Alastor scrunch his nose. Relief flooding his senses, only to be replaced by an irritation and concern when he realized that it was still too damned quiet. The frequency achingly low, in the background, compared to the sound of the world around him.

He opened the door, and the channel came alive. Vox talking a mile a minute over the waves, apologizing profusely and letting his thoughts run so far that Alastor very nearly had a headache from the sudden change. A welcome change, but an overwhelming one.

“I just couldn’t get away.” The exasperation in Vox’s mind was as obvious as Alastor’s discomfort. “You wouldn’t believe the week that I’ve had with this stupid production. We’re over budget, out of time and—sorry, did you want to go out, we can get going—but God, this is getting ridiculous!”

Alastor cradled his head for a split second while Vox had rushed inside past him. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to look at Vox, or greet him properly. There was a question in there somewhere, in all the mess, and Alastor tried to sort it out piece by piece.

When he wanted the noise back, this wasn’t what he meant.

“Why don’t we just stay here tonight?”

Vox hardly even let him finish before he was on again, complaining loudly as he all but collapsed on the couch. “It’s been like this for months, Alastor. I shouldn’t be surprised, the main actress and the writer have been at each other’s throats since the pilot. I’m so sick of these fucking sitcoms, but they do numbers. You should hear the stupid ass story they wrote, so unrealistic!”

Alastor couldn’t get a single word in at this point. Not to offer Vox anything, not to concur or refute, he just had to sit beside him. Watch him flail around wildly while he progressively seemed to get more angry and exhausted.

It was only then that Alastor noticed what should have been the most obvious change. Vox did look different, having switched monitors. It looked… delicate. As if the slightest thing could snap it. It was oddly beautiful, in a fragile way. The colors were bright and vibrant, but there was sparking underneath the screen. Whether that was intentional or not didn’t matter, it still was concerning. Alastor moved to touch it, to see it better, feel it on his hands.

Vox pulled away.

He didn’t notice, Alastor told himself. Still in the throes of a one-sided conversation about something he seemed to have lost faith in before it even began.

The stitches were beginning to pull.

“So we got a hold of this pilot, right? With the promise of a six episode season, but this asshole writes a cliffhanger. It’s not even a good one! She just tells some guy who’s not her husband that she loves him! And the producer in charge—outside of me, of course—tells him it’s unacceptable. Good, great. But he won’t hear it unless it comes from me.”

It was hard to keep track of the situation, with Vox talking over himself, thinking in so many directions at once. Not that Alastor would be able to respond, either way.

“And I’m down the hall, fighting with the advertisers. They’re demanding a full three second shot for these diet pills—which I’m 90% sure are just rat droppings coated in pink paint—but it ruins the whole sequence! It’s an ugly shot to begin with, having to focus on the way she holds her hands, but I can deal with that. We adjusted the set and everything just to make it look halfway decent, but for three seconds? They’re in the middle of an argument! This isn’t a commercial, and breaking down the composition is bad enough, but I refuse to break the flow of the—you don’t care about this, sorry, but—”

“I—”

“—he’s supposed to be the best in the business. Even if he’s a pain in the ass, his stuff does numbers. I had to offer him so much money just to have him demanding to hear it from me.”

Had… had Vox just cut himself off from discussing something he genuinely cared about just to rant further about something so trivial? He had stopped running between topics, thinking over himself for the quickest of seconds. Smoothly talking about the cinematography only to put words in Alastor’s mouth.

And he was wrong. Alastor didn’t fully grasp the importance of the shot, or even the sequence, but hearing it in Vox’s words made him listen. He knew the words by now, knew some of the rules that mattered during production, all because of Vox. He would have gladly heard him talk about that for eternity, but Vox spoke over him, assigned meaning to nonexistent words.

The stitches were beginning to ache.

“Vox, I—”

“—there’s just no excuse for his entitled—”

“Vox!”

Alastor snapped, finally. His expression so strained that he might as well have been fuming. But he wasn’t angry, not really. Frustrated, certainly. Upset, most definitely. Afraid? Maybe.

“What is all of this?” His thoughts were more even now, he had managed to calm himself before he spoke along the waves. Gesturing at Vox like it explained more than words could give him at the moment.

“Oh, right. You haven’t seen me in a while, have you?” Vox was nervously laughing, a hesitation along the frequency that must have been from Alastor’s outburst. “It’s a newer model, something that hasn’t even hit the market yet and I—”

“That isn’t what I meant.” Well, not all of it, at least. Alastor refused to be talked over now. This was his frequency too. And he had more control over it than Vox did. He wouldn’t go unheard now.

“What… what do you mean?”

Alastor and Vox sat there for a solid twenty-six seconds. Alastor searching for the right words as his irritation itself spilled into the frequency between them. Vox’s anxiety came through to match it. The silence had returned once again, save for little emotions peeking through.

It was horrifying.

To be so close, and yet hear nothing.

Even the sound of the house settling was now drowning out anything else. Distracting Alastor from the pieces he wanted to put together. His microphone was rustling through static, growing louder to fill the space. How long had his left hand been trembling?

“I mean all of it.”

“Alastor, I don’t know—”

“All of this. Your insistence on becoming—”

A ringing in the air. Alastor’s head dropped into his hands. The shrill tone of his own home phone ripping through the static and quieting him completely. Vox, for a split second, seemed to reach out in some way or another, but the noise just continued. The call would drop and pick up again in a way it never did. Well, it clearly wasn’t a call for him.

It was rare that someone tried for Vox on this phone these days, but it still happened. And Alastor would let it go every time. It was usually obvious when the call was meant for him. Alastor waved Vox to pick it up, if for no other reason than to make the noise stop.

A move he would regret in less than a minute.

Vox greeted the call with some level of irritation, yet his voice hid his actual demeanor. Speaking out loud had such a different quality to it for both of them. Vox’s careful persona betrayed only by the slight cracks along private radio waves. 

Only to be snapped completely the more the call progressed.

If Alastor wasn’t putting so much effort into cutting out the outside world, maybe he would have heard the contents. Maybe he would have understood why Vox’s emotions were suddenly everywhere.

“No, that’s not—I’m telling you it’s impossible! Why wouldn’t the—slow down. No, I’m coming now. I said I’m coming now!”

The phone hit the receiver with a snap, and Alastor winced.

“You can’t go now.”

“I have to.” While Alastor had switched back over to the frequency, Vox had not. “I—”

“You can’t.”

His own voice was the only thing he could hear along the channel, and it was making everything so much worse. Being excluded in a way that had never happened before… Vox could think, could speak, but had decided Alastor was shut out entirely.

The stitches were beginning to tear.

He was on his feet as Vox started to walk. And all Vox was doing was repeating the same words out loud.

“I have to go.”

Alastor grabbed Vox hard by the arm, trying to force him to turn around. Which he did. Tired, anxious eyes met Alastor’s wild and desperate ones.

“You can’t. Whatever it is can wait—”

“It can’t wait!” This time the frequency was used, a blunt instrument to knock Alastor back. “I’m sorry.” But that was the last time he heard anything from Vox that night.

Even as the scene continued, as he withdrew his hand from Vox, took a step back.

“Vox, please.”

Even as he begged. Vox was silent. Watching him move suddenly, disappearing into his network in the street. Alastor slammed the door behind him, stewing in the silence after the sound of the air had calmed.

Static bubbled up around him, drowning him in something less overwhelming. But it didn’t slow down his breathing.

When did this happen? When did Vox start speaking for him, over him, in spite of him? What was the exact moment Alastor stopped being a factor in his life? Searching, scanning through times in the last seven years, last twenty, last seventy. There had to be a sign. Somewhere, there had to be a sign. There had to be. This didn’t just happen. When did Vox stop hearing him? Respecting him? Caring about him?

It was agonizing to think about.

Scrubbing through any recording, any memory that would make this make sense. Looking for a pattern that refused to show. Thinking through every smile, every word, every touch. Vox was a performer. He had been in life, in death, everything. Was this a performance that went unnoticed? Was Vox that good of an actor that he could be flipped like a switch and turn it off?

Was any of it real?

That train of thought broke through the stitches along the edges of his smile. And Alastor started laughing. The backside of the door immediately took damage, nails raking into the wood before they flew up to his own face.

The magic that went into the stitching was rudimentary. Sealing pieces that held wear of almost a century. In the beginning it was about maintaining an image, something simple and observable. Slowly it became apparent that the façade could never be dropped, not anywhere, for any reason. Until…

No.

Not anywhere.

Not to anyone.

Even here, in the comfort of his own space, he felt eyes on him. Well, perhaps it wasn’t really his space. It was infected. Vox had become a parasite on his home, in his brain, in his blackened heart. Wormed his way through the ranks, using Alastor as a prop until he was content to take the reins for himself.

Oh, Alastor had been right.

Letting someone in had been poisonous, ruinous. And now the contamination was everywhere. And he couldn’t rid himself of it internally, so he took it out on the space around him.

There would be no quiet now, with the crashing and breaking and smashing and destruction. The damned phone took it the worst, being ripped apart almost methodically, piece by piece. Seeing each wire fray under his fingers gave him comfort where nothing else would. The electricity crackling and causing his skin to blacken. The pain was almost good. It gave him something else to focus on.

Something other than the ripping in his face.

When the world had settled back into silence, it was all he could feel. And Alastor tried to ignore it. He tried. He tried. But a finger snaked into the frazzled loops. And when he pulled back…

He felt his skin tearing at the seams.

And he couldn’t stop now. No. Take them all out, leave his face mangled and bloody. Only then could he start fresh. New stitches, sturdier ones. A heavier mask, one that wouldn’t be so easy to break through. A stronger front, then he would never have the need for defense again.

Cutting out Vox would be hard.

Like pulling a tree up from its roots. It would damage the ground underneath. It would take so long for the soil to settle. So long.

… He could cut it.

The frequency, he could cut it.

He held the channel with the greatest hold he’d ever had on anything. Ready to snap it, ready to break the connection that Vox was so happy to ignore. But…

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Alastor.”

“You’ll never have to, I swear. No matter what, I will be right here.”

He just couldn’t. Vox could abandon him, but Alastor couldn’t. Even if Vox left him with nothing, Alastor would be there. He would keep his promise. Maybe that would wake Vox up someday. Seeing him refuse to give up on their connection.

It would be different. It would be distant.

It would be quiet.

But it would be there.

In the wake of the destruction, both to the room and Alastor, there was just one thing left. The fear that went unfinished, unsaid, all because of the now shattered phone in background.

Your insistence on becoming someone unrecognizable.

[bihansthot]

I’m having just a miserable day, I think my CMV is back. I’m having the same stomach issues and exhaustion I did when I first came down with it. So, I’m suspicious it’s back and not my mycophenolate that’s causing the issue which would make sense because it’s stupid to have a drug I’ve been taking for 25 years suddenly cause side effects although I guess not unheard of. I’m just so exhausted with all these health problems. I just want to be able to write for you lovelies and answer my asks but all I can really do right now is curl up in a pitiful little ball and watch YouTube. I can manage rice, potatoes and bread, that’s about it, thankfully coffee too, so I’m not a complete zombie. I’m sure you’re all sick of me complaining about my physical ailments but fuck it’s been so hard, I just want to be ok again but I’m quickly coming to the realization that 25 years post heart transplant might mean there is no feeling ok again. Apparently there was a big breakthrough in treatment today though and they’re starting human trials on a new drug or antibody or something that doesn’t have awful, crippling, kidney destroying side effects. I wonder if I’ll live long enough to be able to benefit from it? That would be so nice. I think I’m going to take it easy the rest of the evening and maybe give writing a shot tonight? Maybe? We’ll see. I’m accepting any and all positive vibes and hugs if anyone wants to throw some my way. I will call my doctor tomorrow and try and get back on top of this illness instead of not knowing what the heck was happening and letting it run unchecked for months. Hopefully you lovelies are having a good day 💙

[little-b00ger-writes]

The Pajama Party Nobody Asked For

It's 1984. Metallica are back home from their European tour. Kirk thought it would be the perfect idea to celebrate being home while wearing the stupidest outfits ever. Shenanigans soon arise.

Author's note: Right, so this is my first ever fan fiction and I'm actually really proud of myself. I came across kigurumi suits online not long ago and honestly I found the idea of the guys wearing them fucking hilarious.

Also, I'm like 90% sure that kigurumis didn't exist in the 80's- but who cares.

Anyway, enjoy!

WARNINGS: cursing, alcohol, cig and pot-smoking

December 2, 1984

Home. Finally home. 

Ride the Lightning had been recorded in full and released. The European tour was finally over. So naturally- between all the raw exhaustion, jet lag, and pressure- of course a celebration of some sort was in order.

Kirk was high on LSD when he came up with a crazy, kooky idea for a fun night involving one-piece pajamas made for adults. That man was always thinking up something wildly interesting, it seemed.

“We’re having a fucking party, tonight.” He was grinning like a goof ball into the phone.

It was as if Lars could actually feel Kirk’s unique, crooked teeth scraping against him through the speaker. He repeated in questioning, “Tonight?” Kirk could make out the rumble of Motorhead sounding from his stereo in the background.

“Fucking tonight,” was repeated right back with much confidence. “Just the four of us.”

“That doesn’t sound like much of a party.” Lars complained. “That sounds like a fucking business meeting.”

“You two got anything better to do?”

There was silence for only a moment. Kirk could hear Lars inhale on the other line, but he cut him off before the words could even leave his lips.

“The four of us. A slumber party. A boy’s night in. Whatever the fuck you wanna call it.” Kirk spewed with way too much enthusiasm. “Junk food. Booze. Weed. What else?”

“What else ?” Lars repeated.

A fun-filled time, that’s what!

Kirk let loose boyish laughter. “Just have to wait and see!”

“What are you, gay?” Lars cackled. “Gay? High? Delusional? Which one is it?”

“I’m serious, man. It’ll be fun.” Kirk brought a more down to Earth tone to the phone call. “Come on. We all worked fucking hard on this tour.” He kicked back in his chair, propping his legs up. “Don’t you think we deserve a night to just goof off and have some good wholesome fun?”

Good wholesome fun, you say?

Lars wondered what exactly was so wholesome about sitting around and getting fucked up, obliterating their digestive systems with junk food. But he wasn't stupid. He knew Kirk was definitely gonna have something unexpected up his sleeve.

His heart skipped beats with every passing second of awkward silence. His fingers were intertwined with the curl of his phone cord. “It’ll be like we’re boys again.” His tone went flat, with a hint of melancholy his dear brother and band mate could make out almost perfectly. 

Kirk was stressed.

"The age of innocence is history, Lars. Everything's changing.”

Ah . So he was feeling nostalgic. Probably anxious about the future, as well. That explained a lot.

"Is that really a bad thing?"

There was a minor pause. "No."

Kirk swallowed back his ever growing anxiety, when all he wanted to do was scream that he was scared. Scared of what the future had in store. This was only the beginning for Metallica.

Still, Lars was puzzled at this conversation. All four of them were still relatively young men. They had plenty of time to fuck around in their lifetimes. He couldn’t help but wonder if Kirk was experiencing some sort of identity crisis.

A quarter-life-crisis? Is that even a thing?

Lars finally spoke. “Alright then. Just be sure to bring lots of booze.”

Kirk instantly grinned again.

That and more, my friend. That and more.

Jackpot.

It was just barely five in the evening as Kirk pulled up to the house.

The good 'ol "Metallica Mansion" , they deemed it. This was where they loved to jam; to hang out and cause mischief all-around. 

That's where the magic was made. Four young men with enough energy to light up a whole city street, and a house full of booze and instruments; It was every thrasher’s dream. There was no telling what could happen.

Kirk couldn't help but carry a smile, exiting his car. It was a chilly evening. The perfect weather condition for the surprises he brought with.

"It's open!" He could hear Lars' distinct accent ring in response to his knocking.

He entered their front room with a smile, setting his various plastic bags down on the old beat up sofa cushion. Lars immediately crept over to his side, snooping through the contents.

"Alcohol," was all he muttered, sifting through snacks, candy and comic books; All irrelevant to him. If they were gonna have a night in together, then he wanted shots, for damn sure.

"Here." Kirk emptied the contents of one bag, loaded with alcohol galore. Smirnoff, Jack Daniel's, Jägermeister.

"Oh fuck yes!" Lars pulled out all three of the bottles, hugging them to his chest as if they were a dear child. Two six packs of Coors beer were dug out of another bag. As if they already didn't have enough of that in the house.

Into the room sauntered James, looking a mix of dazed and confused. It was obvious he was still adjusting back to the normal Californian time zone. Being in Europe for so long can really mess with one's internal clockwork.

Kirk was one of the lucky ones. Fortunate enough to surpass jet lag with little effort.

That happy-go-lucky, wah-pedal-pressing asshole.

"How you feeling?" He offered a thoughtful smile to the frontman.

James shrugged. A loose grunt rising from his throat. "Tired."

"You mean drunk?" Lars, laughed and motioned to the usual can of beer held in his hand. That cheeky bastard. 

"Yeah. Basically." Normally James would just tell him to fuck off, but he was just too lazy to deal with an arguement, right now.

There was a sigh. 

"What the hell is that ?" Lars' voice was animated with inquisitiveness, picking through what Kirk brought as a surprise. He rubbed his fingers against multicolored fleece-like fabric. "A blanket?"

Hell yeah! Were they gonna make blanket forts, or something? That would actually be epic.

"Oh, I'm glad you asked!" A grin spread against Kirk's face. A certain special grin that only made its way to his facial features when things were about to get-

interesting.

Shit. James and Lars both knew that look. 

They watched as Kirk pulled out four costumes. These crazy animal one-piece outfits that looked like they were actually meant for kindergarteners. Preschoolers, even.

Double shit.

They exchanged a certain look; A concoction of bewilderment and generalized weariness. Both men were wondering if Kirk had actually lost his fucking mind. The day finally came. 

That's it. The LSD finally scrambled his brain to a milkshake consistency. And now, they would have to scour the streets for a new guitarist with a sound mind.

No sane man of twenty-two years would come up with an idea so immature. They just knew they were in for a night of tomfoolery with these laughable outfits.

"You're the dinosaur." He handed the outfits off to their designated recipient. "And you're the lion, James."

Kirk was obviously overjoyed with his purchase of these pajamas. They could just see it plastered across his dumbass face.

"First of all- what the fuck were you thinking?" The frontman's words were laced with confusion. He held the lion-themed onesie out with some hesitation. His eyes scanned the outfit head to toe.

"Were you even thinking?"

Lars asked this in the middle of undressing himself down to his underwear. He was actually willing to put this thing on. It seemed warm enough, and comfortable to lounge around in. Better than a ratty old tee shirt and those ridiculous tennis shorts.

December evenings in the bay area could go one of two ways; unusually cold or unusually warm. There was no in-between.

This whole day had been leaning more toward "too fuckin cold for comfort" - in Lars' words. He took any extra warmth he could get.

"It's not that serious," Kirk admitted. "I bought them as a joke, at first. But then I figured it would be- I don't know- fun to wear them for a night in, I guess." He looked slightly nervous that James was angry. It was clear that Lars wasn't.

But surprisingly, on the contrary. A grin soon spread across James' features. 

This was going to be a fascinating evening.

Lars was chortling the entire time James slipped into the massive one-piece. He looked himself over, partially in a self-conscious way.

Lars sneered. "You look like the cowardly lion."

"Yeah? Well you look like a green rectangle." The frontman pulled over the lion face hood, speaking as if it were a competition between the two.

Actually, that idea wasn't half bad.

Who wore the onesie better? Winner gets free beer!

"Don't make me whoop your ass with my tail! It's tiny, but mighty!" The dane whipped the plush tail from his outfit against James' leg. In turn, James did the same to him with the lion tail hanging from his back end.

Amazing. Not even ten minutes of wearing the pajamas, and they were already acting like hyperactive children.

Lars stopped mid-thump, turning to look at his behind. “Hey wait, where the fuck is the butt-flap? There’s no fuckin butt-flap!" 

Right. Leave it to Lars to feel cheated over a loose square of removable fabric. That man always had something to complain about.

Kirk laughed. "A kigurumi doesn't have a butt-flap, doofus."

"A what?" James raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"A kigurumi. That's technically what it's called." Kirk's words were informal. He finally took a seat on the couch, lazily crossing his legs.

"I thought it was a onesie"

He shrugged. "Same thing, basically"

Potato, potato.

"You mean to tell me I gotta take the whole damn thing off if I gotta shit?" Lars sounded like a spoiled pre-teen. It was even funnier with the accent. His accent always seemed to thicken with any little irritation.

James grinned from ear to ear. “Want me to carve one for you, Ulrich?" He motioned to grab a random pocket knife from the cluttered end table.

“Hey, I paid good money for these! Don’t ruin them!” Kirk ripped the knife away from the front man. That didn't stop James from tittering with hilarity.

"Sure are testy over these gay lil outfits." 

Lars was snooping through the other two outfits. "A unicorn? Is that supposed to be yours?"

Really, it was fitting.

Kirk's features darkened for a split moment. He clicked his tongue in a chuckle. "Actually, I'm the bat"

Oh. Oh no.

That meant-

James let out a holler of boisterous laughter. This was too good to be true. “Oh shit, Cliff is gonna be piiiiissssed .” Those words sounded dead serious, but the look on his face, along with his tone of voice, they roughly translated to: "Get me a fucking camera when Cliff puts this thing on."

Indeed, he was gonna want to remember that moment for a lifetime.

Kirk was admittedly excited about that, as well. While he was close with all three of his fellow bandmates, he'd always felt a little extra closer to Cliff. They enjoyed a lot of the same things and they got along really well, right from the start. They were like two peas in a pod, so to speak.

"Hey where is Cliff, anyway?"

What a dumb question. Everyone knew Cliff was a homebody.  

James responded. "Home. He's been sleeping so much since we got back. Jet lag got him bad."

"Well maybe this'll make him feel better.” Kirk knew he might've been walking on eggshells when he decided to call.

As the phone rang, James whistled with awe. "Man, you've got balls ."

You wake Cliff up, you're gonna have a bad time.

The other line finally picked up; An annoyed and groggy-sounding Cliff answered on the opposite end.

"Hey, man. How're you feeling?" Kirk played it cool, gripping the phone with nervousness. His knuckles were damn-near turning white.

A stony chuckle of sarcasm sounded. " Gee , I don't know. I'm trying to take a nap, and I've got assholes like you callin me left and right." He breathed out, "How you think I feel?"

Ah, Cliff. Good 'ol Cliff.

"Right, right. I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry." Kirk repeated his words.

Cliff's voice softened. "It's fine. What's up?" Truthfully, he should have woken up hours ago. He still wasn’t fully unpacked.

"We're having a little-" Kirk paused for a moment.

What the hell did he wanna call this, anyway?

"Shindig." No. Absolutely not. Lars and James were both squawking with laughter behind him, repeating such an uncanny word. "Shindig." It just didn’t sound natural coming from Kirk’s mouth.

"Sleepover, boys night in, kinda thing."

James yelled loud enough for the man to hear. "Yeah, he's got a surprise for ya, Cliff!" 

“Boy does he!” Lars peppered in. Of course he did .

Cliff just knew he was shooting himself in the foot by agreeing. A small groan was made out through the phone. "I'm guessing you want me over?" His voice rang with apathy.

The redhead wasn’t exactly looking for a party. “Look, we’re finally finished touring, you guys know how homesick I was. I really just wanna relax. Take it easy.” 

Kirk was lying through his teeth. “That’s what we’re doing, man! Come on over and take a nap here, we don’t care!”

Oh right , like Cliff would much rather crash anywhere but the nice warm bed he’d been missing for months. Go figure.

After much hesitance, Cliff tiredly sighed into the phone. He’d probably never hear the end of this minor inconvenience, if he decided to skip. Especially from Lars. That hot-headed dane would often dig under his skin by running his mouth too much.

“Alright, fine.”

He just hoped he wasn’t gonna regret this. Boy, was he gonna be surprised.

Kirk grinned from ear to ear like a mad man. “Cool, we’ll see you in a bit!” He rolled his eyes at the sight of Lars. He opened a foil bag of chips so forcefully, it sent some flying to the floor. “Nice going, asshole.” James grumbled.

It was no wonder their house could be such a pigsty. Lars yelled from nearby. “Bring weed!” His mouth was already cram packed with potato chips.

“And lots of it! We’re gonna need it!” James followed his remark with beer-induced belch. Oh, funny coming from him. He didn’t even like weed.

Cliff heard this and said not another word. He set the phone back on the hook with a shake of his head. 

The redhead rattled through dressing himself in his usual outfit: bell bottoms, a tee shirt, a denim jacket that was definitely not weather-appropriate. He shuffled through his belongings, making sure to grab aforementioned marijuana and rolling papers. And of course, his Marlboros.

He couldn’t go without those.

Managing to drag his way out to his old Volkswagen, where he sat in the driver’s seat, just contemplating. A wide yawn fell from his lips, while rubbing his still tired eyes.

Cliff really was exhausted. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been so tired in his whole twenty-two years of living. As much as he enjoyed touring with Metallica, he always dreaded the aftermath of it all. But there was no denying- he loved the feeling of coming back home to his closest friends and family.

“What the fuck am I doing?”

He sighed and put the key to ignition. Stalled. He tried again.

Fucking stalled.

Cliff cursed a short “ fuck ” while beating his fist against the broken steering wheel. It’s not like he was surprised. Everyone had been telling him to dump this car and get a new one. But he insisted there was still life left in the ‘ol Grasshopper. He loved this car too much to part ways with it.

Cliff was wondering in the depths of his mind: What was this “surprise” James was blabbering about over the phone? Guess he would have to get his ass over to the mansion and find out.

That is, if he could just get his damn car to start.

The familiar slamming of a car door was sounded outside the house, indicating Cliff had finally arrived just after six. Kirk was all winded up like a kid in a candy store. “He’s here! He’s here!” He eagerly repeated himself, bouncing out of his seat. This was truly unusual.

Just let him have his moment.

Lars’ fabric spiked hood kept falling into his face, from practically drowning in the huge pajamas. He pushed the hood from his face, looking perplexed. “Wait, should we hide?” 

James had his feet propped up against the sofa, showing off his poorly socks. They were chock-full of holes from wear, and frankly, could have used a good cleaning like, months ago. “We’re not having a surprise party, fuckin dimwit.”

Of course, this remark only made Lars throw an M&M at him.

Kirk gleefully answered the door when the redhead knocked.

"Right, so what's the big ide-" 

Cliff stopped mid-sentence when he saw what Kirk was wearing. His brow furrowed with total confusion raiding his brain. The shorter man before him held his arms out to his sides, showing off the big red bat wings sewn into his onesie; A doofus smile plastered across his face.

All he could ask was, “What do ya think?”

Cliff had to take a moment to process just what the hell he was wearing. He looked over to where James and Lars sat, cheesing like little kids who knew the great secret to life. A strand of his hair puffed out just barely with a breathy chuckle.

“You have gotta be kidding”

There was hesitation in his voice. He didn’t know whether to laugh at them, or be scared. He made eye contact with James for some kind of explanation. This was some shit he would pull, no doubt. 

The frontman may be shy and quiet when he was sober, but the moment alcohol made contact with his system, he was a complete goofball. Nobody could take him seriously. Cliff would bet money it was him.

"Don't look at me! It was his idea." James nodded over to Kirk. “Oh, but wait! There’s more!” “You don’t wanna miss this.” Lars was covering his mouth. His nostrils were flaring as he held all the laughter inside.

Kirk unveiled the pastel unicorn onesie, bought just for him. “Voilà!”

It was time to be scared.

“Oh. Oh no, no, no, no.” How many “no’s” were too many? Nah, fuck it. More importantly on Cliff’s mind: How many “no’s” would it take to verbally slap some sense into Kirk?

James wasn’t being helpful. “I fuckin told you he wouldn’t like it, man.” He threw up his hand and smacked it back down to his thigh, trying to get his point across.

There was no way Cliff was going to join in on their weird little kiddy clothes nonsense. Especially not as the unicorn. What the hell was this, anyway? A cult meeting of the freak animals? He almost felt insulted that he had to be the unicorn.

Almost.

Couldn’t he be something mythical that was cool? Like Cthulhu? A fire-breathing dragon, perhaps?

“I’m not fuckin wearing that”

“Oh.” Kirk looked rather disappointed by Cliff’s less than impressed response. He was really hoping for an old-school “pajama party” “Are you sure?”

What the fuck do you mean “are you sure?”?!

James snorted. “Oh please! C’mon and be a unicorn, pussy!”

He was trying to make things difficult, and Cliff wasn’t having that shit. He was already peeved that they talked him into coming over, in the first place. “How about I punch you in the jaw?” The frontman was trying to sound serious in such a funny situation. “Oh yeah? You’re gonna punch a lion? Go ahead, I fuckin dare you. Lions eat people.” 

Lars exclaimed an “ooh” like he was watching a trainwreck on a daytime talk show. “Cat and horse fight!” 

Cliff rolled his eyes so hard, he was sure they’d get lost in the back of his skull. “Dumbass”

“Guys, stop it. Shut the fuck up.” Kirk sounded defeated. This all wasn’t going the way he hoped.

The redhead clenched his jaw. He was trying to keep his cool, when all he wanted to do was lecture Kirk and ask, "You woke me up for this stupid shit?" He had half a mind to leave; Go back to his house, drag his ass back to his mattress, and sleep like a bear.

But he also had half a mind to listen to what Kirk had to say.

Oh Kirk. Wild, kind, eccentric- Kirk Hammett .

“Listen, if Cliff doesn’t wanna wear the pajamas, he doesn’t have to. I won’t be offended.” Kirk’s face held the indistinct look of hurt, despite his statement. 

“I just wanted to do something silly.” He sat down in the armchair, “Something out of the ordinary.” Each word he spoke was prominent in a way to make the others understand. 

Sure, maybe they didn’t understand right now-

but they would. In time, they would.

Cliff relaxed himself and sighed through his nose. Well fuck.

By some miraculous gift from the Gods- or just pure dumb luck- Cliff did not end up leaving. In fact, as seven P.M. started rolling in, all four men found themselves passing a freshly made joint amongst each other. 

Yes. All four of them. A dinosaur, a lion, a bat, and-

A very grumpy unicorn.

They didn’t pass it to James, of course. They all knew he didn’t enjoy smoking; He was much more interested in their vast spread of alcoholic beverages, as per usual. Diamond Head echoed from the cassette player across the room.

The ambience wasn’t nearly as tense as it was, twenty some-odd minutes earlier. It was a lot more laid back. Cliff figured the weed was to blame for that.

Being truly honest with himself, he kinda felt like a complete jackass.

“I don’t know how the fuck you talked me into this. We look ridiculous.” Cliff shook his head with his words. His feet rubbed over each other, as if in self-consciousness. This made his socks appear to flop around his ankles.

They were black, and printed with generic white skulls and crossbones. Typically, an unusual style for Cliff, but just the perfect one for Kirk. He was the horror-obsessed nerd everyone wished they knew during the Halloween season. That man was always searching for something visually appealing and spooky.

Hair fell into his face while peering over. “Nice socks.” His eyes were wide with interest. “Thanks.” Cliff really didn’t have the heart to admit that all his usual socks needed washing. He had yet to do any laundry, since his return home. These were just last-choice, bottom of the barrel socks he threw on that he didn’t even know he had.

Kirk responded to Cliff’s previous statement of annoyance. “Well either way, I appreciate the participation. You didn’t have to.” A thankful grin stretched across his jaw.

Yeah, yeah. Sure he didn’t.

The redhead wanted to roll his eyes, but refrained from doing so. “Just pass the joint.”

He leaned forward, reaching for Lars to pass it in his direction. The way he removed himself from his place on the sofa made the drop-crotch of his pajamas puff out. Of course this made James titter with amusement. “Hey Cliff, your diaper’s full.”

“Fuck off.” Cliff pulled the joint to his lips and took a long inhale. The very end of the tightly rolled blunt flared with ash and smoke. On condition that he was gonna have to deal with being dressed up like a unicorn for the night, he might as well deal with it while as stoned as he could possibly be.

If anyone knew how to be high, it was definitely Cliff.

The frontman threw his head back with an eye roll at Cliff’s barking. "Laaaaaame."

"Yeah I mean, I know these are pajamas, but I kinda feel like I'm wearing a weird dress. Why's the crotch so low?" Lars was tugging the green fabric between his fingers.

"Who cares? They're comfortable." Cliff finally admitted.

Oh, look who’s talking! Mr. “I don’t wanna be a unicorn” Burton.

“Aha. Oh really?” James was really grinning ear to ear now. Cliff was about to tell him to shut up, when Kirk gave his own sunny response.

"And cute!"

There was a pause. All three men seemed to stare at him with pure skepticism.

"Uhh, sure" Smoke fell from the redhead’s lips before finally passing the joint to Kirk, who relaxed beside him. He almost didn’t want to, seeing as to how deranged Kirk was acting. Maybe he needed a straight jacket more than illicit substances.

Laughter rattled around in Cliff’s head, over that one.

Lars gave his typical smug smile. “I think we look fuckin cool!”

Time to see how the night plays out.

While eight o’clock soon crept up on them, all four men were quickly starting to realize that attempting to have a “fun-filled time” was proving to be futile. They were worn-out, tired, drunk and stoned. Everything seemed to be far too underwhelming. Some party this was.

Lars’ chin rested against his hand, in boredom. He was more than willing to complain about the situation, while the others suppressed their vexation. It was all about getting a rise out of someone.

"See, I told you this wasn't much of a party, man."

Even chick’s had better slumber parties than this! But Lars, James, Kirk, and Cliff were all in agreement; They would not be having any pillow fights, or make-out sessions with one another. The four were lazily taking turns playing an exceptionally half-assed “game” of beer pong. If one could even call it that.

It looked more like they were taking turns throwing a crumpled ball of aluminium foil into Dixie cups simply for the fuck of it.

"Shut up and take another shot" Cliff set the bottle of Smirnoff down in front of him.

Well, can’t go wrong with more alcohol.

In reality, they weren’t sure whether to be completely pissed off at Kirk or not. It’s not like he forced them into this predicament- or did he? Maybe he sweet-talked just a little more than he should have, in order to sell the idea of having fun. Too much excitement was probably the last thing they needed, in actuality.

Truth be told, the band was pooped beyond belief.

Kirk was rooting around in the side table’s drawer of clutter. Why not alleviate any excess hostility with a nice card game? “Uno or Poker?” James finally sat up in his chair, with interest, after laying across it like a deflated balloon animal for so long. “Uno. I ain’t playing Poker with Cliff. He took all my money last time!”

Cliff looked over to the frontman, carrying a suggestive smirk. The bold expression on his face read with confidence, “and I’ll fucking do it again.”

"Dawn of the Dead?" His gaze shifted to the television set while Kirk started to shuffle game cards.

James responded with a shake of his head. "Tape player's still busted."

Oh yeah, that’s right. One of the last ragers they threw here in the good ‘ol Tallica Mansion, some drunken asshole decided it was a brilliant idea to take a leak inside the VCR. The tape player wasn’t in the greatest shape, to begin with- but the pungent yellow piss seeping out if it the next day was just the icing on the fucking cake. Cliff still didn’t understand what would compel a person to do such a thing.

Whether the unknown VCR-pisser did it as a joke, or something else, the band would never know. Either way, they did know this: It was a dick move.

“Still?” Cliff spoke under his breath. But it didn’t matter. They’d been gone for so many months anyway, getting a taste of fortune inside the motels that were lucky enough to have gold-package cable television.

He cracked open a cold bottle of Coors, sending the metal cap right into Kirk’s lap. “So you got money for stupid one-piece costumes, but none to pitch in for a new VCR?” He set his annoyance aside, revealing a playful smile.

Kirk laughed. “Oh fuck off, you know you like it.” 

”Like” was a daring choice of word. The onesie sure was warm, that’s for sure. Cliff truly hated being too cold. While taking the extra warmth into account, he really did appreciate it. So I guess that did mean he liked it, and Kirk was correct.

Touché. That bat pajama bitch.

James made his displeasure heard while rearranging the two TV antennas for a better signal. “Come on, you ball-licker!” At this rate, they may as well be watching static for the rest of the night.

Just when all hope seemed lost, Lars erupted from his seat. His eyes were wide with energy. “You know what? I think I have an idea.”

Oh goody. Just what they needed, more ideas.

By eight-thirty, they were all sitting on the floor playing Uno, barricaded by a poorly-made blanket fort. Lars was sure he emptied all the beds and closets of any excess blankets he could find. That seemed to do the trick. The atmosphere instantly became cozier by comparison, thanks to the plush pillows and throws surrounding them. 

This was actually starting to become a more pleasant experience for the four. Especially Cliff.

He remembered making forts like this as a kid, getting lost in the books he loved. Back then, he didn’t give a shit about what the other kids were doing. He preferred to hide away in his own little cave of quilts and do his own thing.

Those were the days.

“Hey, how’d this pillowcase get a burn hole?” Kirk inquired once his turn was over. He ran his fingers over the fibers that frayed and hardened from the contact of flame. It was almost a perfectly rounded hole in the fabric. Let’s see, what did it remind him of?

He looked over to the redhead laying out a classic draw two card for Lars. “Draw two, pussy.” There was a cigarette gripped firmly between his lips. Smoke puffed from his nostrils while pulling it between his fingers. Kirk immediately remembered as he watched Cliff pat the ashes into a chipped ashtray.

Oh. Right.

Don’t fall asleep with cigarettes.

Kirk’s question went unnoticed, of course. He shrugged it off and sifted through his cards while the next turn landed on James. 

He laid out a reverse card with a grin of triumph. That left a single card in his hand. “Fucking uno! I’m about to win again, motherfuckers!” Oh, but see- that’s where James was wrong. Kirk had a few good cards up his sleeve. Gameplay went back around the opposite direction, meaning James was greeted with the dreaded card of draw four. “Like hell you are!”

Lars sneered at the frontman’s misfortune, behind his massive collection of cards. “Ha-ha, you lose.” It was a funny comment to make, considering he was on the losing end more than anybody else. He must’ve had twenty cards in his hands. Uno just wasn’t his game.

James groaned, but kept a straight face. “Okay, well you know what I think?” 

He shifted himself to blow gas right in Kirk’s direction. “Take that!”

Boys will be boys. 

One would think Kirk would be grossed out, but he’d been cramped into a tour bus with this buck wild blond for nearly a year’s time. Farting was nothing to him. All he could do was bust a lung and howl with laughter like a savage hyena.

Even Cliff laughed alongside him. “That’s real mature.” James bounced back after pulling his cards. “Says the guy dressed up as a unicorn.” 

Cliff should’ve shoved his onesie’s gold stuffed horn up James’ ass when he had the chance. Metal up your ass? Fuck that. Unicorn horn so far up your ass, you spew rainbows .

“Settle down, fart boy.” 

Being able to mimic the sound of a trumpet with one’s ass could be quite impressive. Perhaps James deserved a trophy-

or maybe an antacid.

Cliff finally stamped out his cigarette. “Come on, there has to be something to watch on TV.” There was no way they could sit there watching the TV Guide channel’s endless loop all night. There had to be another channel where they could get a clear picture.

Kirk took it upon himself to go about adjusting the antennas, once again, while surfing through the limited channels. The frontman took Kirk’s absence as an opportunity to peek through his stack of cards.

Cliff smacked his hand away. “Stop cheating, dick.” 

Kirk was about to give up, until-

“There we go!” He gave the old box television a few forceful knocks down on the top with his knuckles. The picture was miraculously clear as a man and woman were passionately making out on the screen. Lars muttered another “ooh” at the spicy lovemaking scene before him.

“Someone get the popcorn!”

“Hey, are they speaking Spanish?” James tilted his head in puzzlement.

Uh-oh.

9:15 P.M.

Metallica has officially been introduced to telenovelas.

The four friends were now reclining in a partially collapsed blanket fort, with all eight eyes glued to the screen. Due to the lack of subtitles, none of them were fully aware of what the hell was going on. But there was definitely a love triangle involved- a very disarray one.

Oh brother, was it cheesy.

Cliff had made the decision to start rolling up another joint, while watching. “I’m confused. What’s going on?” He ran his tongue along the edge of the rolling paper.

James shrugged and leaned back against a mountain of pillows. “Beats me.” He interlocked his fingers behind his head.

“Hey quit hogging the pillows, asshole!” Lars complained with a mouth full of Red Vines.

The frontman whipped a throw pillow at the dane, knocking the licorice right out of his hand. “Stop hogging all the snacks, fatass.”

Kirk wrapped one of the many fallen blankets around him, as he cozied up in the place beside Cliff. He ignored the two’s bickering and went on to explain to Cliff what was happening. At least, it was what he thought was happening. “That dude with the hideous goatee doesn’t realize he’s fucking his wife’s twin sister.” 

How conniving.

He brought a Red Vine of his own up to his mouth, with eyes still fixated on the soap opera. Watching non-English television programs was probably more interesting than watching the English speaking ones. They both carried the same cliché plotlines, but the Spanish programs were somehow more appealing.

Once the joint was ready, the redhead did not hesitate bringing his lighter to the end, with a snap of ignition. He gave a short hum full of indifference. Smoke once again wafted from his lips and nostrils in a fluid motion. This was some good shit.

“What a dumbass.”

10:05 P.M.

“I think I missed something.”

Cliff didn’t know if he was just too stoned to follow along, or not. James was equally just as confused.

“Yeah, how the fuck did she end up in the hospital?!”

“Her sister tried to poison her in the last episode” Kirk shushed their questions. As if their silence would somehow aid in his own understanding, despite the language barrier.

Cliff narrowed his reddened eyes, as if he personally knew that despicable woman. “That bitch.”

It seems the drama had reached a boiling point. The band appeared to leap up from their seats in total interest. Playing out before them was a heated argument between mother and daughter. Of course at the bedside of the comatose twin- of fucking course.

“Fuck! Her mom just slapped the shit outta her!” Lars stated the obvious. They watched as a fight broke out on the screen, between mother and evil twin daughter. “She’s calling her a puta!” Kirk added. Finally, the action they’ve all been waiting for!

Puta, you say? Cliff was right. What an evil bitch .

James’ grinning grew wider with every angry slap the mother character gave. "Damn she's fucking her up!" 

Cliff nodded in agreement. “She had it coming.” It was good to see someone so wicked get what they deserved. That’s karma at its finest.

“She’s ripping out her hair.” Lars and Kirk were both giggling like school boys, at this point. “She needed a new hair-do anyway.” 

The fight abruptly ended, thanks to an unwanted commercial break. Disappointed groans hollered from Lars and James, alike. But all four men were thinking the same thing: Fuck commercials. The breaks always had to happen at the worst possible time.

Kirk picked up the stack of cards from earlier, running his thumb up the edge. This motion created a familiar shuffling noise. “Wanna play another round of Uno?”

None of the other three seemed very interested. The redhead’s features wrinkled with an iffy facial expression. “A third?” Everyone knew he'd rather play poker. In fact- that gave him an even better idea. “You guys wanna make a bet?” His lips curled into a smile full of mischief.

James threw his head back dramatically again. As if he really had any money. But more often than not, he couldn’t pass up a good bet. “Fine. What ‘cha got?”

“I’ll bet you ten bucks there’s gonna be a murder, at some point.”

A murder? Gimme a break! This was a love drama!

Lars threw his dinosaur hood back. “I’m all in!” He put on his best look of ambition. That Danish rat.

“Sure, me too.” Kirk added.

The frontman raised his eyebrow at Cliff. “And if there’s not a murder?” He was determined to win this thing. The plot already put a woman in a coma, there was no way there could be a murder, on top of that!

Cliff thought briefly. “If not, you get the ten bucks. Plus I’ll buy us pizza.”

Thank god they lived near a pizzeria that had open hours until two in the morning. It was every late-night stoner’s paradise.

Suddenly, a pizza sounded especially delicious. “Deal.” James laid back with a sound of pure elation, throwing his hands behind his head again. He suddenly felt cocky. “I’ll take the meat lovers pizza, by the way.” 

Free money and food, here he comes.

Roughly twenty minutes later, James and the others would be proven wrong. A surprising new scene in the drama was focusing in on the aforementioned evil twin sister- now laying motionless at the bottom of a staircase, in a pool of blood. Karma finally got her good.

There had indeed been a murder plot twist. The pothead unicorn won fair and square.

Cliff slapped his thigh with triumph. “I called it! I fuckin called it!” He cheered. Meanwhile James was very unhappily probing around for his wallet.

“This is a stupid show, anyway.” He mumbled. He was always a downer after losing competitions.

“Oh, shut up and take the loss, puss.” Cliff gladly took the money that was given. James just flopped back down to the sofa, too tired to complain any further. Why not drown his miniscule sorrows with another drink?

That’ll do the trick!

Lars wandered back from the bathroom. “Wait, what the hell did I miss?” The dead body scene had since changed to something more joyous.

Kirk was cheesing with interest. He didn’t give a shit that he lost ten precious bucks; He was much more absorbed in the drama. “There’s been a mystery murder.” “Now we’re talkin!” Lars sat back down before it finally dawned on him. He lost the bet. “Oh. Wait .”

Cliff grinned. “Pay up, dickhead.”

Guess being a unicorn was lucky, after all.

11:18 P.M.

Light scatters of snowflakes began to fall outside.

The low sound of snoring could be heard behind Kirk and Cliff. The two continued to watch the drama unfold for the past hour, just assuming the other two were continuing to sulk from losing the bet. Kirk turned his head and smirked at the sight of their sleeping bodies propped against each other.

James was still gripping a half-empty can of beer. He was inevitably spilling against his thigh, in slumber. Lars’ mouth was wide open, spilling drool and crumbs from the corners. Gross . All they needed now was a camera.

“They fell asleep” Kirk tapped Cliff’s arm for attention.

They two looked at each other. The expressions they shared asked the age-old question.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Confidence coursed through Cliff while pulling another square to his lips. He lit up the end and cleared his throat. He exhaled. “Find me a magic marker” His smile was wide and broad.

That was so much better than a camera.

It was midnight.

One telenovela marathon, one bet, one family pack of Red Vines, two bags of chips, two joints, three cigarettes, four shots, four stupid outfits, and an ungodly amount of beer later. 

The marathon had since ended, leaving the two to figure out just what the hell else they could do. Kirk burrowed himself into the mass of blankets that were still piled around on the floor, with a comic. Cliff was counting through the money he made, along with what he already had in his wallet. Smooth jazz from the TV Guide channel was once again humming from the television speakers.

The night didn’t exactly pan out the way Kirk was hoping. But overall, he was just grateful to spend some time with his bandmates, and not have to worry about autographs and gigs, or having equipment stolen.

Oh, that was a nightmare.

His eyes scanned the cash in Cliff’s hands, remembering the promise of pizza. It still sounded good, even though that wasn’t part of Cliff’s winning end of the bet. It turns out that junk food doesn’t actually count as a meal.

“Wanna order a pizza?” The redhead paused, in thought. After two joints, he was virtually famished. He could go for a pizza. Hell, he could go for two . “Fuck it, sure” He pulled himself up to his feet to go to the phone.

“Wait, should we wake up the others?” Kirk’s bat hood flopped away from his bouncy curls.

The two looked over toward the sofa, where James and Lars were both slumped against each other. Each of their faces were scribbled foolishly with marker mustaches, profanities, and forehead penises.

They broke the golden rule of partying.

Everyone knows: You don’t fall asleep at parties. No matter how small.

Cliff smiled and shrugged. “More pizza for us.”

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cabin fever

ino dublin was the first show but pretend it wasn’t for this xo it’s like half edited cause I’m hungover lmao enjoy

tour is pretty tiring and it turns harry into a grump

word count: around 2.6k

warnings: swearing, little bit of angst but fluff at the end xo

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"Are you wearing all of this tonight?" Harry's tone is slightly abrasive as he passionately points to your clothes strewn on the bed. He was obviously being sarcastic, the furrowed brows making you believe that he's pissed off. You sigh from your place in the bathroom, closing your eyes as your rub in your cleanser, trying your best to will away your curt response.

"I'll move it in a minute." You grumble.

"Oh, so you're not? I was just wondering, y'know, cause it's all dumped on the bed that I'm trying to make." He mumbling to himself sarcastically and you feel your patience wear thin. The night in the hotel after a day of travelling meant you, of course, slept badly again, and it wasn't helping that your new contraception was messing with your hormones. All around you felt - irritated, and had a feeling it wasn't going to shake all day.

You don't respond, slinking back into the room cockily grabbing the clothes, shoving them into your suitcase without a word and pulling out a bikini, since Harry insisted that the two of you go for a swim in the freezing cold sea, when you just wanted to do a bit of sight seeing. You'd grumbled about it last night when he suggested it, so he went in a mood and said he'd go on his own. His alarm...that stupid fucking alarm, woke you up at the crack of dawn, however. So you didn't really have much choice.

"At least pretend you wanna be here." He jabs once you're at the rocky beach a few miles out, removing his clothes before slipping into the cold water in pink swimming trunks, teeth bared at the temperature.

"Sorry I don't want to go fucking swimming when I'm exhausted, Harry." You hiss, rolling your eyes as you strip down and follow him into the water. He's doing breast strokes around in the water and you just stay stationary, shivering from the cold you've never felt before.

"Don't you think I'm tired too?" He finally responds as he sidles up to you, running a hand of water over his face. "C'mon, it'll wake you up."

"Could we not have had coffee instead, like regular humans? You don't want to get poorly from this, it's too cold." You sigh, and he makes a face.

"Anything else you wanna complain about?" He shakes his head and when you give a scoff, he swims away and leaves your scowl to etch even further into your forehead. You send a splash of water his way and he just ignores you, wading under the water.

You're out in a flash then, not bothering to spend any longer in the freezing cold. Harry was freakish with these things, his body could take these kinds of conditions; yours could not.

Pulling a towel over your shoulders, you sit down on a random bench up on the pier, to observe Harry's head bob in and out of the water.

A phone camera click drags you out of your dark cloud of a mood and you look to the side, seeing a group of younger people starting to gather in numbers, mumbling quietly and looking between you and Harry. Another phone click goes and you blow out a breath and bounce your leg, feeling more and more conscious as the time goes on. Harry's sixth sense somehow manifests itself and he's clambering out of the water, giving the people around a bashful smile as he towels himself off; a quick nod of his head towards the pier walk makes you rise from your feet, copying his actions of giving the group a small smile. You didn't mind meeting his fans, and nine times out of ten they were really lovely, and just interested in a chat. On the off occasion though, it spiked your anxiety severely, and now more than ever given you're wearing a bikini.

"I hope they don't post those pictures." You mumble once you're out of earshot, walking unconsciously closer to Harry out of nervousness that they're following the direction you walk in.

"You know they will." Is all he says, adjusting the Pleasing bag higher on to his shoulder and traipsing back to the car idling for you both. Your chest tightens slightly but you don't mention it, not wanting to bother him more with your 'complaining', especially after his earlier comment. Your shoulders roll back and you sigh, attempting to shake off your bad mood. 

"You're creasing your shoes. Lambert won't be too happy about that after he stuck his neck out for the limited editions." You half laugh as you point to the backs of Harry's trainers. He scoffs, flailing his arms in defeat, making the smidgen of humour you tried to insert into the conversation disappear immediately.

"Fuckin' hell. Anything else? Been here for half an hour and you're already nagging m'ear off."

The irritation you felt this morning bubbles up to a point of anger and you wrap the towel tighter around yourself, feeling shivery as you pick up your walking speed.

"I'll just shut the fuck up, shall I?" You snap, moving ahead of him. He goes quiet for a minute before letting out a quiet puff of air, like he's blown out his lips before releasing it.

The car ride back to the hotel is silent aside from a few grumbles from Harry when someone cuts his driver off and it jerks the car, and you can feel a pulsing headache beginning to fester behind your temples, your sinuses beginning to feel achey and stuffy by the time you're stripping off in the bathroom to get a shower. The scalding water does a good job at quelling the feeling but it still doesn't shake your bad mood, and you find yourself clambering back into the made bed whilst Harry's off on a walk with Jeff, drifting soundly into much needed sleep before the concert.

You wake to the sound of clattering and open your eyes, seeing Harry bent over his suitcase holding a small pink wash bag you remember buying for him so he'd stop using yours. He's dumping stuff into it with a frown of his face and you clear your phlegmy throat.

"What are y'doing?" Your voice is croaky as you watch him through sleep-filled eyes. He starts, glancing back at you before lifting from his knees, grabbing his tote bag.

"M'gonna get ready early at the venue. I need a bit of space." His voice is quiet and your heart leaps into your throat. You sit-up, rubbing your eyes with your knuckle. Your whole body aches and you try to will away the feeling.

"Space? Don't go." Your voice is small akin to his. You knew that the bickering was a bit excessive today, but it wasn't really a regular occurrence for the two of you, just when you both were emotionally and physically exhausted.

"It's only for today. I think we've both just got a bit of cabin fever, and I fancy a bit of alone time." Although his words sadden you, you can't help but agree. You love Harry's presence, and find yourself lucky to be able to spend his most memorable moments of his tour by his side; but sometimes the bed felt a bit too warm with the two of you, and the bathroom got a bit cramped when you were both getting ready, and Harry was leaving milk pods everywhere from his coffee or you weren't throwing away used makeup wipes.

"Okay. So I'll see you after?" You will away a sneeze before you say it, rubbing your hands up your sore arms and making a mental note to take some painkillers.

His eyes soften but his nod is stiff, him walking over to place a chaste kiss to your head before slipping out of the hotel room. And although it's upsetting that he didn't want to be around you, you do feel the irritation waver once the room falls silent.

"Are you okay? You're a bit shivery, babe." Harry Lambert has to shout over the noise of the crowd as he observes you with his concerned eyes, but your gaze stays trained on Harry sprinting around the stage. You shrug and he places a hand on the back of your neck, hissing and moving it to your forehead.

"Shit, you've got a bit of a temperature. How are you feeling?"

"Not great, to be honest." The blocked nose was impending the minute you climbed into that cold water in the morning, and it finally manifested itself after you roused properly from your nap, feeling like you'd been dragged across concrete. 

"Oh, you shouldn't have come, hun. Does Harry know?" Glenne rubs your shoulder gently and cranes her neck around to find Jeff. You sniffle, shaking your head and wrapping your coat tighter around your body. If someone saw you they'd probably think you looked ridiculous, given the common knowledge that backstage got very stuffy very quickly from the equipment and the commotion, but your fever was making you shiver like you're in the Arctic.

"We went swimming this morning in the sea. It was so cold. I think I'm just quite run down, and being too cold this morning worsened it." Lambert nods and ushers you out of the wing of the stage and back to Harry's dressing room, putting you under strict instruction to wait there.

The show only had 20 minutes left, so you figured it wasn't worth carting back off to the hotel when Harry would be following shortly after, so you hunker down and whip off your own coat, wrapping yourself in Harry's big puffer and falling sound asleep on the sofa. 

Chattering and cheering outside the door shortly later filters into your ears as you sleep, and it rouses you quickly, a cold sweat on your brow swept away by someone's hand.

"Hey, are you okay?" A soft voice speaks and you peel open your eyes, Harry's rapidly falling chest and the glisten of sweat of his neck comes into vision. He's still wearing his stage clothes, as if he ran straight to find you. His face reads nothing but worry and you feel the anger from before dissipating quickly.

"Hey." You croak, attempting to clear the phlegm from your throat. He frowns, brushing your hair back with his fingers pursing his lips.

"I didn't know you weren't feeling well, baby. Lambert said you looked really ropey and had to come and sit down." Your eyes close as he rakes his fingers through your hair.

"Hm. I think I'm a bit rundown, to be honest, H. Must have caught a cold or something." You barely manage the words out with your dry throat and he takes note of this, manoeuvring to grab you a bottle from the mini fridge.

"I'm too hot, can you take this off me? I'm too sore to move." You gesture to his large puffer coat draped over your body and he grabs it quickly. A small smile is on his face at the thought of you grabbing his coat for comfort, rather than your own.

"Shit. I bet the swimming didn't help this morning." He sighs, raking a hand through his hair with the guiltiest look on his face, "and you were worried about me getting ill, yet I dragged you in there without even thinking."

You don't say anything as you swig from the bottle, shrugging.

"S'not like you dragged me in by my hair, or something." You attempt to joke, but you grimace at the aches coursing through your body. He grabs the palm of your hand and plants a kiss there.

"No, but I definitely guilted you in."

You repeat a swig of water to avoid saying anything snarky. He huffs and plants himself down on the sofa, wrapping an arm tightly around your shoulders.

"I'm sorry I was such an arsehole earlier." You lift your eyebrows sarcastically and he fights a laugh.

"You really-" you pause to sneeze and Harry leans away, "sorry- you really pissed me off before. We need to stop going for each others' throats when we're tired, I don't like arguing with you."

"Bless you, And- you think I like arguing with you? Of course not. I just felt very crabby this morning, I'm sorry again." He looks genuinely guilty, and you're fully aware that the way you were both acting in the morning wasn't a true reflection of either of you. Plus, the cold is draining your body of energy, so you don't have the patience nor the desire to carry on bickering.

"I understand you're just a bit burnt out. It's okay."

He smiles, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. You lean on to his shoulder and fight sleep until he drags you out of the state.

"Baby?" You hum and he cups your jaw, thumb stroking over your cheek, "I'm gonna take you back to the hotel, okay? Get you a nice bath, beautiful."

"That sounds nice." You say softly, gazing at him through your half hooded lids. He smiles slightly and provides many forehead kisses until you're in his car, and lets you lean on his shoulder the entire drive back, drawing you a cool bath (as to not aggravate your fever) as you peel the clothes from your body that once were curing your chill and were now starting to make your body temperature skyrocket.

"Want me to stay?" He mumbles, hands fiddling with yours. You nod and lull your head against the porcelain to look at his face.

"Let's promise not to fight too much on this tour. Don't want to end up strangling the world's favourite rockstar." Your voice is sleepy from the intense calmness that takes over your body from the stroking of Harry's fingers against yours and the lapping of the bath water.

He laughs loudly at that, but quickly quietens down when he sees your wince from the echo.

"Next time I'm a prick, I give you full permission."

"Mm, noted. Can I have a kiss?" You mumble. He leans forward but hesitates.

"You've got the leurgy." His head hovers over the bath water to reach your face and you frown, because although you're fully aware that he needs to avoid getting poorly for his shows, you're ill and still feeling slightly needy. Out of spite, you lift your palm quickly and flick the water over his face and hair, making his jaw lower in shock.

"That was out of line."

"You gonna carry on complaining? The water's nowhere near as cold as it was this morning." Your eyebrow raises and his face goes white as a sheet.

"Okay. Maybe I deserved that one."

.

[kitten4sannie]

𝐏𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝐀𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖞 (†𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖗)

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Incubus! San x Afab! Reader x Boyfriend! Wooyoung 

Genre: just actual depravity   

Summary: After going to a fun Halloween party, you and your boyfriend were completely exhausted. You happily turned in, welcoming a night of restful sleep. Well, until you had a visitor. 

Warnings: ???

Author's Note: I knew I had to write some (very filthy) Halloween-themed smut, like there was no way in hell that I wasn’t, especially considering that October is the only time I feel truly alive 🤭 I hope you enjoy this teaser 🖤Btw, I'll be posting the full thing on Halloween night! Muahahaha

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You sighed heavily, using all of your strength to pull your intoxicated body out of the car you were in, gently pushing your back against the car door to close it. “Ugh, my feet hurtttt…” you complained, turning your head to watch as your boyfriend walked around from the driver’s side of the car and over to you, wrapping an arm securely around your waist. 

“And that’s why I was trying to get us out of there. I already knew you’d be exhausted. But nooo, you just had to dance to ‘your song’ like ten times in a row.” 

Wooyoung shook his head slightly, gently guiding you up to the front steps of your shared apartment, unlocking the door with his free hand. 

“Whateverrrr, I was just having fun. That was literally the only party we’ve gone to this entire year,” you reasoned, leaning your head against Wooyoung’s shoulder, allowing him to lead you past the entrance and down the hall into your bedroom. 

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, baby. I’m glad you had fun,” he apologized, cupping your face with his hands and giving you a small pout. “Just go easy on the drinks next time, okay? I don’t want you getting sick.” 

You nuzzled your face against his hands, appreciating his warmth. “I got it, Dad,” you replied playfully, giving him a quick kiss, prior to throwing yourself onto the bed and lazily pulling all of your clothes off, except for your underwear. You watched as Wooyoung stripped off his own clothes and gave you a quick wink, before jumping into bed next to you. 

“You wanna…mess around?” Wooyoung inquired, rubbing small circles on the side of your upper thigh, his eyes focusing on your own. 

“Mm, not tonight, Woo. I’m super tired…like I’m ready to pass out.” Without another word, you faced away from him and pushed yourself back against his body, so that he could hold you. 

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you and kissed the back of your head, whispering, “Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams.” 

“Night, Woo. Sleep tight.”

You fell asleep as soon as you closed your eyes, getting sent into a random dream that you would probably struggle to remember once you woke up the next morning. Unfortunately for you, you wouldn’t be able to sleep long enough to even achieve that. 

After a few hours passed, your body suddenly jolted, bringing you out of your unconscious state. You opened your eyes and scanned the darkness near your side of the bed, a feeling of uneasiness immediately creeping up your spine. There was an intense presence in the room, one that was so palpable that you couldn’t even try to ignore it and go back to sleep. Gathering up all your courage, you took in a deep breath and pulled your covers down so that you could scan the room in front of you. Nothing could have possibly prepared you for what came next. 

You saw a pair of bright red eyes glowing against the darkness that swallowed the room, causing your breath to get stuck in your throat, your body jolting as well, out of pure shock. “Wh-what the fuck?” you eventually cursed in a shaky voice, immediately pulling yourself from Wooyoung’s grasp and sitting up, pressing your back against the headboard, the metal cold on your bare skin. “I gotta be hallucinating. There’s…no way…I-i must still be asle…” Your voice trailed off when you saw the pair of eyes grow closer and closer, an outline of what appeared to be a naked man becoming more clear to you. 

“Fortunately for you, darling, I am very much real,” the mysterious being revealed in a soft, yet sultry voice. 

“Wake up, Y/N! Fucking wake up!” you whisper-yelled to yourself, slapping your cheeks roughly a few times. You were freaked out enough already, so it didn’t help when the entity suddenly disappeared into thin air and reappeared, sitting directly next to you, just a few inches away. 

That was when you felt true fear, as well as something else you couldn’t quite detect in the moment, but all you knew was that it was causing your mind to feel clouded and fuzzy, which only served to frighten you more.

“G-get the hell away from me!” 

You couldn’t even get another word out, as one of the being’s slender fingers came up to your gaping mouth and slid teasingly from your top lip down to your bottom lip, his sharp black nail scraping lightly against your skin. You winced slightly, still unable to take your eyes off of his glowing ones. 

‘Don’t be scared, little one. I’m not here for your soul. I’m here for your body,” he informed, letting out an airy chuckle. 

Now that you could get a good look at him, you realized that he wasn’t as scary-looking as your frightened mind had previously assumed. Sure, his gaze alone was able to strike terror into your fragile heart, but his angular, feline-like features intrigued you. To be quite frank, you had never encountered someone who was this captivating before, besides Wooyoung of course. Not to mention, the entity’s overwhelming presence was even capable of making you forget that your boyfriend was still there, laying just a few inches away from you, snoring peacefully as though there wasn’t a literal demon in your room. 

“Wh-who are you? What...are you?” you murmured softly, barely able to hear your words over the sound of your heart pounding inside your chest. 

“You wouldn’t be able to pronounce my birth name, so you can just call me San,” he explained, his words sounding almost serpent-like when he said his name. “And lucky for you, sweetheart, I’m an incubus.” 

“I-incubus? Like a…a…demon?” you stammered nervously, almost paralyzed with fear at this point. Suddenly hearing Wooyoung talking incoherently in his sleep, you briefly considered trying to wake him up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move even a single inch.

“Mm-hmm.” 

San’s intensely warm hands pressed down onto your thighs, immediately giving you goosebumps. They slowly traveled past your hips and onto your waist, forcefully pulling your bodies together. The skin-on-skin contact sent what felt to be electricity through your body, causing the knots in your stomach to tighten significantly.

"I-...um..." you mumbled, feeling your throat going dry.

San sighed lightly, caressing your hips, his nails just barely dragging along your soft skin. “Simply put, I like to play with pretty girls like you at night…Pretty boys too,” he purred into your ear, as his crimson eyes flickered down to admire Wooyoung’s sprawled out, half-naked body. 

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[erodasfishtacos]

🚕NEW YORK CITY🚕

Prompt (from kofi donation): Bailey requested something angsty with a happy ending so here you go! (and thank you for the donation bby!)

warnings: angst, language, blood

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Harry was truly a good person who treated people with kindness but he was not perfect by any stretch of the imagination.

Just like in any marriage, you got to see the best of your spouse and the downside was you saw them at their worst sometimes.

YN was definitely witnessing her husband at one of those ‘worse’ times.

Times that were usually saved for when he was stressed out on tour.

She could deal with a lot before engaging in a fight with Harry, even when he’s a cranky brat - but the one thing she can’t stand is when he acts like a spoiled little popstar who’s more important than everyone else.

YN is the lead designer for his merchandise as well as social media manager for her husband. She managed all of his accounts from Twitter, Instagram, etc.

She didn’t mind that part of the job but she didn’t love it.

What she was truly passionate about was designing merchandise for the tour, as well as all of his other promotional adventures.

Harry had made it clear from the beginning of his solo career that he trusted his wife’s skills and abilities - that she didn’t need to run everything by him like an employee would.

There was a very clear line that in no way was their relationship boss/employee because that sounded like a recipe for disaster.

Harry was exhausted with his back to back Nashville shows, his first night at MSG, and tonight was his second.

He had been miserable since he woke up, refused to work out with his personal trainer, wouldn’t answer the hotel door to Jeff, and complained that YN had folded one of his shirt in a way that caused wrinkles.

YN had been laying low, excited as she had created this fantastic new design for a surprise sweatshirt merch drop in Florida.

It was a seventies inspired font that was reddish orange across the chest on a white cotton fabric that said Come Get Your Love with a mushroom surround by a few retro styled flowers.

On the back was the name of the tour with the list of every date and location of the concert in the same font with flowers and mushrooms scattered around the text.

When the design was approved by management and printing of it was going to begin, YN was so so excited to share the design with her husband.

He had been saying in passing that it would be cool to do a random new merch drop as well as wanting some retro vibes on it.

YN delivered, it took her quite a while to get everything how she wanted it but she was so excited when she got the prototype to show Harry.

It was pre-show, he still hadn’t really snapped out of the attitude and nasty mood he was in so YN was trying to let him have space - which is extremely hard to give him space when this whole tour is for him.

*YN’s concert outfit*

She had left the sweatshirt on the back of a chair in the conference room, she had shown everyone else beside Harry and they were all obsessed with it.

YN was currently sat on the ground with the band, Jeff, and Tommy playing a game of Cards Against Humanity when Harry is storming into the lounge room with the sweatshirt in his grip.

“Wha’ the fuck is this?” Harry demands, mostly to Jeff but the everyone is looking at him with confusion.

“It’s the sweatshirt for the surprise merch drop in Florida?” Jeff trails off, unsure of why his client is so irate.

“I didn’t fuckin’ approve this design! Y’didnt even run it by me!” Harry accuses, now directly looking at his wife, “Y’think I want a fuckin’ shroom sweatshirt in my merch line? How does tha’ go with anything else like the bunnies?”

YN drops her cards, pushing herself off the ground, and crossing her arms as she tries to take a calming breath, “I’m sorry you don’t like the print but it’s already approved and being sent for sale for all the tour dates in Florida. We’ve had the conversation before that I didn’t have to check with you.”

Harry has the audacity to throw the article of clothing on the ground like it was worthless, garbage, “I guess tha’ needs to change! Now tha’ I have this going up! It’s m’fuckin’ tour, m’merch, and I want it my way. This is unacceptable.”

The band had yet to see the couple in a fight, yet to really see the usual, level-headed YN actually get angry with Harry.

“I am not your employee, Harry. Do not talk to me like that. You’re acting like a spoiled brat but this tour is about more than just your wants. I worked really hard on that design for you to just toss it on the ground like it’s meaningless,” YN replies, tone still calm and at a normal volume.

“I don’t care tha’ you worked hard on it! I don’t want this at my fuckin’ concerts!” Harry roars loudly, startling the others in the room as he points towards the discarded sweatshirt.

YN can feel the tears prickling at the back of her eyes at his harsh, loud words - his sharp jaw was tight and his eyes were narrowed at her like she was an enemy.

She could usually hold her own - would never walked away from a fight but battle it out until it was fully resolved but Harry had not only embarrassed her in front of their friends but hurt her feelings.

“Listen to me closely, Harry. I don’t give a fuck if you’re tired or unhappy with this design. I have no idea who you think you’re talking to right now but you’re not going to talk to me like this,” YN says tightly, holding back emotion as she huffs out of the room and back towards his dressing room.

Harry automatically starts to feel a bit of shame when he’s left in a dead silent room with everyone looking at him like he had three heads.

He doesn’t say anything else, quite surprised his normally feisty wife left the argument without resolution.

When he enters the private room, YN is shoving a few items into her purse before swinging it over her shoulder and snatching up her jacket.

“Wha’-wha’s goin’ on?” Harry asks in confusion, heart picking up speed as his wife slips into her shoes she had taken off. ***

“I’m going back to the hotel. I’m not staying here to support your performance when you just treated my hardwork like shit and didn’t support me,” She bites out, doing her damn hardest to not let her voice quiver.

“Bab-“ Harry begins, he knows he’s in deep shit when she leaves the show - it didn’t happen unless he’d really fucked up.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me,” She mocks his accent, “You just embarrassed us in front of our friends, disrespected my work, and disrespected me all because you’re tired. I’m so done with you right now,” YN shakes her head, shouldering past him without another word.

He watches in regret as she strides down the hall where Alberto is waiting for her, to transport her back to their hotel.

-

It was always a less enjoyful concert when his wife wasn’t in attendance - his eyes darted to the box where she should be sitting like she was yesterday, dancing and singing along.

It wasn’t often Harry was disengaged onstage, not as present as he normally was but his mind kept wandering back to his wife and how royally he fucked up.

There was a small glimmer of hope that she would appear at some point, change her mind, and watch the concert but that box reserved for her stayed empty the whole time.

The crowd could tell too.

He didn’t read many signs, didn’t pick up any objects thrown his way, and when the set was over he didn’t linger on the stage.

The band was chatting backstage afterwards when Harry approaches them, swallowing his pride, and awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Er, so uh,” Harry’s tone was his normal, slow-paced morbid style as he stumbles to properly form the right words, “I uh-wanted to apologize f’actin’ like tha’ earlier. I shouldn’t have taken m’frustration out like tha’ and er, yeah.”

His friends forgive him but imply that he really needs to go be apologizing to his wife and not them which he tells them he’s going to do next.

-

Harry feels nervous he taps the keycard against the lock to get into the hotel room - his hair was still damp from shower at the venue.

It was a penthouse suite, so Harry didn’t automatically see his wife - he steps through quietly until he reaches the bedroom where she’s sat on her laptop with bleary, puffy eyes in the bed - just in a oversized shirt.

“Darlin-“

“I really really don’t want to talk to you right now,” She tells him without looking up from her screen, tapping away at the mouse - Harry knew she was most likely updating his social media to thank New York fans.

“Please, can I just say somethin’?” He tries again, biting back the frustration as he lingers in the doorway.

“You’ve said quite enough today,” YN dismisses dully, her feelings were so immensely hurt she felt a bit numb at the moment.

“I should-“

“I just want left alone. There’s like three other bedrooms in this penthouse - go sleep in one of them!” She finally raises her voice at him like she rarely ever ever did.

His expression hardens into stone, brow furrowed as he snaps back, “Fine! Don’t want t’sleep in ‘ere anyways!”

She can hear him stomping throughout the hall, being overly noises with things from his suitcase, and then turning the volume up much louder than necessary on the television.

It was all in the hopes of getting a reaction out of his wife - he wanted her to come out and yell about that noise, engage with him.

But he’s disappointed when she stays in the bedroom, not acknowledging any of his childish behavior.

As he sips on a protein smoothie, he swipes through his phone, and when he checks his email - he sees that Jeff has forwarded him an email that he originally wasn’t tagged in.

The subject read: SURPRISE FOR H!

And the email was written by his wife.

It read.

Hello everyone!

I got approval from management for the surprise sweatshirt merch drop for Florida. I worked extremely hard on the design and wanted to send out a thank you for everyone who support me on this project.

I just ask that you keep this a secret from Harry. I’m hoping to surprise him at the show in with it. I also appreciate everyone reaching out to make sure they can get a sweatshirt.

All tour crew and staff will be getting the sweatshirt in advance to wear the day of the concert - to better surprise Harry for all his hard work on this concert so far.

Bestie wishes!

YN Styles.

He knows why Jeff forwarded the message to him, to show him what complete asshole he had been to his wife.

And the thing was, he actually did like the design the more he looked at it. His wife was so fucking talented it didn’t make sense.

Harry wasn’t quite sure what to do. He realized that pestering his wife to talk to him wasn’t going to be helpful but he couldn’t let her think that she wasn’t the most talented person in the world.

It was too late to find a flower shop to buy her an apology bouquet or a candy shop for some chocolates - not like that would have worked anyways.

Harry takes a shot in the dark, sending a text to Jeff who was in the hotel on a different floor.

H: I need you to run to the shops for me

Jeff: why would I do that at one in the morning

H: Because if I go out right now I’ll get mobbed

Jeff: what the fuck could you possibly need

Harry texts him the list, waiting impatiently until Jeff drops off the plastic bags filled with item at the door and he’s getting to work.

In one of the bedrooms, there is exquisite bathtub that overlooks the bustling of the city - Harry emptied all the supplies on the counter tops. ***

He began by running the water nice and steaming hot - dropping in a lavender bath bomb as well as adding bubble bath.

Then he’s lighting the vanilla and rosemary candles, lining some on the counters - her favorite scents before laying out her favorite soda and chips because she loves a bathtub snack.

It wasn’t anything spectacular, sure as hell not enough of an apology for how he acted but it could be a start.

Hesitantly, he enters the room where YN now has her tablet in front of her - obviously frustrated by the way she scribbles with her ipad pen to erase designs.

“I-I know y’don’t want t’talk to me right now. But can I, er, I drew y’a bath,” Harry mumbles sheepishly, it’s quite insane how YN can knock him back down to feeling like an embarrassed schoolboy.

She looks up after a moment, lip worrying between teeth as she debates whether or not to accept the so-called olive branch.

Luckily, YN does, tossing her ipad onto the bed, and swinging her legs off the side.

Harry’s instant urge is to reach out and touch her but she slips past him without letting that happen to wander into the set-up bathroom.

“Wow, this is nice,” YN hums, her tone still a bit bland and unhappy but it seems truthful - her words, “Thank you.”

And when she raises her eyebrow at him, his heart drops when he realizes that she wants his to get out so she can undress and bathe in peace - which was… fair but devastating.

“Uh,” Harry fumbles dumbly, not able to find a reason to stay any longer, “Er, let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

Then she’s turning away from him and it’s difficult for him to leave the room and let her be.

-

“Fuck!” Harry grunts, furious out himself as stands in the kitchen. He pulls out a gleaming glass from the cabinet to fill with water to chug.

As he drinks his water, he scrolls on his phone until another email pops up - again, forwarded from Jeff because Harry wasn’t tagged in it.

It was an email from YN to Jeff, the timestamp states that she had sent it a few minutes ago when she was still in bed.

Hi Jeff,

I was wondering if there was any possible way we could not drop that new sweatshirt. Harry was very unhappy with the design and I don’t want it to be sold at the merch stands if he hates it. I apologize for any inconvenience.

Sincerely,

YN

“God damn it!” Harry growls, he doesn’t even realize how hard he’s squeezing the glass until it actually shatters in his grip - the remnants falling to the tiled ground and vibrant red blood now dripping as well.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” He whines, dropping the rest of the glass to examine his now bloody, cut up hand that was twinging and pulsating.

It’s like his wife has a sixth sense for when he’s in pain because before he knows it - she’s padding into the kitchen with damp hair and a towel tucked around her.

“Bunny? What happened?” She was surprised to see so much blood but soon puts the pieces together - she’s guiding him over to the sink to run some warm water over it.

Despite Harry having a pain kink, loves the sensation of getting tattooed - the sight of blood made him woozy and feeling like he was gonna pass out.

“Glass, broke th-the glass. S’blood, m’bloody, baby,” Harry slurs as he tries to stay steady on his feet as YN starts to pick out the pieces that are wedge in his skin.

She leans over to kiss his shoulder, sweetly murmuring, “You’re okay, bun. Deep breathes, c’mon.”

And then…Harry starting sobbing, tears falling as he can’t wipe them, his chest shuddering because he feels like shit.

He was such an asshole to his wife but she is still here, helping and soothing him because shes so loving and empathetic.

“Whoa, H. It’s not that bad, baby. It’s just a few pieces, nothing major,” YN titters, thumbing away his tears with a slight smile - like he was being overdramatic.

“No-I’m, y’so good t’me and I treated you awful today. I don’t fuckin’ deserve you. M’sorry darlin’, m’so so sorry,” He blubbers, shoulders hunched in to make himself smaller as he sniffles.

“We can talk about it later. I saw a first aid kit in the bathroom, let me rub some cream on it and then wrap it all up,” YN replies calmly, dashing away to fetch everything - then she’s encouraging him to hop up on the counter to sit as she wraps it.

His free hand is rhythmically squeezing her plushy hip, eyes fixated on her beautiful, flawless face as she determinedly cares for his wound.

“There we go,” She announces when it’s all patched up with a pat to his thigh.

He isn’t thinking as he nudged forward to kiss her lips in gratitude, when he remembers she’s upset with him, he pulls back, “Sorry.”

“Don’t ever have to apologize for kissing me, H,” YN huffs out exasperated, “Would you like to join me in the bath?”

Harry nods cautiously, his hand moving from her hip to her belly to anywhere he can reach as he replies, “If you’ll have me.”

When they’re both in the tub, facing each other with his wife draping her legs over his as the bubbles nearly reach his shoulders.

“I’m very disappointed with how you acted today. I’m your wife, not your employee. Despite this being your tour, other people matter too. And I know you know that so I hate when you act like a entitled popstar. You’re better than that,” YN tells him, her tone isn’t angry but more melancholy which is almost worst.

“I never ever should have spoken to you like that. I really do like the design, I was just…looking for somethin’ t’be upset about. The sweatshirt is perfect and y’so fuckin’ brilliant tha’ I can believe you’re mine. The concert fuckin’ sucked without you there.”

Harry continues, his uninjured hand coming to massage the soles of her feet as he speaks, “I respect you w’everything I have. If anyone’s the boss, s’you. I acted like a spoiled brat and m’sorry. I love you with all m’heart and I’ll try t’be better.”

YN accepts the apology, especially when he massages both feet generously and then her calves before hand-feeding her a few flamin’ hot cheetos with a crinkled nose because he hates those things.

And when the water runs cold, Harry steps out and wraps her in a new towel - drying her reverently with kisses to her collarbone and shoulder as he murmurs sweet nothings.

Harry wasn’t perfect. YN didn’t expect him to be. But it didn’t matter because they love each other so fucking much.

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RECORD BREAKING MERCH SALES - IS THERE ANYTHING HARRY STYLES CAN’T DO?

Harry Styles racked up nearly $725k in his two day stint at Madison Square Garden from his totes with bunnies to his creative tees designed by his wife, YN Styles.

As if it couldn’t get better, Styles dropped at new sweatshirt at his Orlando show that sold out within minutes of the stands opening.

It is estimated that in his one night in Orlando with the surprise new merchandise that he totaled up a staggering $450k.

With these numbers, Harry is rumored to be the biggest seller of merchandise in history. Fans who couldn’t get one state that they hope this sweatshirt will become a staple on tour.

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