#It's been so long I got my back laid down

[moonstruckme]

Mae I love your way of writing very much! Can you do poly!wolfstar with reader who is used to love being conditional? The scenario can be anything you want <3 thank you! Sorry if my English is messy jaja

Thank you angel <3

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 708 words

“Oh. Hello.” Remus comes inside, shaking raindrops off his umbrella. “How are you home already?” 

Hands in the sink, you can only half turn to greet him. “I left work a bit early.” You throw him an impish look. “Don’t tell.” 

“I’d never.” You hear the sounds of shoes and umbrella being discarded. Remus walks on near silent footsteps, but you know him well enough to anticipate the gentle pressure of his lips on the crown of your head. “I’m quite proud of you, actually. You’ve done far too much unpaid overtime for them. Now look at you, fucking off an hour early to make—what are you making? It smells good.” 

“She’s making brownies,” Sirius calls from down the hall. 

“Brownies?” Remus asks, delighted. “Hi, by the way.” 

“Hi, handsome.” Sirius comes to greet him, hair wet and wearing the fresh cozies you laid out for him on the bed. He gives Remus a kiss. “How was your day?” 

“Fine. Steadily improving.” 

Sirius hums agreeably. “She drew me a lovely bath, too. Had it all ready for me when I got home.” You’re not looking at them as you dry your hands on a dishtowel, but when you glance up his grin is there waiting. “Thanks for that, sweetness.” 

You shy. “It was no problem.” 

“Does my hair smell nice?” He drops his head forward, shaking his wet hair out in front of you. 

You sniff. “It does. It always smells nice.” 

“Extra, thanks to you.” 

He plants a smiling kiss on your cheek, and you bear it, feeling glittery with joy. By the way Remus is smiling at you both, you must look as pleased as you feel. 

“What’s all this for?” he asks. 

You shrug. “I just felt like doing something for you guys.”

The truth of it is that in the center of the kitchen table there are wilting carnations, which Sirius bought two weeks ago. You’ve yet to do anything to thank him for them. You can’t recall a time you cooked dinner for all of you in the last month. You keep meaning to take out the trash, but Remus gets to it before you can every time. You’ve not done anything very thoughtful, or kind, or doting in a long while. Sirius and Remus are so good to you, and lately you’ve not felt very deserving of their love at all. 

“And,” you say, “I feel a bit bad that I’ve…not been very considerate lately.” 

Sirius makes an odd face. “Considerate how?” 

“I haven’t been doing as much for you as I’d like to.” 

“Oh,” Remus tsks, “sweetheart, we don’t care how much you do. You know it doesn’t come down to that.” 

“Yeah, I know,” you say flippantly. The edge of the counter digs into your back as you lean against it, trying to look nonchalant. “It’s just, you guys do so much for me—” 

“Well, I hope we’re not supposed to be keeping score.” Sirius raises his eyebrows. “If I have to get even for that bath, sweetheart, I’m going to be rubbing your feet every night for a month.” 

You laugh. “You’re off the hook.” 

“Oh, good. You are too, then.” 

“Well—” 

“No,” Remus cuts you off, his smile as fond as it is knowing. “You don’t get to be the only one who has to earn love. It’s all of us or none of us, dove. Which is it?” 

You can’t help smiling back at him, even as your face heats. “I don’t like this game.” 

“Oh, poor girl,” Sirius coos. He pulls you under his arm, pouting in faux sympathy as he squeezes you. “You just have it so rough, don’t you?” 

“That’s the way it has to be,” says Remus. “You don’t get to make your own rules only for yourself. And I love you just as much right now as I did yesterday.”

Sirius mushes a kiss to the side of your head. “Ditto.” 

“Okay,” you relent, rolling your eyes. Internally, your heart is aglow. “If you really want to lie to me and pretend you’re going to love me the exact same when you have brownies in your stomachs, go ahead.” 

“Not lying, sweetheart.” 

“So you don’t want them?” 

“Now, hold on a minute—” 

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HIII!!! I LOVE YOU'RE POPPY PLAYTIME WORK SO MUCH!!! Could you do a jack kevin and matthew where the reader was jacks younger sibling and came back to the factor years later in there teens and a little reunite with each other (I NEED THEM TO BE BROUGHT OUT OF THE FACTORY AND READER SAYING TO DOEY BEACUSE THEY ARE 3 KIDS "So does that mean I have 3 brothers now?" Or somtehing like that sorry for this being long lol)

THE POPPY PLAYTIME STREAK CONTINUES🙏🙏🙏 this is literally adorable, if y/n and Jack are happy then I’m happy as well.

The Doey consciences with Jacks younger sibling who reunites with him<3

Info:

I think Jack is around 8 or something, so for the sake of that let’s just say that he was born in 1985 and made into Doey in 1993.

You were 4 years younger than Jack so you were 4 when he “passed” away.

Now you’re 13 and the reason you’re at Playcare is because you turned into an orphan there when erm, Kevin(I think) killed both your and Jacks parents.

You weren’t brought down to the labs like the other orphans, instead you snuck away from the Prototypes sight and paired up with Poppy to save the other orphans.

Sorry if this makes no sense, y/n lore is weird.

Also this is me editing, half of Jacks stuff is based about a whole ton of things so sorry about that😭

Jack Ayers:

He adored you when he had a normal life.

He would always be excited to play games or toys with you even if the toys you chose weren’t to his liking.

You were actually at the Playtime visit when Jack fell into the vat of dough, but the memory was so vague you could barely remember it.

All you knew is that your older brother, who wasn’t even that old, had gotten into an accident at the Playtime facility.

Then your parents got a call, a call to come visit the factory and see their “son” again. It would lead to their demise.

“Yes. It’s mommy and daddy and y/n! you remember, don’t you?”

“Leave. Me. Alone.”

“Hey. Hey, you’ll be okay. I promise. Mommy’s only here to talk.”

“No, no I don’t WANT to talk. Get out!”

“Susan, I think we should leave…”

“Jackie, I’m staying right here. I’m not leaving you. Not ever again, do you hear me?”

“The gentle voices lie. I know what they do, they lie..and they poke..and they hurt!”

“Mommy won’t lie to you, mommy won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you-”

“Hey… hey open this door! Oh god, Susan! PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR LET Y/N AND I OUT! PLEASE-”

Unfortunately, both your mother and father died during that incident, that’s how you could recall everything. Their death was recorded on the VHS tape.

You were saved by a scientist who grabbed you out the last minute before Doey could do any harm to you.

After that you were brought down to the orphanage.

Fast forward into when you run into Pianosaurus and he tried to attack you.

And we all know what happened to him :(

But it’s okay because he wanted to kill you(I’m gaslighting myself rn)

Anyway! Matthew who was in charge at the time was shocked to see a child who was barely even a teenager.

So, he lead you to Safe Haven right away, he didn’t need a kid to be doing tasks for him and Poppy.

You went with him without resistance because even if you didn’t admit it, you were tired as hell.

You rested up in Safe Haven, unlike the player the toys were actually welcoming towards you. Some even recognized you as their past friend.

But there was a specific boy who recognized you more than anyone.

“I know them..I love them.”

“Huh..? Jack, you just met Y/n.”

“Y/n..y/n Ayers. Y/n Ayers right?!”

My boy was saying that out of excitement.

He let his emotions take him over and immediately went to go find you.

He was a bit overwhelming to say the least, Matthew had to calm him down.

Eventually he did calm down and Matthew and Kevin left him in control so he could speak with you as his brother.

He sat down on the ground while you laid in one of the Safe Haven beds. He grabbed your hand in his and played with your finger tips, curious.

You both talked for a bit, he apologized profusely for everything you’ve been through.

He told you about Matthew and Kevin, to which you asked if that meant that you have 3 brothers now. He pouted for a moment before nodding slightly, if it also went by his logic they were also his brothers. So it’d make sense that they’re your brothers as well.

Matthew Hallard:

Okay first off.

He’s pissed at Poppy for letting a CHILD do her dirty work for her, so he’ll definitely have a discussion with her about that later.

He’s more focused on not letting you out of Safe Haven for now, trying to make sure you’re as comfortable as you can be in a place like this.

Then he overheard something odd from Jack, talking to Kevin.

“We they were tinier, I’d let them ride my back like a horse..they really liked it.”

“Hm.”

“When who was younger Jack?”

“Me and Y/n! They’re my family!”

He immediately whipped his head towards him, calling a “I’m sorry?” at that.

It makes him remember when those people came by, saying Jack was their son. And a little child in their father’s arms, that was you. They killed your parents.

Either you didn’t mention it or completely forgot since it was long ago, either way he felt horrible. Even if it wasn’t directly his fault, he was part of the reason you were here. In this hell.

He made extra sure to treat you as gently and as kindly as he could, and make Kevin behave himself around you. He thought that it could bring flashbacks that you don’t want to remember.

Once you figured out about Jack being part of Doey, and talked with him a bit, Matthew asked you a few questions himself.

Nothing deep, just what your favorite animal was, or your favorite toy at Playtime was. Just a few icebreakers.

When you asked him if him and Kevin were basically your brothers now since they’re apart of Jack he gave you a wink and his signature smile.

(he thought you were too cute he could die)

“Of course!! Everyone here is family, especially us four.”

Kevin Barnes:

Like Matthew, Kevin was a bit pressed about Poppy having such a young person to fill out her list of commands, but he wasn’t too upset that he had to scream at her about it, he just thought she was stupid. Because, thinking logically, they were all kids. So what’s one more going to change?

He was wrong🫶

He was..more tolerant around you. Matthew tells him that you’ve been through enough already and that you needed to stay in Safe Haven and get rest, and he actually agreed with that himself.

Butttttttttttttt, he’s more thoughtful about he, Matthew and Jack, more than a teenager he just met.

That was until Jack said something about you.

“Kevin! Let me tell you something!”

“No-”

“I know Y/n!”

“Me too.”

“No, like before everything! They’re my family!”

“What.”

So that’s how Kevin started to pity you<3

He took the liberty of asking Matthew about you, information that he got from Jack..and that odd VHS tape.

Just because he finds you tolerable, that doesn’t mean he likes you(he loves you like you a sibling and he hates it)

So when you asked him if that since Jack is your brother, and that he’s stuck with him and Matthew that makes you and him siblings to.

His eyes watered a bit but shhhh(he needs a hug)

He still said you were a dumbo.

#Kevin’sLoveLanguage

I hate my life my writing was way too confusing to be this long😭

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□ NERDY ✧･ﾟ:

♤ pairing: Tutor! (& student) Wonwoo and fem student!reader [he's a masters student while reader is in end of third year studying for her bachelor's degree, so both are at the legal age] [established relationship au!]

♤synopsis: just studying and then ranting to your nerdy boyfriend which takes quite a sweet "sweet" turn.

♤ warning: this is a smut fic by the way. mentions of explicit letters, dumb sex jokes (?) , oral (fem receiving, reader gets shy easily), shirtless wonwoo (honestly this needs a warning) , lots of smooching in different places🫶.

♤ word count: 2148 (I went overboard-) ♤ MASTERLIST

♤ tag list: @hongmingoo , @shuabby1994 , @unlikelysublimekryptonite , @asyre , @soobunsbuns , @nishloves , @aaniag , @sikuthealien , @jespecially , @lizza2001 , @zierose-freak , @thepoopdokyeomtouched .

(Scratched out means you either changed your username or I couldn't find your blog)

A/N: This is my first ever smut I've written. I've been inactive asf due to a lotta things, college assignments, viva exams, studying and getting my shit together. Neither my mental health has been soo good. But anyways babyloves I'm back with this postt letting y'all know I'm alive~ love y'all. It is proofread but let me know if there's any mistake 🎀

Sitting on your messy bed with books and copies splayed around you, your eyes go through the words on the page of your book. Exams were around the corner, knocking on door like some unwanted alarm early in the morning. And to state it quite clearly, you were absolutely exhausted. Your boyfriend Wonwoo, who was also your tutor, was there to accompany you in your long study sessions. But in a way he was more like a study partner. He was studying for his masters degree while you were studying for your bachelors in third year. And you both were literature students. And at that very moment Wonwoo wasn't being helpful at all. He was dressed in casual wear, a simple black tee and grey sweatpants. Except his tee was gone a long while ago. He was now walking around in just grey sweatpants, absorbed in reading a book. You take glances every now. Your concentration gets disrupted while your mind gets a little too crowded with more inappropriate thoughts. And your reading material definitely made you question why you are even reading such scandalous things. You noted more points on your draft paper, almost done with the draft work. You let out an exhausted sigh and laid down on the bed as your back was giving out. Wonwoo was going back and forth walking in your room, looked up and asked with a soft smile laced on his lips “tired, love?”.

You stare at the ceiling, mouth slightly parted as a soft sigh leaves. You let yourself wrap in the softness of the bed. You were just, well, frustrated because of the exams and quite turned on by the sight of your studious boyfriend walking around, in your room, half naked. 

“Yeah Wonu I am…” you said you're a bit hoarse from staying quiet for too long.

“You seem quite exhausted. Something's on your mind?” he said as he sat beside you. You feel the mattress rise on the side of your head as he sits on the bed. 

“Yeah.. I'm just so exhausted but there's so much to cover… am I doing enough even?” you muttered, the self doubt reflecting very clearly through your words. 

“Take a break, you heard me. Take a break. Don't doubt yourself so much when you're this tired” 

“But..” 

“No buts,” 

“Any rants you got there while skimming through your reads?” he smirks knowing you must've had something on your mind, something itching your brains out. 

“My brain's blank. I want to sleep but I want to eat, there are just too many wars, too many criticisms and James Joyce was a freak in disguise!!” you exasperated. Wonwoo laughed out loud with you abruptly concluding something scandalous about the author. 

“Well, so was his wife Nora. I mean they were quite in love despite having this sort of letters written to each other and of course there were some problems in their relationship too��� Wonwoo stated. 

“Yes of course in love and all but that's not the point. The point is the lecherous lewd letters they exchanged. I felt like I walked into a couple fucking like there's no tomorrow!? Like excuse me, please chill!?” you exclaimed. 

“I know I know” he chuckled while agreeing with you. You sit up beside him. Close to him, your back resting on the headboard of the bed. Your eyes take a quick glance at his bare abdomen. You looked at him, your lips pressed in a thin line. 

“They were freaky. Good for them for having such a raunchy sex life. Anyways I'm hungry.” you stated impassively. He let out a chortle.

“Hungry for what exactly?” his voice rasps clearly through the stillness of the room. You gasp dramatically reading right through the innuendo. 

“How impolite of you to ask me about something this suggestive so crudely” you say in a dramatic tone with a coy look on your face. Your silly dramatic antics were nothing new to him. 

“Oh really but I was just asking what exactly do you want to eat you know?” Wonwoo had a sly look on his face. 

“Oh my. Really? I want coffee and one chocolate pastry. I ain't hungry for your cock, I'm hungry for some real food instead.” you say while your gaze traveled from his eyes to his lips. 

“Well, being brazen with your words as always, hmm? your eyes say otherwise, love” his voice was softer than before. 

“Oh do they? Can't help it when my boyfriend decides to just stay half naked around me, walking in my room, so absorbed in the book”

“Does that turn you on or something?” he teases. 

“Using knowledge for seducing works for me if that's what you're asking. I mean having such an intelligent boyfriend is quite interesting”

He knew how you found knowledgeable people attractive. And he was one of them. And he was your boyfriend for a long time indeed, so he knew exactly what you were talking about. 

“So am I getting a coffee and pastry break? Would you treat me??” you ask. 

“Well sweetheart I certainly would treat you but I want something in return too” his gaze averted down on your lips which were apparently also coated with lip balm. A transparent one which made them look more nourished and glossy. 

“Aren't you being quite obvious about what you want Wonu” you tease. Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned in closer, arms touching, your head turned to the left. The distance between lips several centimeters apart. You turn to face him. A soft breath leaves your lips. His arm slides around your waist pulling you closer on his lap. His bare chest presses against your clothed one as you staddle and settle on his lap. 

“So what if I'm being obvious? I still want to feel your lips on mine” his voice was raspy, words cutting through the tension in the air between. You breathe sharply at the close proximity. 

“You may” I mutter. He smirks and presses his lips on yours in a searing kiss. His pink lips moved in a rhythm against your lips. His tongue darted against your lips tasting the cherry flavor on his tongue. The soft passionate kiss soon turned into a heated one. As your cloth covered body stays flushed against his bare chest his hand slowly makes its way to cup your boob over your tee. His big hand fondles your boob while his thumb rubs over your clothed nipple. A gasp leaves your lips. He makes it an opportunity to deepen the kiss with his tongue. The eagerness to want more in that kiss was maddening enough as you moan into the kiss. He pins you on the bed. Your back laid on the soft sheets of the bed, your cheek flushed as he broke the kiss enough for you both to take a breath. You try to catch your breath.The desire of craving more was tangible as you feel his warm breathing fanning on your flushed cheek.

“Wonu.. want more please” you murmured against his lips. His hand finds their way to your waist grabbing on the right side as he presses sloppy kisses along your jaw. He moves downwards pressing more sloppy kisses on your neck. A trembling sigh leaves your lips. His nose catches the lingering faint smell of your shampoo and body lotion. A scent which was very much ‘you’,soft and homely. 

“Mind if we take a little longer break? You've been studying for a long time now and fuck..I want you now baby” he mutters against the skin of your neck. 

“Please..” 

“Please what, love” he smiled softly. The heat rises in your cheeks. 

“Can you touch me more..?” you murmur to his ear. He nibbles on the skin on your neck, just near the pulse while his hand slipped under your tee slowly pushing it up exposing more of your skin. He lifts you up a little to take off the t-shirt of your body leaving you in your bra. 

“God you're so beautiful” he says under his breath, his eyes admiring your half naked form. The blood rushed through your cheeks and ears as you looked away shyly. 

“Eyes on me, baby”

His fingers held you by the chin, turning  your gaze back to him. The desire in between was palpable. The distance again shortens in between as your chest touches his bare one. He pressed a few bites and sucked on your neck and chest to leave prominent little marks. You felt the heat coursing through your body as he slowly slid his fingers underneath your shorts. He pressed up himself more in between your legs making you feel his evident hardness against your core. His breathing became a bit ragged, getting desperate to remove the restrictions between and eager to get even closer to you. With ease he slid his hand underneath your back and unclasped the bra. He removed your bra and threw it aside on the bed. His face became a bit flushed as he saw your half bare body exposed to him. Just for him. He leans down pressing a few wet kisses before pressing an open mouth kiss on your left nipple. Your breathing quickens as his hand slowly pulls down your shorts. Your fingers ran through his hair as he flicked his tongue on your nipple. His fingers quickly pull down the elastic band of your shorts and then your panties. He discarded those on the other side of the bed leaving you completely bare in front of him.

“Fuck you take my breath away..” He mutters as his gaze trails over your naked form. 

He left a trail of wet kisses while moving lower and lower when he finally settled himself right between your thighs close to your wet core. His hands squeezed the flesh of your thighs. He still had his glasses on, locking eyes with you. Your breathing was uneven, face flushed and with him looking right into your eyes didn't help the situation or the position you both were in either. 

“Yahh! Open your glasses or they'll break!” 

“Oh no sweetheart they stay on when I eat you out the way they always do” He had that smug grin on his which you really wanted to slap away if that was possible. 

He dove right in licking right through your wet folds making you gasp. You feel his wet tongue flicking and swirling at the entrance of your cunt. You moan as he pressed up more with his nose bumping on your clit. He wraps his lips on your clit. He lightly sucks on it while his tongue swirls around it. You squirm under his touch, your breathing grew heavier. He smirks and then pushes his tongue in your slick entrance making your toes curl. 

“Wonuu~ fuck-” you moan as he continue his motions knowing how sensitive you're feeling right now eager to get a release. You grasp his soft hair with your fingers pushing his head just a little more, just so he pushes you closer to the edge. 

“Oh- fuck~” You mewl. He continues his movements over your clit and then your entrance giving equal attention to both to stimulate you further. Your moans and grasping his hair was definitely not helping him. His pants felt uncomfortably tight given the fact he was turned on. He grinds a little on the bed as he continues his actions with his tongue on your cunt. You kept moaning and gasping under him as you felt getting closer to the edge. 

“Wonu I'm close~” I mutter softly followed by a gasp leaving your lips. You felt him moan against your wetness which was enough to push you to come undone. And you do with your body shuddering as he grips your thighs digging his fingers onto the flesh. He continues his actions with his tongue cleaning you up which follows with him coming. He moans against your cunt. 

“Wonuu- did you-” You asked feeling a little puzzled. He lifts his face, his chin glazed with the slick from eating you out.

“Well yeah I did baby I did come, untouched, I just couldn't help it” He sits up, still positioned in between your thighs as he pulls you by your thighs.You yelp softly as he does that. 

“You taste so good, love”

He hovers on top of you as he presses his wet lips on yours. You feel him smirk against your lips and you taste yourself too. His hand slides around your waist. I pull back just a little to mumble against his lips “you're cocky as hell too Jeon Wonwoo” I grin. “You love it anyways baby, and I'll get your treats after some time too ‘kay?” he mutters against your lips. “mmm okay” you say and smile softly. 

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I had the best dream today. it started off taking my dog on a walk. The only thing was i was only wearing a baggy shirt, no panties. When me and my dog were walking I decided today would be the day. The day i finally would become his bitch. Guiding him through the path behind our house we walked until we made it close to the creek.

It’s a private property so no one would be around. It was the perfect spot. Carefully i crouched down right in front of him before pressing kisses into his forehead. Muttering sweet praises for coming out here. Gently i sat down right next to him. Taking my time to fully enjoy this moment. Slowly i spread my legs open to reveal my wet cunt peaking out from the baggy shirt i had worn. Smelling the sweetness in the air, he’d approach me cautiously. Obviously curious to this new scent. My breath had hitched when i realized he was inches away from my pussy. I could feel his hot warm breath against me. It turned me on so badly.

Gently i called him even closer before dipping my hand between my legs and collecting some of my juices. Holding it out so he’d get a taste for it. Carefully he accepted my fingers and licked it… before taking a second lick again. Taking it as a sign he loved it, i spread my legs even wider before calling him even closer and tapping my pussy. Showing him the source of the very thing he had just enjoyed. But instead he could enjoy this one as long as he wanted. He stuck his tongue out and just barely lapped at my cunt. The feeling of his rough tongue made me let out a little moan. Praising him for being such a good boy, before tapping myself again. This time he took it as a go ahead and stuck his full snout in me. Licking me so much i couldn’t help myself anymore. I let out a string of moans while lifting my hips a lil to push his tongue even further in me.

He must have been enjoying himself a lil too much because from view i got showed his beautiful red cock peaking from his underbelly. I didn’t plan for this to go that far, but i sure as hell wouldn’t be giving up the opportunity. I let him to continue to lick me until i finally mustered up the courage to close my legs a lil before crawling towards him, i teasingly raised my arms up before taking off my shirt. Revealing my perky boobs, out in the open for only him to see. Positioning myself to the side of him, i let my hand graze the side of his cock. Pressing down a lil on the sides before giving it a stroke. I took a look up back at him to only realize he was panting, he liked this. Bringing my hand back to his cock i gave it a few more strokes before i could feel how hot and wet he was. That was my chance.

I carefully backed up from him before presenting myself to him. Spreading my knees and placing my hands on the floor. All nice and laid out for him. Calling him over i turned my head before wiggling my ass a lil, and sticking it out even more. I could feel him approaching me and before i knew it he jumped on me. I gasped feeling his hot wet cock pressed up against my ass. He grinded himself against me before starting to thrust. Before he could enter my ass i brought my hand behind me and lined him up. He must have immediately sensed my wetness because before i knew it he thrusted in me so hard my arms gave out before me. Forcing my face into the grass as he pounded into me from above. I couldn’t hold back my moans anymore and started moaning like a slut. Not caring if anyone would hear anymore.

He pounded into me so fucking good. Using me like a little fleshlight. Only chasing his pleasure. I could feel him absolutely destroying my insides, every thrust felt like heaven. Feeling his hot sweaty balls slap against me made my pussy clamp down even harder. I didn’t want it to stop, but when i felt him slow down i knew what was to come. The pressure in my pussy built up so much as i felt him slowly thrust his forming knot into me, right up until the point i felt it jam right inside of me. Tears streamed down my face as i couldn’t stand the pain.

It felt like i was getting stretched out to the max. I was practically shaking from all the pleasure. He continued to thrust even more before i felt hot spurts of a liquid enter me. It was his cum. It felt so nice and gooey inside. Like it was meant to be there. It made everything worth it feeling this full with him in me. Feeling him push it even more inside of me made me lift my arms from beneath me and gently touch my clit. I wanted my pussy to milk every last bit of him. I wanted his cum in me. I needed to have his pups. He made me into a bitch and i’d do anything to serve him. To feel him again pressed up in me breeding me like i was just a hole.

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— ❝ THROUGH A TOUGH DEMEANOR – LAID A FLEET FRAGILITY ❞ ⋆˙⟡

८ sypnosis. afflicted with strife ─ embodiment of chaos and violence, would he, o great warrior, whom cast upon the massacre of murders relish in the comfort of another once more? (mydei x gn!reader) - wc: 0.6k

@ warnings; none ! fluff & however SOME mentions of blood & gruesome imagery, some insight upon Mydei's backstory, but not thoroughly delved ( ˶°ㅁ°)

── notes. so i found myself with a CRAZY hyperfixation over greek mythology, and i think it's kind of obvious in some stanzas of this fic LMAO. This is really short cause i got lazy but technically i just finished Song Of Achilles (AMAZINGGG book by the way, pls read it), and inspiration struck me (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

The gold embedded, roughed exterior of hand that teared through enemies, masses of blood trickling down the unforgiving palm of the Castrum Kremnos’s warrior – his home bathed in blood, as the red-headed male himself stood unrelenting in the battlefield, shrouded with the chaos and strife. 

Mydei was only known for such. Words among the living sang praises, others shouted castigates. Feared – apprehends, for this Chrysos heir bears only the trait to the calamity of life itself, discord and wrangling conflict brewed, and the crowned prince was testament of that.

His rough hands – if he could even call them that, they were more like metal-instilled.. claws. The enemy he tore down, the people, hometown that he couldn’t save, the spear that Mydei had wielded, the very tip pointing at his own father. A discordant cacophony of voices apprehended him, as far as immortal Mydei was, alas, he was still that of a human, though a traitor – a warrior who’s only destiny is to bathe the battlefield into rivers of blood, sparing no life around him. He was only made for that of brutality—

“I don’t think you’re that scary.” You hummed, allowing yourself to sink into his hold further. Wait, that’s wrong. That isn’t – that’s .. not right. Only then did Mydei pause, seeing the position he was in. You – you and your sickening sweet smile, sickening locks of hair – sickening face, all of which makes his heart involuntarily beat faster than he wished, lied on his chest, your back snuggled into the comfort of his grasp. 

Worse of all, he was holding you with the fragility of an infant, as if afraid he’d hurt you. But that’s not right, he’s a warrior – rinsed in bloodshed, not – some lovesick idiot holding the love of his life in the most gentle of embrace that made him fear that had he held you any tighter, you’d crumbled under the cleave of his palms. 

“You’re mistaken.” His hoarse voice replied, indifference sewn onto the tone of his words, he did not, however, release you. Instead, he only gently pulled you closer to him. He. . felt human, he felt whole.

“Mydeimos.” My-dei-mos, you sounded out his name like it belonged on your tongue, full - tender, not stricken with fear, neither with sweet talk or disdain, but adoring. Mydei felt a shiver run down his spine as you leaned your head back to stare at him, a smile on your face.

You reached your hands up to cup his cheek into yours – your palms were soft, miraculously blazen with a comfort that he has long reached for since he had been apart from his mother – a soft scent of apples whiffed from your palm, the same hand lotion he always saw you use. You pulled his face down, closer to yours.

“I’ll never regret loving you.” You smiled, but Mydei felt as if he had seen the sun itself kiss him tenderly. He leaned into your touch, the soles of your hand cupping his face, your body on his, and each skin that caressed one another felt – right, perfect. Mydei felt that if he were to let go of the fond embrace that you embellish him with, he would fall back into chaos. 

Mydei was made for war – the fastest, strongest, best of all – whereas everyone saw him as a killing machine, you saw him as a boy who grew up with too little to embrace, so you’ll settle with embracing him a slight more. 

And that was okay. For under that exterior, he was but your Mydeimos. Not the crowned prince of Castrum Kremnos, not the traitor that killed his father, not the core-flame bearer of Nikador, not the killing machine – but the boy whom you’d clasp to your heart for as long as he lets you.

You were his humanity, and he was yours. 

© 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or share my work on other platforms in any way, shape, or form without my permission. if found, you WILL be blocked.

NOTES:

- clear inspiration from song of achilles haha.. guys am i delusional to think that mydei could be a LITTLE bit based off of Achilles?? He was thrown into the river of souls - Achilles was dipped into the river styx (or, river of souls), they're both great warriors too HELLOO (ok but achilles is kind of a horrible person, pls don't be clouded by tsoa) - (name)'s hands has the smell of apples because apples represent love. In most cultures, the fruit depict that of desire, love, and abundance. In greek mythology specifically (where amphoreus is based on), the fruit serves as a symbol of courtship! - "My-dei-mos" is a reference to song of achilles, where achilles always sounds out patroclus's name, full, where everyone speaks patroclus's name quickly like something eager to take off their tongue, Achilles sounds it out, holds it. I wanted to convey that in this too because as great as a warrior Mydei is, i don't think he's that well loved, his name holds fear, but when someone speaks it like it's tendered and loved, it's so different DO YOU GET ME. - i don't love this and didn't proofread it that much but its ok i js wanted to clear it out of my docs LOL

❝ i will fall in love with you over and over again. ❞

[jayhyunglover]

Love and War

Pairing: Rafayel x fem reader Content : office AU , one bed trope , smut , oral (fem receiving) , teasing , fake dating-ish , kissing , banter (Raf is a menace /she's a freak) Synopsis : When you got assigned to a work trip with your superior Rafayel, that annoying brat who makes your life at work more difficult than Medical physics things go south or to be more precise he goes down (on you) .

Wk: 7.5k (it wasn't supposed to be that long I swear) A/N: this had been sitting in my drafts for a month and on this Saturday when I am supposed to be studying chemistry I am waving it for y'all.

Now playing : Love and War by Yellow Claw

People would thought working at Whitesand C.O was your dream come true . It could've been Yes,  you had a good paycheck , a good reputation and you loved your job more than anything . The only problem though came in the form a 6ft tall ang unfairly gorgeous purple haired man that seemed to have made his own personal job to make your life hell and the fact he was your superior made it impossible for you to cut off his tongue and throw it in the tank fish of the hall. 

“Late again” you heard his infuriatingly smooth voice say , the sound grating your ear as always. 

You sighed internally, knowing you'd have to deal with his nonsense  once more. Turning around you plastered your usual faux polite smile on your face . 

“The traffic was crazy as always” you let out through gritted teeth,  trying your best to bit back the edge of annoyance in your tone 

“Blaming the traffic as usual” he shook his  head in mock disappointment before making his way towards you from where he was leaning against the doorframe “you should try to get more creative with your excuses y'know” 

If only he knew how creative the scenario you made in your head at 3 am about how to make him shut up could get . From skinning him alive to harvesting his organs , the list was rather long. 

“I'll try” you murmured in a strained voice , cheeks aching from smiling too widely before contouring him  to make your way to your office 

“And by the way I didn't know mismatched shoes were the new trend” he added, turning his head to give you a playful look. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before looking down at your different colored shoes 

Oh no no no . 

You  sprinted towards your office booth so quickly you almost tripped and fell -that would probably the cherry on top of your already shitty day but hopefully for the remnants of luck you had you regained your balance before hitting the ground. 

Cute Rafayel though watching as you ran off like a frightened bunny. 

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“Rafayel again?” Lola your bestfriend peeked her head above the divider separating your office from hers . 

The heavy sigh you let out while leaning back in your chair was all the cue she needed to know.

Rafayel this , Rafayel that . This man would probably give you gray hair before you even reached thirty . 

“Maybe you should consider going out with him maybe it will ease your-” 

“Stop right here” you cut her off , feeling the bile rise up your throat just at the thought of going out with Rafayel. 

“What?” She shrugged “it's not like relationships with co-workers are not allowed and besides he's quite the looker” she continued in her delusional speech that has your right eye twitching madly . 

“You just need to get laid and I am sure he will be the perfect candidate to -ouch what was that for?” She winced , massaging her forehead where the pencil you threw hit her . 

“Just go back to work before I cut your tongue and feed it to Jerome” you shooed her off , knowing if you listened to her rambling about how you and Rafayel needed to get naked and explore each other's bodies for one more minute you'd have a stroke . 

“Jerome is vegetarian” she exclaimed with a confused frown not the least scared by your threat “but fine, I'll let it go for now” she raised her hands in surrender before going back to work while you opened your laptop to start working as well.

“But remember the best way to deal with Rivalry is to fuck it out” she yelled making you close your laptop abruptly,  eyes frantically darting around to make sure nobody heard her but judging by the way the other workers were shooting you weird glances they  heard her loud and clear. 

Those 2 would be the death of you. 

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You always loved time like this, time when the head of Finance , Zayne would treat all of your team to lunch and this day the choice happened to be an Italian restaurant known for its refined meals. 

You sat down  in a secluded corner that had an open view of the rest of the restaurant. You listened to the iddly chatter while sipping on your glass of water. While you waited for your food to arrive you watched as Lola flirted with Xavier who seemed to not have a clue about what the hell was going on. You giggled as you saw his cheeks turning bright pink at something Lola said but your happiness was short lived as you caught in the corner of your eyes a tuff of purple hair that was making his way towards you. 

For Astra's sake, no . 

You quickly picked up the menu to hide your face behind it but it only made the man's lips turn up into a grin 

“Trying to hide are we , cutie” he teased before snatching  away your precious shield . 

“Hide?” You scoffed before shooting him a glare “I was trying to avoid the plague but it seems he already found his way to me” you sighed heavily before leaning back in your chair . 

“So I am the plague now” he chuckled before sitting down on the chair beside yours 

“You're even worse than that” you grumbled out , shifting your focus to Lola and Xavier who seemed now about to make out with each other in a public restaurant. 

“Well at least I dont glue myself to someone like a leech” he retorted with a hint of disdain in his voice , his amethyst colored eyes now fixed on the future couple . 

“What do you think you're doing right now?” You asked in an outraged tone , eyes widening comically. 

“Me?’ He grinned , showing off his pearly white teeth with an hint of dimple on the side that made him appear almost charming 

Almost 

“I am just enjoying my favorite coworker's company” he added before ruffling your hair playfully

“Don't do that or I'll cut off your hand” you scowled,  taking his hand off your hair so he wouldn't mess it further. 

“I'd like to see you try , cutie” he taunted .The mischievous gleam in his purple eyes made  you want to slap fish cakes outta him but you decided for once to play along with him. 

You leaned closer until your breath was caressing the soft skin of his neck and you swear you heard his breath hitch 

“Don't tempt me fishboy” you murmured in his ear , the low dangerous tone of your voice sending a thrill through him and l

He'd  be damned if he said just feeling you that close didn't make his cock jump . Yet despite that he still had it in him to tease you further.  

“All bark ,no bite, cutie” he smirked , his purple eyes looking down at you through his thick eyelashes in a way that made heat rise up your cheeks. 

No focus that man is literally insulting you and if there was one thing about you. You were not a quitter that took insults lightly. 

Rafayel felt his heart rate pick up when  you leaned even closer so now your hot breath was tickling the sensitive skin of his neck 

Are you really going to do what he thinks you're going to do ? Now with all those people watching? 

He didn't know why but the prospect made his pants tighten , his thoughts running a mile per minute , vivid images of you and him flashed through his mind but it all shattered to dust when he felt a sharp bite on his neck. 

“What the heck” he let out a sharp hiss at the sting , his eyes darkening in anger as he looked down at your victorious face 

You - 1 Rafayel - 0. 

Before he could even fully grasp the fact you bit him like a wild animal, you quickly slipped out of your seat to cling to Zayne with the excuse of thanking him for the dinner while Rafayel stared dagger at you. 

You little- you bit him.  How could you ? But  even as anger bubbled just beneath his skin , he found himself strangely enamored by the fact you not-so kindly marked him and worse one part of him actually wanted -no yearned for you to do that again. 

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You spent the rest of the day avoiding Rafayel like the plague , afraid that if you stayed one second with him in a place alone he would jump on you and bite you back.  Such irrational thoughts you had but Rafayel was just as irrational and unexpected so you better stay in alert. 

As the minutes ticked by , Rafayel found himself growing restless. He probably looked like on the verge of pouncing everytime his eyes fell on you , laughing with your co-workers,  fussing over the broken coffee machine,  looking so unbothered and normal like what happened earlier was just a figment of his imagination and you hadn't bitten him like a damn zombie. 

Just thinking about the memory made his small wound sting, as if replaying  the scene over and over in his mind made the pain all the more vivid. 

After successfully avoiding Rafayel for the whole evening ,you were more than relieved to finally get home but it seemed that your uber wasn't on the same page. You've been waiting more than 15 minutes already but there were no signs of a vehicle. 

You were probably going to sleep in your office at this rate , you thought,  hands burying themselves in your coat's pockets. 

“What are you doing?”  . A startled squeak left your lips as you turned around to see Rafayel standing a few meters away from you. 

“Waiting for my uber” you replied showing him off your phone. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stepped closer to you to ask . “Where's Lola?” You were surprised he knew that you usually get home with your friend but you decided to pay it no mind . 

“On a date” you shrugged nonchalantly before checking your phone to see that your uber wouldn't be able to pick you up due to some technic problems.  

Damn it. 

Rafayel must have sensed your distress because he opened his mouth to say something you would have never expected to hear from him , not even for the next 800 years. 

“I can drop you off if you want to” the words were spoken with such nonchalance you thought you were hallucinating or he was probably pulling a prank on you because there was no other plausible explanation. 

Rafayel himself didn't know why he suggested  that . Was he still mad at you for biting him? Yes. But would he let your pretty face freeze in the cold ? No . Plus the streets were dangerous,  he couldn't let a lady get home alone at this hour . It was just common decency after all.  

Your mind mulled over his proposition for too many seconds long ,judging by the frown he had on his face but one part of you was scared at the idea he just wanted to get you in his car to skin you alive because you bit him. 

Maybe you should stop watching true crime documentary,  it will definitely help with your paranoia. 

“Are you coming or let your ass freeze here?” He asked once again, making you finally stop your musings . 

You shot him a glare before grumbling out a reluctant “yes” that made his eyebrows shoot up. 

He honestly expected you to put much of a fight but he couldn't deny the wave of delight that washed over him when you listened for once to what he said. 

The ride home was rather quiet , uncomfortably so and you couldn't stop your eyes from wandering to the scarf wrapped around his neck. A small part of you  felt bad for biting him like a wild animal but another part , the dominant one, was proud of your artwork.  

“Don't stare at it so intently,  it makes you look like you're thirsty for more” he  said with a scowl,  making your eyes dart away awkwardly,  your cheeks heating up at being caught red handed .

“I am not a damn vampire” you scoffed , looking away at the window to not meet his purple gaze 

“Oh yeah?” You heard him say with the usual teasing lilt of his voice “then why did you bite me?” 

“To make you shut up of course” you replied , tone more matter of factly than defensive.  

He let out a small chuckle,  his eyes straying from the road for a fraction of second to catch a glimpse of your pretty face . 

“There's plenty  ways to make me shut up that doesn't evolve biting y'know?” He wriggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner that has you biting back a laugh.  

“You're right” you shook your head with a small smile “next time I'll slap some sense into you instead” 

Rafayel didn't know why the thought of you slapping him,  even jokingly, sent a jolt of heat straight through his groin. His knuckles whitening with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. 

“Jokes on you, I'd probably like that” he flashed a wide grin that made you want to stay true to your words and slap him right here but you weren't ready to die in a car crash so you keep your hands firmly pinned to your sides. 

“Such a masochist you are” you shook your head in mock disappointment while his grin widened

“If you're the one inflicting the pain then yes you can call me a masochist all you want cutie” 

You didn't know if it was his words or the way he spoke them but you felt a small butterfly flutter in your stomach ,one you quickly shot down because fuck no , you were not gonna get butterfly for Rafayel out all people.  

“As if I'd waste my time making someone like you suffer” you retorted with an eye roll. 

“Oh trust me , making me suffer could be quite enjoyable darling” he continued with that same suggestive undertone 

“Just drive , you dumb fish” you rolled your eyes at him for the nth time of the night before refocusing your gaze outside. 

You heard him say something unintelligible under his breath as you continued to observe the streets lights through the window.  The silence was back again but less awkward and charged with tension . It felt almost natural in a way that didn't tick you off , which was a miracle because you were in a car with Rafayel out of all people. 

“Here you go , Cutie” he pulled in front of your apartment building and you felt a strange twinge of disappointment as you realized the drive was over. 

“Thanks for the ride” you muttered before getting out of the car. 

“No problem” he offered you a kind smile, one  that was so different from his usual taunting smirks it made your heart skip a beat. 

You heart skipped a beat . Oh no no no you needed to get your mental  health checked.

“Hmm , see you tomorrow” you hummed before quickly making your way towards your building,  not even sparing him a last glance. 

The next day , you avoided Rafayel much more than usual which clearly didn't sit well with him . 

He had you laughing last night in his car . What happened? He mused to himself as he watched you converse enthusiastically with your friend Lola. 

You were utterly delusional to think avoiding Rafayel would make those strange butterflies go away. It only made things all the way worse. Worse to the point you found yourself ogling him like a psychotic stalker when he wasn't looking. 

Damn Lola for pointing out how beautiful his hands were because now they were all you could stare at as he spoke about the campaign for the company's new product. 

A slight pinch on your ribs made you snap out of your thoughts -that were anything but holy. Your eyes finally detaching from Rafayel's hands to look at a confused Lola .

“What's wrong with you , girl?” She leaned down to whisper in your ear . 

“Nothing” you whispered back as you tried to focus on Rafayel's words and not how his hands would look wrapped around your throat.

Lola shot you a -yeah I totally believe you- look before refocusing on Rafayel as well. 

“And that's why Ms L/N will be the perfect fit for this trip” you almost missed his words with how intently you were staring at his face . 

You always wondered if he actually dyed his hair or if the color was natural since you never saw him with another hair color- wait WHAT ? Ms WHO? 

You blinked your vision back as you finally registered Rafayel's words , your head whipping to see Lola besides you barely able to hold in her laugh. 

“Me?” You pointed dumbfoundedly at yourself.

“Exact” he nodded with that same charming smirk that had your eyes widening in horror. 

Fuck no , you weren't going on a weekend trip with Rafayel out of all people.  You'd rather dance to Babyshark   in Whitesand's hall naked than going anywhere with that man. 

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You should really have danced naked in your office hall and risk your job for it all you thought as the charming old lady at the reception handed you your keys . 

Of course this fucker booked an honeymoon suite with only one bed . You have read enough romance novels to know what happens when 2 people with chemistry have to sleep in the same bed but luckily for you, you had not a single ounce of chemistry with that purple haired idiot. 

(P. S : she's delusional and failed chemistry at school)

“It's been a long time since we hace welcomed such a beautiful couple. Congratulations on your wedding by the way” the old lady at the reception cooed making your eyebrows furrow . 

“We are not a coup-” you started but your words got cut off by Rafayel's palm on your mouth. 

You shot him a dirty glare that had his grin widening while he tugged you away from the reception after thanking the now laughing old woman.  

Bastard 

As soon you were out of sight you bit hard enough on his palm to make him wrench it out of your mouth 

“Ouch- what's up with you and biting me?” He scowled,  shaking his hand to make the pain go away 

“Thought you liked it when I made you suffer” you retorted before crossing your arms over your chest 

“That doesn't automatically grant you the permission to bite me every time you feel like it” he sighed before crossing his arms as well to shake his head. 

“Whatever” you waved him off before starting to make your way towards your assigned room but what you saw in the corridor made you stop abruptly on your tracks , a frisson of horror running down your spine. Rafayel that was following closely behind you stopped as well , his  amethyst eyes searching for yours that was seared on the nauseating view in front of you. 

“What's wrong?” He asked , his eyes shifting to where you were looking only to see 2 people glued to each other and looking like they were about to film the intro of a bad porn film. 

Even as his words registered in your mind you couldn't take your eyes off the man standing less than 8 feet from you . 

This trip couldn't be worse , you thought as you eyed your scumbag of ex with disdain . 

His eyes shifted to your form for a second and you panicked,  your hands grasping the collar of a dumbfounded Rafayel to press your lips against his . 

Rafayel's eyes widened comically when he felt your soft lips against his , his mind short circuiting at the delightful sensation. 

Your eyes closed themselves as you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer . Your lips pressed fervently against his as you felt his arms wrapping around your waist to draw you even closer. 

His mind was like scrambled eggs , the only thing registering in it was that you were kissing him , HOLY SHIT you were kissing and it felt like heaven , you felt like heaven with your chest pressed against his as you kissed him like it was your job and you wanted a damn raise. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat wrenched  you both out of your daze , your eyes snapping to the asshole you used to refer as your boyfriend and his new shiny toy. 

“Eric” you offered him a bright smile , voice slightly breathless from the kiss you just shared with Rafayel. 

he greeted you back before eyeing a flushed and panting Rafayel with a distasteful look. 

“Well this is quite unexpected” he chuckled softly, his eyes flickering between the 2 of you while his girlfriend clung to his arms like a leech. “I didn't think you'd bounce back so quickly, guess some people can't stand being alone for too long” he added making your eye twitch 

How dare he? 

You felt Rafayel tense besides you , his hand that was hovering above your lower back clutching at the material of your dress. 

“I could say the same for you” you bit back , your eyes darting to the smiling blonde at his arm. 

You saw Eric's smile crisp , your own widening at the way his jaw clenched in annoyance while Rafayel looked down at you with a hint of pride in his gaze. 

“but if you'll excuse me” you intertwined your fingers with Rafayel's to tug him away “me and my boyfriend_” you made sure to emphasize on the word boyfriend “_have things to do , it's been such a long trip after all” your smile was as sweet as a delightful poison as you watched Eric's eyes darken . 

“Yeah me and my girlfriend_” Rafayel started his hand tugging you closer until you were flush against him “_have plans” the way his voice lowered so dangerously as he uttered those words against your ear sent shivers down your spine ,the magnetic look in his eyes making your face heat up and a strange heat stir in your lower belly.

“Have a good evening” he added with a charming smile before you both walked away , leaving a very angered asshole and a dumbfounded blondie in the corridor

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“Boyfriend huh?” He smiled , his pink-blue irises shining with that knowing gleam you hated . 

“Don't start” you warned , making your way towards your bag to unpack it while he leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe

“I am not starting anything,  just appreciating my -ahem- new title” he replied with a small shrug.

You mentally facepalm yourself for your foolishness.  Why did you have to kiss Rafayel out of all people? Especially In front of your ex ? You even called him your boyfriend -GOD what were you even thinking? 

You ran a nervous hand in your hair before pulling out your laptop from your bag to sit down on the edge of the bed to turn it on. 

Maybe you could avoid talking about this mess you put yourself in by working , right? Yeah right ? 

“But you know kissing people unexpectedly and not giving an explanation is not something very mature to do” you heard him speak again , voice much serious this time as he made his way towards where you were sitting to take a seat beside you. 

“I panicked ok” you exclaimed before closing the laptop shut . Rafayel seemed taken aback by your outburst,  his eyes widening for a fraction of second before a shadow passed through them. 

“It's alright” he patted your back affectionately, his tone still surprisingly light  “Even if I didn't expect it i must say it was quite enjoyable,  you literally ate my face earlier” he continued to tease you while you slumped against the mattress with a groan ,Your hands covering your face that was flushed from embarrassment. 

“Don't be shy , girlfriend” he pried your hands off  your face to gaze down at your flushed cheeks. 

“Don't touch me” you huffed out , swatting his hands away  from your face but this fucker was strong ,unfairly so and soon he was atop of you, his knees resting either side of your pinned legs as you continued to try battling his hands away from your face. 

“Come on cutie won't you let your boyfriend see your pretty-” his words died down  in his throat when he felt a sharp burst of pain through his groin.

“Oh fuck” he let out with a pained grunt , his body sinking onto the mattress next to you as the Realization hit you like a ton of bricks. 

You kicked his family jewels 

“Oh shit , I am sorry” you quickly crouched down beside him, your eyes searching frantically for his face that was twisted in pain. 

“Sorry , sorry” you apologized over and over , your hands hovering tentatively above his legs. 

“You're really trying to kill me aren't you?” he let out through gritted teeth,  his hands still clutching his groin. 

“your fault for cornering me like that thought” you scoffed before patting his thigh softly. 

“Does it hurt a lot?” You asked in a much  gentle tone. The regretful look on your face made Rafayel's heart flutter uncontrollably or maybe it was just the pain making him delirious. 

“It's alright” he managed to say after a while , voice less strained. “But you stay away from my precious pearls” he added with a warning look that made you bit back a smile . 

“No promise” you retorted cheekily,  earning a half hearted glare from him. 

“I am serious , how is your boyfriend gonna function if you keep stomping on his family's je-” your hands quickly covered his mouth , your cheeks flushing crimson at his innuendos. 

You could feel his smirk widening beneath your palm before something wet and warm licked it making you wrench out your hand from his mouth with a scream of horror.  

“You-” you started but your words died in your throat at the sound of his laugh. It was a melodious sound that bounced against the walls and made the butterflies in your stomach flutters uncontrollably. 

Oh, your heart definitely won't survive this trip.

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After taking a shower , you installed yourself comfortably in bed to continue working . With your glasses perched on the bridge of your nose , you were utterly focused on the screen in front of you , that is until Rafayel got out the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. 

Why didn't he get dressed in the bathroom just like you did ? You thought eyeing his broad back glistening with waters droplets and his damp hair. 

Such a sight to behold . if only he wasn't such a pain in your ass. 

You continued to ogle him , laptop now forgotten as your eyes roamed shamelessly over his muscular back . It'd look so good with scratches on it. 

You mentally slapped yourself at those viscous thoughts.  This was Rafayel for fuck's sake. No need to fantasize about leaving scratches on his back. 

“I can feel you ogling me , cutie” his voice pulled you out of your internal battle with your horny self. Your eyes that were glued to him diverting to look at the ceiling.  

Whoa, the wooden ceiling looked very interesting tonight. 

Rafayel let out a soft chuckle before getting dressed in black sweats with a white Tshirt. 

“Not that I mind my girlfriend's admirative gaze of course” he added with a small wink before making his way towards you on the bed. 

“tsk this is not-”    you sighed , realizing he would never let go of this. “This was a mistake” you clarified, causing his face to drop. Why did he feel a small pinch in his heart at your words?  What did he expect? You despised him after all and the kiss probably didn't mean anything. Still he maintained his cheerful demeanor.  

“Hmm , what ? The kiss or making your ex believe I am your new boyfriend” he asked with an eyebrow raise. 

“not so loud” you quickly covered his mouth with your hand ,your gaze darting to the thin wall separating your room from your ex's. 

“So…” Rafayel started after prying your hand away from his mouth. “..you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?” He asked in a whisper , making you nod . 

“But you don't like me” he added , his eyes casting downwards in a disappointed manner that made your heart twinge. 

“You don't like me either” you countered before looking away from him, the lump in your throat growing tighter the more you looked at him. 

“Touché” he smiled but it didn't reach his eyes ,  didn't make them gleam like precious gems in sunlight. 

“So when are we starting?” his words hopefully diverted you from this strange tension simmering in the air . A tension you didn't want to acknowledge nor dissipate. 

“Tonight but..” your voice dropped to a warning tone , your body inching closer to his. “..this stay between us , understood?” 

Rafayel nodded , his lips pulled in a thin line as he tried to hold back his smile at how adorable you looked when you tried to be authoritative. 

“Don't worry cutie , your secret is safe with me” he placed his hand on his chest in a dramatic manner before feigning zipping his mouth shut. 

The sight pulled a small smile on your lips , your insides feeling strangely warm and fuzzy. 

Yup you're definitely not surviving this trip . 

The next day went pretty smoothly and you started to realize Rafayel might not just be a bratty pain in your ass , he could be dedicated,  helpful and charming. This prospect made the butterflies in your stomach go even wilder , now shooting them wasn't even helpful anymore because they kept multiplying. 

At the end of this exhausting day , when you both found yourselves getting back to your room, you stumbled upon the old lady of the reception.  

“Oh my favorite couple!” she beamed at you two , her smile showing off pearly white teeth. 

“Hello” you waved at her timidly while Rafayel offered her a small nod of greeting.  

“You 2 look exhausted” she exclaimed,  her gray eyes showing off an hint of concern.  

“Manie, leave the poor youngsters alone” a middle aged man came up from behind to wrap a hand around her shoulders. “We have a festival to host  remember” he added before leaving a kiss on her forehead 

“But darling I was just pointing out how tired they look” she retorted with a small frown that made the man chuckle.  

The adorable sight melted some buried part of you , their love making you feel a yearning you couldn't quite understand.  

“A festival?” You heard Rafayel ask , your eyes shifting back to him .

You almost forgot he was there.  

“The Rose's game” the old lady nodded “it's a little tradition to honor the couples here” she explained 

 “but everyone can participate of course” the man added making you and Rafayel exchange a look. 

“We'd love to count you between us” the old lady smiled warmly at you and you felt almost bad for what you were about to do .   

“We'd love to too but unfortunately we hav-” 

“You can count us in” you shot Rafayel a what-the-fuck-are-you-saying glare while he just offered you an enigmatic smile. 

“Oh!  see you tomorrow then” the woman exclaimed, her whole face lighting up in joy at Rafayel's words. 

You waited till the elders left to drag Rafayel in the nearest corner . 

“What. The. Fuck. Are . You . Talking . About?” You made sure to emphasize on every single words , your irritation simmering just beneath your skin. 

“Calm down,  cutie” he chuckled before patting your shoulders.  

“This festival is to honor couple which means the scum of earth you have for  ex will be present too” he continued to speak with that same mischievous gleam in his eyes that didn't bode well for your sanity or your malfunctioning heart. 

“So ? What's the point?” 

Rafayel let out a tired sigh before pinching the bridge of his nose , his head shaking side to side in a disbelieving manner. 

“So this is the perfect opportunity to show how serious our relationship is , dummy” he explained before flicking your forehead gently .

“Oww” you scowled , your hands flying to massage the sore spot . Your eyes narrowed at him while he just grinned at you. 

“you're oddly excited about this whole fake dating thing” you grumbled out . The words was meant more to yourself than anything but he heard them anyway. 

“I like to make sure my customers leave satisfied” he exclaimed proudly but the hint of softness in his pink-blue irises told a whole different story . 

“I am your customer now?” You let out in a small chuckle. 

“A very hard one to please I must add” he chuckled as well before ruffling your hair in a playful manner. 

“Even worse than Ms Harrison?”

Rafayel grimaced at the mention of the grim lady they had testing out their product today , the memory still tasting like sour lemon on his tongue. 

“Not too far off” he replied making you gasp dramatically.  

“How dare you!!” You exclaimed in mock outrage before smacking his shoulder.  But instead of whining or getting back at you for hitting him , he just laughed , the sound so warm and genuine it made your stomach flip upside down and your heart flutter uncontrollably.  

Shit this was bad. 

You must have been staring at him too intently because after a moment you heard him go quiet.  His otherworldly eyes locking onto yours as a faint strawberry pink blush spread on his pretty face. And for a moment you found yourself thinking about just pulling him closer to remind yourself how sweet his lips tasted 

“um-hum” he cleared his throat , the sound snapping you out of your reverie. “I know my face is pretty cutie but you look like you're imagining how to murder me in 101 ways” His voice was more strained than usual despite his attempt to sound light and unfazed. 

“I do not” you scowled 

You did not,  truly , you looked at him like he hung the moon and the stars , like a God worth of worships and it made his heart rate skyrocket. 

“Sure” he nudged your elbow in an playful attempt to dissolve the tension but it only caused goosebumps to erupt on your skin. 

Before you could dwell on those strangest things happening inside you , Rafayel guided you inside your shared room claiming that you both needed to recharge so you can put off a splendid performance at the festival tomorrow. 

Only you didn't think sleep would come soon with the sounds coming from the other side . 

“Oh yeah~” 

“Goddmanit” you cursed before covering your ears with your pillow but the sounds still filtered through.  

Never in your life you wanted to cut off Eric's limp dick more than now. 

You were certain  it wasn't even that good the girl was just being loud in purpose to piss you off. 

“Holy shit” another loud moan rippled in the air making you throw your pillow at the walls in frustration.  

“Someone seems restless” you heard Rafayel's light voice  from where he was sitting criss cross legged at the feet of the bed , a sketchbook in hands. 

“it's 2 am damn it , there's people who wants to sleep” you made sure to speak loud enough for those Rabbits in heat to hear you but the obscene noises redoubled in intensity, making your anger flare higher . 

Rafayel finally closed his sketchbook to give you his full attention,  his face looking peacefully serene while you were on the verge of barging in the room next door and demand  silence  .

“What about we give them a taste of their own medicine?” Rafayel's words had your jaw dropping lower than Titanic , your eyes probably bulging out of their sockets. 

“Wha- what do you mean by giving them a taste of their own medicine?” You cursed at the tremors in your voice , your body suddenly feeling hyper aware of Rafayel's presence as he plopped himself on the bed beside you. 

“you heard me cutie” he whispered,  his voice sounding a tad lower than usual , his eyes gleaming with an emotion you couldn't quite pinpoint 

Once again, you were at loss for words , your mind working overtime  to process his words  but then a loud moan from the other side snapped you out of your thoughts,  irritation now shadowing over your hesitation and shock . 

Rafayel's eyes widened when he felt you straddle him , your knees resting on either side of his legs as you settled on his thighs ,careful to not press against his crotch . 

“We better make it convincing fishie” your words barely reached his ears , his mind too busy processing how warm you felt against him., how well you fit against him., like you were made for this , for him . 

He cleared his throat loudly, Adam apple bobbing as he swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth , his fingers flexing against the sheets in a pitiful attempt to not grab at  your hips. 

Rafayel almost missed your next words with how entranced he was by the sight of you on top of him . If only you knew how many times he imagined -dreamed even- of you like this , you'd probably slap him like you threatened to so many times . 

“Come on now , fishie” you leaned down to whisper in his ear , your hot breath teasing his skin in a way that sent shivers down his spine.  “It was your idea after all” 

A groan almost slipped past his lips  at the teasing edge of your voice , his whole body tensing beneath yours as he fought to not let you see how much your proximity affected him . 

“I am just surprised you agreed so quickly” he chuckled, voice uncharacteristically hoarse, his fingers tracing a slow , tortuous path up your sides 

“Don't get the wrong idea , I just want to sleep” you narrowed your eyes at him but the way your breath hitched at his touch made your words sound Oh so unconvincing 

“Sleep of course” he nodded,  his lips stretched into a wide grin as his hands continued to glide over your covered skin , his touch so light and gentle you were starting to think this was all the product of your imagination and you weren't straddling Rafayel at this very moment. 

Your hips moved on their own, grinding involuntarily against his. The motion has him  biting back a whine, his head falling back against the pillow and the sight of him with his wild purple lock forming an halo around his head , his cheeks flushed the prettiest shade of pink you have ever seen , his sunset eyes fluttering closed , made you let out a loud moan hips now grinding more purposefully. 

And despite trying to convince himself that you were most likely acting to have your annoying ex to stop being so loud , the way your wetness was soaking through your shorts and staining his sweats was too obvious to ignore , neither was the unholy sight of you on top of him 

“Cutie” his voice was ragged , fucked out, his face flushing  a deeper pink ,His sunset eyes darkening to a deep blue like an ocean waiting to swallow you whole and shit with how heavy he felt resting between your legs you'd let him. 

Your hands rested either side of his head , your body leaning down until your breath was caressing his face,  your eyes roving over every inch of his gorgeous face . 

So pretty you thought.  

Rafayel's chest was heaving up and down , his hands still pinned firmly to your hips to stop himself from bucking into your warmth but Oh those your words you murmured so sweetly in his ear made him forget about all of his restrain “Let me hear you Raf” oh that nickname did it 

Before you could even process anything you were pinned between the mattress and the hard planes of Rafayel's body. His head was buried into the crook of your neck as he huffed harsh pants against your skin. 

The sounds your ex was making on the other side was the last thing on your mind as Rafayel's warmth enveloped you, his weight on you feeling like the embrace of a warm blanket on a cold winter night. 

Rafayel raised his head from where he was buried in the crook of your neck to gaze down at you .his eyes were wild with a mixture of lust and something more raw , more dangerous that made your heart and cunt flutter uncontrollably . 

“You're the one who's supposed to be loud, cutie” his hand that was on your hip slid up to cup your chin , his thumb sweeping over your bottom lip “after all..” he leaned in until you could feel his breath on your face , until you could count every single purple eyelashes framing those beautiful pink blues eyes . “..you're the one who couldn't sleep” he punctuated every single of his words with a slow grind  , the outline of his cock nudging just right against your clit ,the friction sendung tingles of pleasure throughout you , your hips lifting up to meet his motion .

“You're right” you breathed out , voice rough and hoarse before uttering a long drawn out moan of his name that had his whole body shaking between your thighs. His eyes fluttered closed as you continued to chant his name over and hel found himself imagining how much sweeter you'd sound if he was buried deep inside you instead of dry humping like 2 hormonal teenagers.  

“Louder” he commanded , his lips skimming past your cheeks to graze his teeth against your jaw. 

His demanding tone got you wetter, the lace of your panties clinging painfully to your sticky fold as his hard length continued to grind against you . 

“Rafayel” your voice was rising in pitch , your tone laced with frustration at the friction that wasn't enough to satisfy you, not nearly enough but he didn't trust himself to step out that line,  not now , not ever. 

“Rafayel” your scream was pained , desperate even as you clung to his shirt like it was a lifeline , your legs wrapping around his waist to draw him closer , to feel him deeper. His mouth continued to leave fleeting kisses against the tender skin of your neck , occasional grunts and moans of your name slipping past his lips as he continued to thrust against you , the dark spot on his sweatpants growing more prominent the more he humped you like a dog in heat. 

“Say it cutie” he panted against your mouth , his nose nuzzling yours as your fingers intertwined together . “Let me hear how good I make you feel” his  voice was so earnest , so sweet and alluring, the perfect mix of a plea and a demand it made your knees weaken .

“So good Raf” you moan , drawing out the sound if his nickname to drive him crazier and it works , so damn well it had him bringing your legs to wrap around his neck as his head disappeared between your thighs 

“Rafayel?” Your voice sounded surprised and pleading,  the sound feeling foreign to your own ears . 

“We promised your ex a taste of his own medicine, yeah?” the small kiss he planted at the edge of your shorts made your thighs tremble on either side of his head , the sight too much , too erotic  for your fuzzy brain . 

He shouldn't do this he knew and you shouldn't let him you knew that as well but Oh this searing heat in your lower half didn't understand it that way and neither did the hunger burning through Rafayel.  

“Say it” he whispered against the plush fat of your thighs before biting hard. “Say you want me to do this” his eyes flicked up to meet your owns and the crazed look in them made you forget about everything,  how you despised him or how you swore you'd rather drink chlorine than let Rafayel go down on you . All those were left in the past as your hips bucked mindlessly against his awaiting mouth , lips slurping your juices down so noisily you were sure everyone -especially your ex- could hear what you 2 were up to. 

“She's so messy  ,cutie” he murmured between lewd open mouthed kisses , his pink  lips now slick with your juices . He hadn't even bothered to take off your panties ,his tongue lapping the ruined piece of fabric like a thirsty dog , over and over like he was addicted. 

Maybe he was . 

Your hands found refuge in his purple locks , caressing and tugging as he ate you out like you were his last meals , not even ashamed of the lewd sounds from your drooling cunt and slurps or even your slutty moans you weren't exaggerating anymore . Not that you could with the way his tongue rolled defiantly against your sensitive bud teeth nipping at it every so often through the sheer fabric . 

“Yeah louder” he ordered before biting the soft skin of your inner thighs . The pain mixed wi pleasure had you sobbing , fat tears pricking at your eyelashes as you felt your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave , so abrupt and wild reality left you for a couple seconds but still the starved man between your legs didn't stop.  Eating you through your orgasn until your legs give out. 

Rafayel couldn't stop even if he wanted to , you tasted too good. Even with this insulting piece of fabric clinging to your folds , your juices tasted better than the finest delicacy . Sweet , sweet like a drug he was hopelessly addicted to. 

“No more” you pushed his head weakly in overstimulation making him finally detach his lips from your clit to leave small kisses on your thighs and this was when the reality hit you harder than your earlier orgasm. 

You came on Rafayel's face . No Rafayel ate you so thoroughly you soaked his face in your essence and looking down at the sight of him between your legs he never looked more contented. 

This was bad bad bad bad bad. 

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After giving you the best orga of your life Rafayel left for the bathroom when he realized you were avoiding his gaze and giving him the cold shoulder despite the fact you were screaming his name -in pure ecstasy- 5 minutes ago. 

You felt bad for acting like this truly but hell , you let your feelings -and cunt- get the better of you and got involved sexually  with Rafayel -who was not only the bane of your existence but your superior. Talk about disaster. But that wasn't even the worst part, you actually wanted -no needed to have him again,  to see his face twist in ecstasy as you return the favor,  to finally get his smartass mouth  to shut up. 

 the question was now will you really survive this trip without pouncing on each other ? 

After all according to Lola's words ,the best way to deal with Rivalry is to fuck it out right?

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Tag: @poisonf0rest @gazelover666 @yourlocalcatscammer @erensfeed

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Broken Glass(SamKerrXKristieMewisXTeenReader)

A/N: i know it isn't really Long but i was reminded that someone actually suggested it a while ago and i forgot about this request. I hope you like it. won't be the Last time that i write about them.

Warnings: mentions of trauma, Foster care, injury, blood, mental health, nightmares

Summary: you get scared.

It has been three years since you have been adopted by Sam and Kristie. And one year since you have started calling them Mom & momma. you were 15 now.

You woke up in the middle of the night. Breathing heavy. Tears streaming down your face. You had a terrible nightmare. So you wiped away the tears and walked into the livingroom. No one was there. Obviously not. Your adoptive moms both were asleep cause it was 2am. So you turned the TV on, Volume was very low.

You put on your favorite Disney movie Mulan. It always helped to calm you down.

Sam, your mom went to grab herself a Glass of water when she noticed you on the Couch.

"y/n, what's wrong sunshine?" She asked and sat down next to you.

You cuddled up to her and she wrapped her arms around you.

"i had one of my nightmares." You admitted. She sighed sadly.

"sunshine maybe it's time to see your therapist again? Cause not sleeping is unhealthy. Plus you are an athlete! You need your sleep. It's key." Sam, your Mom said softly.

"yeah maybe!" You answered, letting out a soft sigh. Still staying cuddled up to your Mom.

It wasn't long until your momma joined.

"Sweetheart, did you have nightmares again?" Your momma asked. You nodded your head softly.

"yeah it sucks." You admitted and looked at her. Joining the cuddle.

You ended up falling asleep like that on the Couch. So your Mom carried you to their bed and laid you down. You stayed asleep and they went back to sleep as well.

The next day you got thirsty and went to the kitchen. You could feel a Panic Attack coming up because you have read an old diary of yours. Actually wanting to work through your Trauma but the result was you being triggered. Your hands were shaking, you had trouble breathing and your vision was blurry. You had a Glass in your hand trying to fill it up with some tap water but ended up breaking the Glass in your hand. Not even realizing how badly you were bleeding but your momma heard the Glass breaking and quickly made her way into the kitchen.

"Sweetheart! It's okay! Breathe in and out slowly." She said and helped you sit down on the kitchen counter.

"Babe! First Aid Kit now!" Your momma yelled out. And your Mom quickly showed up with it to fix your hand up so you could get to the Hospital.

"oh my..."your Mom breathed out.

You didn't remember anything about this drive to the hospital. Not a single thing. What you remembered was the warmth of your momma's Body. The comfort she gave you while she held you.

"Okay, y/n you need stitches. Thankfully you didn't cut anything major so you won't have a numbness left in your hand." The doctor explained.

Your Momma held your good Hand and you squeezed it while your Mom rubbed your back gently. You looked away while the doctor fixed Up your hand. You needed 12 stitches for the whole mess.

"you are doing so well, Love! Such a tough Cookie you are!" Your momma told you.

"i agree with your momma! You are pretty badass!" Your Mom answered.

"thank you! Doesn't feel like it though!" You admitted. Sniffling softly. Trying to ignore the pain. You were relieved when your hand was fixed. You got pain meds and were allowed to go back home.

At home you talked to your moms about what was going on and why you had the panic attack. So they called your therapist and let her know that you would come and see her again for sessions twice a week. Which actually did make you feel better and the Panic attacks and nightmares became quite rare.

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That’s so True

A/N: this one’s sort of from a request in my inbox but coincidentally I came across a reel where this song was from the guy’s pov and it + the comments obviously got me inspired (IG: itschloeduvall—recommend!). It’s not my best but here’s a mash of your and Harry’s POVs based somewhat on Gracie’s TST <3

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The stuffy room buzzed with the attendees of both schools that bordered our borough. There’s laughter and music flowing through the rooms and a laid-back atmosphere.

When our uniforms were on the school rivalry was always thick but at these sorts of house parties everyone was friendly. Yet despite it all I’m not as laid back as I want to be.

I lean against the kitchen island, and listen to my friends banter. From where I stand I can see the beer pong played on the table to my right but also all the way down the hall rammed with bodies to the front door.

“Bet you didn’t notice why I wore blue shadow,” Zoe bats her eyelashes up at me. She was a year younger than me and just as into me as all the other girls I’ve been with. She knew exactly how to handle herself and how to be fun. But that’s what made girls like Zoe cool. They adored you until they didn’t, and I would have fun with them before that expiry came around.

“I noticed,” I press a kiss to the shell of her ear.

“Really?” She laughs and pulls away. “You didn’t say!”

“Not right now,” I look down at her. I remember the first time she approached me leaning against my car in the parking lot. It was just days after I ghosted my last fling and I didn’t think I was going to have a new one so soon but when life gives you lemons...

“Why?”

“I was going to save the admiring for later.”

“Oh?” She puts her hands on her hips but there’s a tipsy sparkle to her eye. “Harry I don’t need to just be admired in private!”

“I’m here with you tonight aren’t I?” I brush her cheek, kiss her neck. “This is me admiring you publicly.”

“Really?” She murmurs.

I kiss her long and lingering in response.

“Well I don’t mind—public or private.” Zoe says when we part. The look in her eyes undresses me right there.

I don’t know why I look up just then but my line of sight to the door shows me exactly who walked in.

YN’s cheeks are flushed from the cold and I nearly remember the feeling of my burning lips against them.

The memory comes flooding back in a rush—the night we sat in my car by the chilly beach. We’d been hooking up for a couple weeks by then. And she had been crying and trying not to, and for the first time in my life I’d wanted to take all the pain away from someone. And it terrified me.

It got too close; I hated how it made me feel. I hated how it lingered. I had no choice but to quit her cold turkey after that. I try to push all of that out of my mind when I feel Zoe's hand on my arm.

“Would you be mad if I wanted to leave early with you? I bummed some stuff off my friend we could hang out in your car…”

“We can leave early,” I promise her. She was hard to resist. “Let’s just act like we’re interested in being here first though.”

Zoe gives me a peck and leans into me, her cheek resting on my chest. My gaze drifts back to YN, just in time for her to look my way. I force my eyes to slide off of her, she didn’t mean anything special. She wasn’t any more special than the girl in my arms.

But I can’t deny the physical jolt that goes through me, how the blood roars in my ears in the split second we locked eyes.

Fuck that. I don’t care. She should know I don’t. I imagine her watching me with Zoe, knowing she and I would only ever be another discarded fling.

“Your heart’s racing,” Zoe comments, cheek still glued to my chest.

“Feeling restless. I’m grabbing a drink.” I leave her a lingering kiss before I head to the beer pong part of the kitchen. But a sensation creeps up my neck I can’t shake.

I end chatting with some of the guys watching a football match—knowing them from the team when I played last season.

Zoe eventually joins me after making eyes at me across the room from the kitchen where she was caught in conversation. And even though there’s a few inches of space beside me and Marty on the couch she wriggles her way in, most of her body draped over me.

I don’t mind it, she was miniature sized. I tell her that.

“I could fit you in my pocket,” I muse.

She presses her palms into my chest, her eyes dark with want. “If I’m in your trousers I don’t want to be in your pockets.”

She laughs into the next kiss.

She really didn’t hold back.

“Watch watch watch,” Marty shoves my knee, jostling both Zoe and I as he leans forward on the couch beside us. “He’s gonna make thaaat—aw bollocks!”

We all laugh at Marty’s favourite player messes up a perfectly set-up goal.

“Y’sure he’s not getting paid on the side?” I joke.

“You shut your mouth,” he barely spares a glance to me, his eyes glued to the telly. “He’s a genuinely good guy.”

I glance at Zoe and amusement colours her face. I’m about to tell her something about the game when I feel a prick on the back of my neck. I glance around and there she is as real as the last time I saw her, her presence burning into my skin.

Zoe mirrors me, glancing around but clearly YN didn’t draw her in like she did me.

I distract her, tuck her hair behind her ear. If YN was watching I want her to see it all. I undo the clip in Zoe’s hair and it falls around her face. And just like she usually does, she cranes her face towards mine and I kiss her. She’s soft and smells like vanilla and vodka. She was confident and sexy but I’m bottomed out with a hollow feeling.

I fill it by kissing her again, desperate to get rid of it. Or maybe I just needed to get more drunk.

But my eyes betray me, flicking up briefly to YN. Her poker face betrays her with the clench of her jaw. I could hear her voice in my head accusing me of using Zoe, of being a coward. My heart picks up speed but I push it all down and focus on Zoe’s touch.

Maybe I was just feeling guilty because I knew she was going through a tough time personally. But it wasn’t my responsibility. I was a good person for feeling bad. I didn’t actually care about her.

-Your POV-

I only know time is passing because the muffled beats of the songs start and end like clockwork. Otherwise, I stay sitting on the garage steps in the dark. I’ve stopped noticing the dusty oil smell that clings to the air—it's all blended into the dark.

The party was getting too much as soon as I stepped in but I forced myself to stay because of my friends. But then an hour ago I was forced to stand there and watch Harry and his new girl slobber all over each other. I bided my time until my friends stopped watching me like a dog waiting to bolt—not that I could blame them. Because I bolted as soon as they stopped watching.

I wish I could get over it. All of it. Everything felt so heavy all the time.

Grams was moving to be closer to her sister now that she lived alone ever since Grandpa……left.

I couldn’t blame her. Wouldn’t I do the same? I was so selfishly thinking in the short-term when we both knew I’d be out of this damn town in a few months. And, I already booked my ticket to visit her this summer. It was supposed to be fine, right?

But why couldn’t I just move on?

And Harry. Fucking Harry. Why the hell did he get to me? He was taunting me and I was letting him.

But only in the dark here, slightly tipsy, a small part of me admits the hurt. It hurt.

But why? He was just some guy I had a short thing with. I wanted to lose myself to a fun casual fling. He was the type of guy who just liked to have fun, nothing serious. I knew it going in.

But he saw me so vulnerable. And the thing that gets me is how much he actually seemed like he cared that night. How his eyes drank in everything I was feeling and in that it felt like I wasn’t alone.

He surprised me by being sweet—which my rational brain knows is just a honey trap for girls. But it felt so genuine, like he truly was being sweet for me. How could I get over something like that!

Move on. He obviously has.

I let my eyes flick over to my phone, just for a second. I’m tempted to look at the stories from the party, from everyone inside. The party that I’m separated from by a single door—FOMO.

That’s a new low.

I pull my gaze away and try to ignore the impulse.

He had noticed me when I walked in. Even though he looked away I know he saw me because I saw him.

I’d heard he moved on—it’s crazy that this time last week we were in his car together. I was ready to trickle off after that heavy night but not before having a talk with him. It’s not like I was expecting him to be waiting around for me but I also didn’t expect him to be so cruel showing off and being obnoxious right in front of me with this new chick.

"Nah, I got it!" A voice near the door says. My heart skips a beat for a second. The voice—his voice. But it fades as quickly as it came.

I'm about to let out a sigh when the door swings open and a flood of light spills into the garage. It's blinding at first.

“Where the—ahh!” I whip my head up, but of course, I don’t need to see him to know it’s him.

He stands there, wide-eyed, caught off guard for a split second. Then he recovers, straightens his shoulders.

"What the fuck, YN?"

I don’t even answer him. I just turn away, chin on my knees, staring back into the dark.

In my silence he goes down leaving the door open a sliver to let the light in so he can see. I hold my breath when he passes, knowing breathing him in would engulf me in the exact same way it used to.

Not that I was nostalgic for it but I didn't want my brain playing tricks on me when I was a sitting duck here.

I track him as he heads to a small pile in the corner of the confined garage and pulls out a few six-packs. He stacks a couple and comes back my way.

There’s just enough space on the stairs for him to sit beside me without crowding me, and I can feel him hovering. I can feel him deciding whether to stay or leave.

Damnit. The step creaks softly as he chooses to sit, the door still cracked open behind him, casting a slice of light across his face.

I breathe in, catching the familiar scent of him. It floods my senses, sharp and heady like it used to. Shit.

I hate that a part of me wants to tell him to screw whatever game he was playing with me and just meet me upstairs. Somewhere dark and tucked away. But my dignity and the reminder of an unanswered text makes me pretend he didn’t affect me.

I hear the shift of cans in his hands. "Are you sulking out here?"

His voice is casual. Like us. Casual. He’s playing this like we can just go back to being nobody-classmates with each other.

I glare in the dark. "What’s it to you?"

"Didn’t take you for the sulking type," he says, leaning back a little like he’s amused by me.

"Well, that’s reassuring."

"What is?"

"How you don’t know me."

Our eyes meet for a beat, and it feels too much like everything between us again. But then his eyes crinkle with a cocky amusement and it pisses me off. Like he knows how annoying he is right now and it’s entertainment.

He adjusts the beer in his hands, then tilts his head toward the door, like I’m the weird one for not being inside with the rest of the people at the party.

"Why are you out here when the party's in there?"

I don’t answer right away. I can feel my pulse thrumming too loudly in my neck. I feel awashed in shame, hot waves down my neck; he knew exactly why I might be out here when the party’s in there. Is he playing dumb to show me how much he never cared, how unimportant my story was? Or is he trying to get me vulnerable again?

"None of your business," I snap, turning away.

The silence lingers a moment, but then—"s’it because of me?"

I blink. Did he just ask me that? He can’t possibly be that bold. And yet, the question is spoken like a secret.

I feel a sharp rush of irritation flood my chest. How dare he pity me. "Because of you?" I ask. "Do you really think the small blip of time we spent together affected me enough to isolate myself out here just because you brought some new shiny toy to the party? Get over yourself, Harry. I’ve got bigger things going on in my life."

For a moment, his face falls, the amusement fading, but it’s gone in a flash. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but the shout of someone inside calls his name. "Hurry up, man!"

I glance at him, his face had hardened into the cocky fuckboy we all know him to be. A complete contrast to the face that watched me that night.

He never existed.

"The eyes don’t lie," he says, leaning in just a little, his usual cocky smirk crawling back into place. "I see the way you’ve been watching me all night, YN. Say what you want to say—"

"Why are you here?” I interrupt. My skin prickles, my pulse quickening. I had something to say but he was making me too angry to say it. My words were for a gentler Harry, not this fucker. “Is it just to bother me because you can leave.”

He pauses, just for a second, his eyes darkening, but then he shrugs and gets up to go. "Well, sorry you’re missing out."

"I’m not missing out," I turn to say, my voice hoarse. "I’m just taking a breather."

But even as I say it, the words feel like a lie.

I stare at him, standing in the doorway. He pauses, half-turning. The smirk’s still there, but it’s thinner, like he’s pushing something down.

"Sad, sad girl," he murmurs, shaking his head, as if he's disappointed in me.

I scramble to get up--to cuss him out, to launch myself at him, I really don't know what; his condescending cocky tone sets something off in me.

But he knows exactly what that would do to me. By the time l've untwisted myself the door is slamming shut behind him and I'm left in the dark.

I swear loudly, the sound echoing off the walls like a threat. My fists clench. "Fuck him," I mutter.

All that responds is the silence and it feels suffocating.

-Harry’s POV-

She’s won’t give me the satisfaction of following me up but I know it gets to her—the way she stiffened when I said she was "missing out." And I know I’m a dick but it’s because for a moment there I almost fucked it all up and asked if she was okay.

I pull a new beer out, pop the cap, and take a long drink.

Your ego’s bruised, you’re trying to be cruel to hurt her.

I drink more.

I liked having fun. It’s part of being young—before I get old and have to settle down and get serious like all the adults in my life. I want to meet all kinds of girls and just have fun. I want to live without looking back with regrets—so no strings attached and no consequences.

Then she had to come along. With that sharp wit and broody eyes. She just approached me at a party like this one one day and by the end of the night we were hooking up.

My parents had been away for the weekend so the only thing to do was invite everyone over. But what started out as inviting my group, their dates, and some other girls led to nearly the entire class in my home.

“Mum’s gonna kill you,” my sister had said before she left the house. “You better clean it all up before she gets back and I’m not helping.”

“Duh,” I say. But it’s overwhelming this many people in my house.

After a few beers the overwhelm shies down to a forgotten thought in the back of my mind. I’m the man of the hour because I was throwing the party. Usually I was just attending them. This was different. Good-different.

Some of the guys are playing video games and I settle with one of the controllers but my loss is so painful I have to leave to get another drink and stay a few feet from any of the controllers.

After fucking around in the den and flirting with a couple girls younger than me I can’t remember the names of, I go back to where the game is being played.

My spot’s been occupied by YN—I’ve been in school with her for years but we’d only spoken a handful of times. We ran in different circles and she didn’t always show up to parties. But tonight she has a controller in her hand and her face is scrunched in concentration. It’s cute.

YN was cute, she was really smart and everyone knew she was going to graduate and do things that made the rest of us say we knew her when…

But in that way she was out of my league. Girls like her never bothered to hook up. They were always studying or in committed relationships. Last I heard she was dating someone in the year above us but they broke up before he graduated.

So that’s why I’m taken aback when she comes in second place and cheers with first. She knocks back her drink in celebration and somehow her eyes find mine.

I raise my brows and lift my beer to her. She grins and her face lights up—she’s really cute. I laugh and she mocks a bow while sitting. I shake my head at her before her attention’s stolen by first place asking her to play again.

My heart is pounding and I can’t stop looking her way. She agrees to playing again and even though I miss the round when I have to find more drinks, by the time I come back she’s just leaning into the couch, arms crossed and drink resting against her. She watches the screen but she glances when I walk back in.

She looks away. Then she looks back.

There’s a challenge in her eyes but I don’t know what she playing at. Girls like her simply didn’t hook up with guys like me so I didn’t want to read the signs wrong. She was probably being friendly and she was drunk.

But the stars must have been misaligned because after making eyes she stands confidently and walks over to me.

Her shoulders are bare in a sweater that wraps around them and when she comes closer it’s in a wave of a sharp clean scent. Her skin looks tantalizing like she’s put something glittery on it and I have to force myself to keep my eyes on her face and listen close above the music and my heart beating in my ears.

“You’re not jealous are you?” She asks.

“Of what?”

“Well I saw you playing earlier and it was…” she bites her lip.

“What?” I shake my head seriously. “You didn’t see that absolute loss happening from me.”

“I didn’t?” She raises her brow. “So that wasn’t you?”

“No! No it wasn’t. I uh, have a twin. Total loser. Didn’t you know?”

“A twin?” She asks with humour in her eyes. And I can’t believe her as she moves closer to me. The magnetism emanates from this new confidence she talks to me with. “What’s his name?”

“Why? Are you interested?” I ask.

“Well,” she blinks. “Clearly he needs some tips from a pro. I thought you could introduce me and I can show him how to win.”

Now she’s inches from me. I’ve done this dance a million times and yet I feel like I’m in unchartered territory. I always had the upper hand but she was catching me off guard. I had to flip this.

“Show him how to win?” I ask. I decide to make the first move, touch her. I take the hair that’s spilled over her shoulder and brush it back. Her eyes flicker down to my lips. “Why would a pretty girl like you waste your time doing that?”

“I’m more than a pretty girl.”

“Yeah I know. You’re smart as shit and a total killer over there.”

“Mhm,” she says. The sound shoots straight into my chest. “So? You won’t even introduce us? Tell me his name?”

“My brother…isn’t really your type.”

My hand slides down her back to her waist. Her hand comes up to my chest, up to my shoulders. I want to kiss her. Bad. Know what she felt like.

“You sound jealous. Won’t even give me his info.”

“Uh well,” do I kiss her—does she know I’m not into serious dating. “He’s…Gary….Styles.”

We lock eyes and then spring apart as laughter spills between us.

“Oh my god,” I choke. “I can’t believe that just-“

“Gary?!” She cries. “Was that-was that the best you could…”

She’s laughing too hard to finish, crouching down to contain herself.

“I was trying to think of a rhyming name!”

“Sure!” She tries to breath through her laugh. “Name him the most unsexiest thing ever!”

I laugh again. “I told you he wasn’t your type!”

That sets her off again and there’s a warm pride filling my chest at making her laugh this hard. Most people found me funny but seeing smart and pretty YN crouching down on my living room floor from laughing so hard, standing and brushing the tears out of her eyes—I could float on this feeling for a while.

“Fine.” She’s still smiling and I’m grinning just being around her. YN was cool—who knew. “Forget Gary.”

I slap my hand over my face and she laughs as she says it.

“C’mon,” she peels my hand off and instead of letting go she places it back on her waist. “You’ll do if he’s not around.”

“I-I’ll do?” I’m once again caught off guard. And if my ego wasn’t so inflated by her attention and laughter I would be fighting for dominance but she takes the lead once more. Like she was cool and confident and she knows what she’s doing.

“Yeah? Have you never hooked up Harry? I thought that’s what you did? Or was that your brother all along?”

“No!” I tug her waist. “That’s definitely me. Gary has no game.”

“Naturally,” she nods. “This is your place right? I’m guessing you have a room?”

She’s bold. Direct about what she wants from me. It’s different.

“I have to sleep in the room under the stairs. Gary has a bedroom upstairs though.”

“So all Harry’s sleep under the stairs then?” She grins. I laugh. She was cool. And funny. And cute, and flirty, and I wanted to kiss her.

“Most of them.” I look at her lips, they’ve got that glossy stuff on them and I imagine they taste like strawberries.

She quiets and leans in and when our eyes meet again I know she's thinking about kissing me too. We’re caught in limbo and when she tips forward it’s all the confirmation I need.

I grab the back of her head and bring our mouths together. She didn’t taste like strawberries. It was minty instead and the coolness prickles my lips as she trails her fingers up my neck.

My hands slide to her waist as we kiss and she moans when I slide my tongue into her mouth. She was so soft, and real. Her hands were on my chest, sliding over the fabric of my shirt. Holy fuck I was kissing YN. The feel of her lips was like a drug and I needed to get my fix.

I wanted to get closer. Know what her skin felt like under my palm. The idea made my heart beat faster. My hands travel there before I could think, my thumbs rubbing circles into her lower back.

“Maybe,” she breaks the kiss. Her eyes as dark as mine and her chest heaves against me. “Not here? We can find that bedroom.”

“Just what I was gonna say,” I can’t take my eyes off her. I don’t care how many people were here I wanted my lips back on her.

“So!?” She tugs me out of my daze and I apologize.

With a hand on the small of her back I guide her upstairs to my bedroom. Nobody’s here just like I told them not to be and by the time I close the door her gaze is flitting around my room.

“You like music?” She asks, pointing to the guitar and CDs in the corner of my room.

“I live and breathe it. Sorry for-“ I point to my clothes laying on my chair and the bed. I toss the ones on the bed onto the chair. I didn’t think I was hooking up with anyone like this tonight, too occupied with cleaning up later.

“You should see mine,” she shakes her head.

“Really? You seem like your room would be perfect.”

“Perfect?” Something flits across her face. “No. Definitely not. ”These days my room looks like a storm’s swept through.”

I walk back to her and brush her hair back again. Here, away from everyone else, she’s a little less bold. She’s softer. That overwhelming need to kiss her is still there but it’s enveloped by a need to hold her too. To savour her.

“My mum always says your room’s a reflection of your mind.” I say. “She’s always disappointed in mine.”

She lets out a short laugh. “Ha! That must be true.”

The look on her face again. I want to ask but I sense she doesn’t want to be asked. She looks behind us to my music instead.

“Yours must have a lot of music in it.”

“Yeah. Every moment.” I go with the change in subject. It wasn’t my business.

“Even this one?”

“Mhm,” I hum. I pull her in from her waist and press a kiss to her throat. I whisper against her skin, “Even this ones.”

Her body shudders and her voice is barely audible when she asks, “And what’s playing?”

I smile against her.

"You.” I tell her. “Your breath, your laugh, your heartbeat. It's a tune unique to you. Your song.”

“You’re good,” she laughs quietly before tilting her head towards me and our lips find each other again. This time we're alone and I don't feel bad for exploring. She was the most beautiful and surprising person I'd met and I didn’t want her to slip through my fingers.

She makes quick work of her sweater, pulling it over her head. It takes my breath away.

"Y’okay?" she asks.

I don’t know what to tell her with all the feelings rushing through me pumping with every racing heartbeat. So I go with, "You're beautiful."

Her face softens, I want her even more.

Her hands cup my face and I lean into her touch as she kisses me again. I let her have control for a bit, but her control is measured and soft and exploring. It feels careful.

She begins to take my shirt off and I do the rest, tossing it to the side. I nudge her gently towards the bed and she scoots up, taking down her hair. I never in a million years thought I would have her in my bed. That I would get to see this side of her. I feel lucky in a way. Luckier than anyone downstairs.

"So goddamn perfect," I say again. I climb onto the bed and kiss her lips. I work my way to her neck. It's the best thing I've had in a while. I reach her shoulder and suck at the skin there, the sound that escapes her lips is intoxicating. I want to hear it again.

I reach her collarbone, trailing wet kisses; she’s so much more perfect than I'd imagined. As we move and explore each other, she feels amazing but I pause when she slows down.

"What?" she asks.

"Are you…it’s just...you’re…" her eyes flash and I can tell she’s embarrassed that I’m pointing it out.

"I'm sorry," she blinks a bunch. “It’s sorta been a while?”

“That’s okay. That’s alright. We can take it slow.”

She nods and doesn’t speak.

“Is this okay? What do you want?"

"I want you." She's staring up at me and I see the want clear as day. “Not slow.”

The words go straight to my core."Then you have me."

Her hand trails down as I kiss her and it’s tentative as it reaches lower and lower. Warmth cascades down my body and I feel like I’m in a dream.

“You’re amazing YN,” I tell her. “You feel amazing.”

I tilt her head back for the taste of her, bite the skin of her shoulder. Her sounds alone drive me crazy. But I’m priming her, making sure she’d ready. When she buckles her hips into mine I tug at the elastic of her panties.

"Is this okay?"

She nods.

"Say it."

"Yes," she breathes. “God, you’re bossy. S’okay.”

I pull the dainty fabric off with a smile and throw them to the floor. She nods when I look at her, her eyes are hooded and dark . “Protection?"

"I have some." I lean over and dig through my nightstand. When I sit back she’s quiet but I’m focused with the task at hand so she catches my by surprise with her question.

“H-how many girls do you hook up with?"

I look up at her and she's watching me with those dark broody eyes. They're so wide and so deep and I’m drowning.

"Some."

"That's…not an answer."

"It is. You’re not getting posessive are you? We’re still haven’t finished getting to know each other.”

She flushes furiously.

"So a lot then," she continues.

I laugh. "Do you usually do this? Is this some sort of foreplay?"

"I-i just-I want to be sure you’re-“

“I’m clean.” I promise her when I realize why she’s asking. Idiot Harry. “Plus we’re using protection.”

“Okay.” She nods. “Okay. Good. Now come back here.”

She gasps when I sink into her and I can't help the curse that escapes.

She responds with her own impatient expletives. There’s a desperation in her voice that sets me off as her nails dig into me, like she wanted to lose herself here.

She’s present as we flow in my bed but I know when I’ve lost her, as her grip loosens and her eyelids flutter shut.

We collapse onto the bed, chests rising and falling as we finished one after the other. Her hair is splayed out on my pillow, her head resting on my arm and she looks angelic. I kiss her neck slowly, peppering kisses onto her shoulder, stroking her back. Slowly bringing her back. Gently.

"Harry,” she says my name. Breathes it. It makes my stomach drop. Something about her was stirring something within me and it was exhilarating but scary. I splay my hand on her abdomen and bend to kiss her, she’s more pliable than before, clearly spent.

"Stay here," I whisper. It’s the wrong thing to say but I don’t care about the party anymore. I just want to stay here and continue exploring this perfect woman here. Before she goes back to being the YN I knew from school. The one who I previously thought would never crawl into my bed willingly.

She blinks. "But the party-“

“Party’s fine without us for a bit.”

She smiles. "Okay. Fine."

I hold her against my chest and we stay like that. Neither of us speaking. Yet I can tell there's something on her mind. Has been most of the time we were together.

I almost ask if she wants to talk but remember she wasn’t my girlfriend, my anything. She was here to hook up not spill her feelings. I didn’t do feelings—I wasn’t anyone’s boyfriend for a reason.

Her fingers trace shapes into my chest and it feels nice. The softness is new so is the cuddling—if I stayed in bed like this with a girl it was usually to gear up for round two. But this is different, we’re simply just catching our breath and existing in this space together.

"I think I should go," she whispers, sitting up after a while.

"What?"

"Your party, won’t they notice you’re missing."

"And?”

“You should get back. Can I use your bathroom?"

"Yeah," I sit up, I didn’t think I could convince her to stay. “Through there."

She nods and walks away with a few of her items. When the door closes, I can hear her sniffling. I want to go in but it would feel like an invasion of her privacy and our boundaries. I lay back and wait.

When she comes out, her hair is brushed and her makeup is fixed. She looks like she did when she came into the party. Except she’s only got a bra on.

“You missed a spot.” I tease. She blushes, self-conscious and so different to before.

“I did,” she plays it off. “D’you see my top?”

I spot it on the floor beside me and pick it up. She waits for me to get to her and reaches for it but I hold it tight.

“Are you holding my sweater hostage now?” She asks.

“No,” I don’t know what comes over me but I scrunch it and hold it over her head. She blushes again as I pull it over which isn’t very hard with how wide the neckhole is. It drapes back down below her shoulders. I usually undressed girls, I think this was the first time I helped one get dressed.

“You’re sweeter than you look.” She says once her arms are through.

“This is just so I can undress you again,” I tease.

I kiss her sweet and slow and it takes her by surprise. She leans back a bit but then meets me again, melting into me.

“We should get you a drink.” I tell her. She needed to relax more. She was suddenly tense after what we did.

“Ok. Yeah. A drink sounds nice.”

And so I spent the rest of the night with her, and she stayed tucked beside me with a quiet strength and a whisper of a smile the whole time.

Now she’s wriggled through every fucking belief I had and got too deep into my head. I can’t stop thinking about her. About the last time we were together. About how different she was. How the girl I saw in school and the girl she was in the dark with me were like night and day.

I want her and I hate that I do.

“Where’d you go?” Zoe asks, her voice tugging me back into the moment. Her fingers brush against my arm as I zone out.

“Huh?”

“The garage isn’t that big,” she says, eyebrows raised, clearly confused by my distance.

I offer a quick grin, leaning in a little too close. “No, but you know what is?”

It’s enough to get her laughing, pulling me closer. It works—just like it always does. But even as her hands trail down my chest, I’m somewhere else.

Zoe pulls me back into the present, tugging me to the dining room packed with friends now that beer pong is over. She sits on my lap, head resting on my shoulder as one of my friends tells some story about a haunted house down the street and we’ve all drunk enough to listen aptly.

Even in the middle of this, I find my eyes drifting across the room. YN, back from her garage break. She’s talking to somebody, a friend. Her friend touches her shoulder, tucks her hair behind her ear. I remember doing that too.

My stomach sinks as I remember the way her hair felt in my hands, how I could pull it into a knot, bury my face in the warmth of her neck. Her scent was sharp and clean, like fresh laundry and something else—an addictive kind of feminine softness that I couldn’t put into words but got into my bones.

Her gaze shifts, and I catch her eyes. It’s like a punch to the chest. I can’t look away. Not now, not when I see the flicker of something in her expression—something that was there that last night together in the car.

I found out later her grandfather passed a few weeks before. He had been sick for a while and she’d practically been raised by her grandparents so she’d been so broken after it; I told myself I wasn’t going to get too involved, that it wasn’t my job to fix her, but of course I couldn’t help it. Not when her eyes grew teary and doe-like. That night I did things I swore I never would. I comforted her feelings and held her, I let my guard down.

But then I ran once I realized I was in too deep, once I felt her pulling away. I left her alone with her grief.

I feel self-loathing creeping in, sharp and insistent. What the hell am I doing? I can’t shake this feeling, this pull toward YN, it’s not supposed to be this way.

It’s her fault. I keep telling myself that, over and over, like a mantra. If she really wanted something with me, she wouldn’t have stopped replying to my texts the day after.

And when I was down there in the garage with her, it was just us. There was no one else. It was a test—she could’ve been honest. But she wasn’t. She chose to shut me out. So now I have to be cruel. I have to push aside all this stupid, complicated shit in my head and make sure she knows I’m not going to chase her down.

I shove the thoughts of YN aside, convincing myself it’s not a big deal and tighten my arm around Zoe. I tune back into the story being swapped,the groups laugh about all the pranks and fights the schools have gotten into.

They pull me in, accusing me of skipping out on the last prank.

I laugh. "Nah, mate, you should’ve seriously seen it! Last time I went down there, I almost got my ass kicked!"

"Don’t tell me you were actually scared Styles?" one of the guys pipes in.

"Scared? Nah. I call it being smart," I say, but the words come out louder, more exaggerated than I mean. I can feel YN’s eyes on me from across the room. I want her to see me having fun, see me living my life like I don’t give a shit. I want her to think this could have been her.

A small part of me knows I’m being shitty but the drunk part of me shuts it up.

I take another swig, making a point of not looking over at her, even though I can feel the weight of her gaze on the back of my neck. But my eyes betray me when she walks out of the room altogether.

-Your POV-

We make eyes from across the room. The look is so intense, it feels like he’s reaching across the space between us, pulling me in like gravity.

Why the fuck are you still looking at him, I think.

I turn back to my best friend, trying to focus on anything other than him.

“…you should spend as much time as you can with her before she moves,” she continues what she was saying. “Be mad later.”

"I’m trying to be mad later," I insist. “I’m trying to savor the time now, but…” I let out a frustrated sigh. "When I’m not there—like tonight, I’m thinking about how I’m not with her. And when I’m with her, I’m just mad and want to get away.”

“That’s so fucking complicated,” she says, staring at me like she can’t quite make sense of my mess either.

I want to explain, really I do, but it’s too much. And right now all I can hear is Harry’s laugh cutting through the noise of the room. It feels like nails on a chalkboard. But then, a beat later, I can’t stop myself from looking.

And there he is, tugging at some girl with that stupid cocky grin of his. Josie or Zoey or something, I don’t even know her name, pretty sure she was younger than us, but she was in poster club with me and even though we didn’t really talk she was cool. Part of me feels bad for her, wants to warn her.

But I wasn’t over it enough, I wasn’t that evolved as hard as I wished I was. And it didn’t matter, because it’s not about her. It’s about me. The way his hands are so familiar as they slip through her hair, and my stomach turns at the memory of how we did that once or twice.

I don’t even know what I want from him at this point.

“He’s such a dick,” my friend says, clearly reading me like a book. “He’s obviously doing that to make you jealous.”

“No, he’s not," I snap, but my voice cracks just slightly. "He doesn’t care. He’s just a player."

“Then why else would he be so damn obnoxious?” she presses, but I don’t have an answer.

At first I was hurt and confused when he straight up ghosted me when I tried to communicate with him after. Then it made me angry. And now seeing him with her—I knew who he was as a player, I didn’t expect anything different. But that night he was so different. And the callous way he’s being tonight makes my heart chip a little.

“He’s just like that,” I reply stiffly. “That’s Harry. I don’t know what I saw in that.”

She shrugs. “He was just some fun for you. You deserved to have some fun after everything at home—sorry.”

“It’s true,” I murmur, rubbing my thumb along the rim of my cup.

She didn’t have to apologize. I had been looking for a distraction, looking for something to take me away from the heaviness at home. Grandpa’s sickness. The waiting. The slow, aching loss of him. The aftermath.

“Anyway,” she continues, shaking her head at Harry’s antics across the room, “he’s usually loud, but not like this. He’s putting on a show. Dickhead. It’s his loss for ghosting you.”

I nod, but it feels hollow. Because, in a way, I ghosted him first. After that night, when he was too kind and I didn’t know how to handle it, I shut down. I avoided him the next day. But when I wanted to talk he avoided me right back. I thought he just wanted space but a few days later I see him flirting with her. He’d just ignored me and moved on.

“Guys like him end up fat or bald by the time they’re thirty,” she jokes, dragging me out of my head. “He’s just another dude—don’t waste any more time on him. Let’s go somewhere else.”

I let her pull me away, though it takes everything in me not to glance back. But as we pass, I feel his eyes on me. I know, because I feel the heat of them burning through my skin, even without turning around. I fight the urge to look. Fuck him, I think, holding my head high as we walk towards another part of the house.

-Harry’s POV-

...What the hell am I doing?

The thought has been a constant echo in my for the last week no matter how much I distract it or smother it with alcohol. I feel like I’m being haunted.

All week I see YN in the regular spots at school but it’s always a reminder of not only our time together and how different things felt with her, but also how she was going through a hard time. How I was being cruel.

Jeez is this what it was to be sensitive. I fucking hated it.

It’s after school and I’m late to leave, walking down a mostly empty hallway. And of course I catch a glimpse of her in the computer room. Probably working on yearbook or whatever other club she was in.

That’s part of why it was so surprising when she approached me that night. When she willingly became a notch in my bedpost. It only took a couple weeks to find out she had been looking for a distraction. Usually that was my forte.

I linger, my heart wanting me to go in but my head screaming at me to go. I finally choose head and start walking away. But my squeaking shoe catches her attention and she looks up.

We have an awkward stare off. She swallows and looks away.

“Do you need something?”

I don’t expect her to ask.

I walk forward and lean against the doorframe. She can pretend she’s over it all she wants, but her cheeks are pink.

"I was just helping coach with something. I saw you and…"

I don’t mean for it to come out. God why did she have to make me feel awkward. I was never awkward. I didn’t feel awkward.

“Are you doing your nerdy shit?” I try to switch gears, slip into cocky jock but she’s too real. She doesn’t let me.

“Seriously? Are you trying to make casual conversation with me again?”

“Why not?”

“Why not.” She scoffs.

“No seriously YN why the fuck not?” I demand. None of the other girls I hooked up with did this! Once we were over they either treated me like it never happened and continued being friendly, or they just moved on themselves to someone else. None of them looked at me the way she did. Bit at me like she.

You also didn’t want them like you did her.

“You’re really playing the stupid angle. Or maybe it’s not playing.” She mumbles the last part but I still catch it.

I move a few steps into the room.

She sighs. “I don’t want this cocky…jocky Harry okay?”

“Okay.” I put my hands up; I also couldn’t give her the Harry from that night if that’s what she wanted. But I let my defences down a little. “Why can’t I make conversation with you?”

“I’m pretty sure there’s an unanswered text in your phone from weeks ago? Asking to talk?”

I don’t respond. Of course there was.

She gets fed up when I don’t reply, “So if you want to talk then I’m okay to talk about that. Otherwise I’m not interested.”

“You want to talk about that?!” I go for the humiliating angle and hate myself for it. “We weren’t a couple you know that right? We were just sleeping together and then we weren’t. There’s no us to talk about.”

Her eyes are rimmed red when she looks at me, anger burning in her eyes. A part of me acknowledges the hurt.

“I. Know.” She says slowly. “I’m the one that approached you to hook up. I know we weren’t dating or something. But I dumped a bunch of baggage on you when I didn’t mean to. A-all I wanted to do was apologize like a decent person. But you’re obviously too much of a dick to understand that. You thought I was like, hung up over you and your new fling!?”

I’m dumbstruck. My pride is shot to space. She wanted to apologize? For opening up? I was a dick.

I can hear voices coming down the hall. I don’t want anyone to hear this, to tarnish my image with whatever softness was here. I push the door closed and walk to where she sits, perching on the chair next to her.

"What are you doing?" she snaps, glaring at me.

"You wanted to talk" I shoot back.

“Don’t insult me and act like you care what else I have to say Harry. I’m sure you can find some other girl around this late if you’re killing time or something.”

“I want to listen.”

“No you don’t. I got that hint pretty clearly when you ghosted me.”

"I was ghosted first," I retort, like a petulant child.

"I had a good reas—actually that wasn’t even ghosting I was just taking some space to-" her words are clipped. "I wanted to collect myself before I spoke to you. Make sure I was in the right headspace. You on the other hand had no reason to cut me off."

"Cut you off?” I challenge.

"What's your excuse?" she rolls her eyes.

"I wasn’t ghosting you I-it-it's just wasn’t that deep," I say, trying to sound casual. Way to go you stuttering idiot.

She stares at me, a million emotions flickering on her face. I can almost hear her say it that night was deep to me. Or maybe it’s my own voice saying it.

But then her face blanks, like she’s given up.

"Well, whatever. I'm sorry," she replies even though I expect her to continue arguing with me.

I stare; her hair was pulled away from her face today into a half bun thing and her lips are glossed. I know what they taste like and that thought makes my stomach dip and lose focus.

She must think I’m confused because she sighs, “for dumping my baggage on you and for making you uncomfortable? M’sorry for asking you to handle me with care when we were just hooking up. I don’t-“

“Stop.” I can’t handle it anymore. “That’s enough already.”

How was she still somehow decent. Why did she make me feel like I wanted to protect her, tuck her away and save her. It scared me. I never felt this way—girls were just fun.

"I'm not mad," I say, the words tumbling out of me. "I just didn't know how to respond, okay?"

"That's why people say things," she snaps, exasperated. "Discuss things so you can sort out what to say.”

“Look,” I snap. “You’re obviously the most…I don’t fucking know. I don’t normally do this. You’re the most serious or…mature person I’ve ever…hooked up with? Nobody…I don’t know what I’m doing ok? I’m out of my fucking depth here.”

“And I know.” She emphasizes. “That’s why I said I was sorry!”

“No! Not like that I’m not trying to make you feel bad-“

We quiet as a group of people walk past the door, in the silence I realize how loud we’d gotten. She must too.

She leans forward, her tone serious. "Do you actually want to talk about it?"

I swallow, trying to collect myself. Trying not to get lost in her eyes. Trying to ignore the tugging in my stomach, the desire to touch her.

“Obviously not. But I’m trying to not be a dick or whatever.”

"Can we start with the text first?" She crosses her arms.

"Ok," I sigh, dragging my hands down my face. "I'm sorry for ignoring you. It's just easier for me if I'm an asshole.”

It’s easier to apologize now that she has. Easier to want to be decent and not cruel. For a second I glimpse us reconciling, her allowing me to touch her with a tenderness I’ve never felt before.

So I backtrack. I couldn’t do this open honest shite. I had to wrap it up tell her I couldn’t do feelings. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t me around her.

“I didn’t mind that you wanted someone to talk to. Like it was a lot but…I don’t do that sort of thing. I’m used to hooking up and no messy feelings okay? And you didn’t text me back the next day so I moved on. But didn’t realize you wanted to apologize.”

“Okay…”

“No hard feelings seeing me with other people though—like, I’m chill if you wanted to hang out some time but-

“That’s alright.” Her jaw clenches, I get the sense that I’m saying all the wrong things. And yet I feel so desperate and clingy inside.

“Not that-I get why you were uhm…” I freeze. I’ve never had a reaction like this—I’m just frozen.

She studies me and I try not to squirm. I’m afraid of what the results of her study show her.

“Right.”

We sit in an awkward silence until I can find my voice. “It was a lot. And I wanted to ignore it.”

“Yeah. Yep. I got that. Thanks.”

She was done. I wrack my brain. She was just apologizing and now she’s trying to end the conversation.

“Is that it?” I ask when her eyes flick back to her screen, now a screensaver.

“I guess so.” She says. And I’m stumbling over my thoughts to think of something else to say. All this time she really was just mad that I didn’t reply? She just wanted to apologize and go back like nothing ever happened. All those biting words and hurtful glares weren’t because I was with another girl?

Was I imagining all that fucking chemistry?

“You got…it out of your system?”

“Yeah!?” She glances at me. “I’m fine. I know what I know—I’m just a girl and you’re just another dude right? I got to say what I wanted. Two ships passing in the night and all that.”

“Yeah. Oh yeah okay. Alright.”

I’m dumbstruck yet again as my feet move me away from her. Out of the classroom. I stand there for a few just thinking of this feeling. Of tables turned.

She didn’t actually like me like…more?

The questions carry me home. My sister takes one look at me and laughs.

“Girl problems?”

“No.” I bite.

“Really? Because this looks like girl problems. L-o-v-e problems.”

“Shut up.” I want her to stop poking at the soft place.

“Fine,” she shrugs.

“I’m fine.”

“Hmph,” she eyes me. “I can say it’s nice to see you getting a taste of your medicine Har. Girls aren’t just playthings.”

I ignore her and she heads to her room, calling out “Pass me her details later I’m gonna write her a thank you card.”

…a taste of your own medicine. Girl’s aren’t just playthings.

“Hey I don’t think-“ I try to argue but she’s already in her room, door closed.

I didn’t think girls were playthings. But the girls I hooked up with we just had fun. They knew it.

What if some of them walked away from it like you are now, a voice in my head whispers. I want to shut it up. Shut it out.

I grab my phone, hit up Zoe and when she says she’s busy I find someone else in my phone. I needed to get this feeling out of my system.

But still, when I crawl into bed at 2 in the morning after being out all night, I’m wide awake thinking about her so hard I swear I see her in the brushstrokes of my ceiling.

All along I had just been punishing myself; that was the only prize I had to show for all this.

It all comes crashing down on me. I feel like a part of me was hollowed out, thinking I was fine but it was coming from a coffin. Because everything my sister said, everything YN said—every single thing was all so true.

[eclipse-msoul]

BELONG TO ME IN OBLIVION

Chapter 5 :-

Rain was pouring heavily but it didn't not hamper the figure in his movement. He kept on hitting again and again until he heard a voice. “Dick..” A voice came from the shadows, dark blue eyes dull and void turned towards it.The shadows enlarged and showed a figure appearing from the darkness.

“He's dead.” The figure paused as the weapon fell out of his hand. The shadow gave his hand to help him get up. Dick did it with a smile. He quickly removed the dust formed on his clothes and smiled Cheekily at the shadow. 

“ B sent you?” He asked. 

“ Don't ask questions if you know the answer, soldier.” the shadow replied in a grunt, his voice neutral and void. Dick knew Thomas was pissed because Bruce had taken his turn to spend some time with you. Thomas was definitely sulking and dick wasn't going to let the opportunity slip. 

“ That's why you called me by my nickname?” He humoured, “ I didn't know you were in the mood for jokes-” his words were stopped by a knife near his throat. Thomas clenched the knife hard and looked sternly at the boy. 

The boy they had adopted eight years ago had grown. His body which used to be fragile now showed developed Biceps and his face young and small had now evolved into a charming devil, still he didn't lose his baby fat which was visible. 

Dick blinked back at his older brother, his face didn't faze at the knife near his throat. He playfully pulled back and raised his hands. “ Fine, fine! I'm sorry. No need to be so grumpy!”

Seeing the boy's shining eyes and smirk, Thomas pulled back and a grunt escaped his lips. He quickly turned back and jumped down the building. “ Get back immediately.” His voice echoed. 

Dick giggled, “ Coming~” Before jumping down and following him. 

The sun shone as your body jerked up. You woke up in a daze, your eyes still blurry as you tried to squabble and see who laid next to you. An arm pulled you back to the bed causing you to let out a small shriek. 

“B-Bruce!” His large muscular arms had pulled you back in his embrace, all while his legs greedily wrapped around your torso. You tried to pull back only to be pushed back into his chest. He looked at you in a small grin with his blue eyes dropping and staring at your flushed face. 

“ Bruce it's morning- get up!”

Your words were met with his head coming closer and nuzzling your chest. “ Few more minutes…” his words would fool others but not you. He's been doing this for years after all! Few minutes ment laying in bed till late in the afternoon and you knew from experience how stuff your body got after that. 

It has been only a few years since you started to allow them to be this close. You somehow had become involved with both your childhood friends in this romantic and overly touching relationship. Before it was for dick but now you might have developed some feelings for these two. 

No wonder you indulged in them so much. 

But still there was no way you were going to lay in bed for so long. Today was special! Dick was coming back from boarding school. It wasn't some ordinary day! It's been almost eight years since he was sent away by Bruce and Thomas. 

At that time you were very angry, almost having threatened to cut all contact with them. But then little dick nudged you so you couldn't help but falter. “ Dick you don't have to listen to them! They're going too far. You're still a little kid!” you said glaring daggers at them

Dick had shaked his head and given you teary eyes. “ It's only for a bit and besides I asked for this!” 

“.. Dick… . Are you sure?”

“ Yes.”

You hugged him in a deep embrace and made him promise to call you daily. If only you knew it wasn't boarding school he was being sent to but rather a mission. He was going to prepare himself and then return to end his parents murder. 

Thomas and Bruce had given him a choice and he took it without a second thought. He was going to get revenge on his parents! No matter what. 

You pinched Bruce's back hoping to provoke a response. Nothing. You yelled his name, still nothing. Sweat that formed on your arms made you uncomfortable and finally you decided enough was enough. 

Using the whole strength in you leg you tried to hit him in between only to be stopped by his hand. “ There there, you're not trying to end me are you?” You only glared back and he finally decided to let you go. 

Getting off the bed, you changed your clothes and freshened up a bit before making your way to the kitchen. Alfred was already there, cooking you guys breakfast. “ Good morning..Alfred!” You said taking a seat. 

The butler responded with a softened tone and giggled seeing you on the table, looking so out of place yet fitting right into this manor. “ Good morning Lady (name).” He passed you the newspaper. 

You took it with a grateful nod and opened it. Nightwing was at it again. Really how wonderful. First Batman, then owlman and now Nightwing. Gotham truly had a large group of peculiar vigilantes. 

“ Something got your eye?” Alfred asked. 

“ It's nothing special. Looks Like Gotham got another vigilante. “ You said, placing the newspaper back and stretching out your arms. Alfred's eyes gazed over the paper spread out and he chuckled lightly while his eyes hid something sinister. “ Nightwing was it? He's out for a month if I'm not wrong.”

“ He is-OWcH-” You shrieked. Your eyes darted back at the cold touch made way to your skin. You glared at him.The man slightly older than Bruce, looked at you. His gaze soft as his fingers pressed back and forth between your ears. 

“ You-” Your cheeks flush red and you feel heat under your chest. His blue eyes glaze hungry at you and your face.He smirked. 

Alfred watched this play out from the side and couldn't help but sigh. His two Masters truly loved you so much. You would never know how much they cherished you, no one, not even he who practically raised them, could get such a tender look of life from them. “ Me..what?” Thomas darted back.Alfred couldn't help but shake his head at his Master’s actions. 

“ I'm back sis (Name) !” As soon as you heard the words you didn't know what came over you. You quickly pushed the man – who weighed at least more than you – and got up. 

Your eyes turned back and you paused. 

Dick stood grinning at you. His eyes were blue, maybe even bluer than the two brothers stared back at you. You came closer and hugged him tightly. “ Dick..” You swallowed, “ Welcome back.”

Dick hands placed at your back held you tenderly and he retired your hug just as tightly. “ It's good to be back..” He grinned. You two stood in a hug for you don't know how long before you heard that annoying voice again. 

“ You're going to choke him. Let the poor kid go.” That annoying snicker was from no one but the one and only Bruce Wayne. You pulled back and glared at the man. “ If my hugs were going to choke someone, you would've been dead.”

Bruce only snickered and shook dick's hand and ruffled his hair. “ How was your trip?” He asked, his question making a hidden message underneath. Dick noded meeting his eyes. 

“ It was rather tenacious… but still worth it.” Bruce smiled and you couldn't help but smile too at their interaction. Bruce and dick had gotten along with Dick the day of the accident. 

When you had woken up, you expected him to be fuming, especially since despite his overly teasing personality, he was very protective of you. So when Bruce had brought dick to you despite Thomas' refusal, you felt relieved. 

“ All of you take a seat, Alfred has prepared breakfast. “ Thomas' voice had lost every bit of playfulness of the previous minutes. You shook your head and sat. Thomas changed moods quicker than the weather. 

After you finished breakfast, you got ready to leave. Thomas and Bruce had to leave early due to an emergency in WE.

“ Can I drop you?” Dick asked, stepping out the door with you. 

You thought for a moment before agreeing.“ Sure.”and you both drove off. 

TBC… 

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[naturalreddishhairs]

[perilegs]

my sweet little baby man is no longer with us

[indecisive-dizzy]

today I learned that my nightmares can be cool inspiration for at least one horror game

Here's this morning's concept: an Escape Room Tower, where every floor is a new puzzle. It's gimmicky with haunted house vibes. But wait that's not all!

Your friends are mysteriously disappearing and coming back as horrifically disfigured monsters! now you have to finish the puzzles and survive in order to reach the top to get to the exit! oh and the gimmicky horror vibes become,, not gimmicky. that is real gore now.

[mqonlighting]

real talk in the tags for a second because i have a crush on a girl and i. a hehe. ahehehe.

will be burying this in reblogs and never touching on it again

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[foldingfittedsheets]

Mattresses, unbeknownst to many, are a lot like cars. Every year new ones roll out, they’re always tweaking and innovating and you’ll never find the same one you loved decades ago when buying a new one.

Where I sold mattresses had a three month return or exchange program for this reason. New beds take a while to break in, and they’re a big expense. Your body is used to the old one. So we made sure people were loving it. If a bed got returned we’d take it back, sanitize and clean it, then sell it again on clearance.

To sell these we always had to disclose what clearance meant to customers, and they had to sign that they knew what they were getting. (FYI, not every company is as… forthright about the used bed situation)

In clearance we had beds that were floor models, we had returns, and more rarely we had old models whose line had been discontinued. These clearance beds were always final sale, so a bed could only be sold twice.

Now, the manager at the store I was working at had realized a vital fact. Clearance beds in the warehouse didn’t sell, especially old models that salespeople weren’t familiar with. And even more especially in odd sizes, like twin extra longs. So he set up a split king on the showroom floor to exhibit clearance beds, pulling all those forgotten twin extra longs out onto the showroom.

Almost all of these were brand new discontinued models. Beds I’d never learned in training were exhumed to be displayed. The manufacturers had moved on to new lines and they’d been left behind. Why would he take such in interest in selling old stock, you might wonder? Because we made double commission on the sales margin of clearance beds, and if we’d had a bed long enough they dropped the cost in the system so it was a fucking cash cow to sell these. Even with huge discounts the commissions were wonderful so it was a win win.

When I got started I was jazzed about this program, I was so on board to sell weird old brand new beds and make a ton of money. I had a wonderful older couple come in, looking for a split king adjustable set. This was a white whale sale.

The current clearance models on the floor were a latex mattress that was brand new despite being of an age to start first grade, and a tempurpedic floor model. The couple laid down and it was like magic. They each loved the bed they’d laid down on. They wanted to buy the whole shebang.

I. Was. Thrilled. I told them about the clearance program and what that meant, and they weren’t bothered in the least. I wrote up the sale then dashed into the back, fizzing with excitement to tell my manager what I’d done.

“You sold the death bed?!” He asked in delight.

I pulled up short, my smile freezing in place. “What…?”

“Didn’t you check the notes?”

I hesitated for a long beat then slowly shook my head. You see, dear reader, all beds had a personal history. Every clearance bed had logs written up by the person who took the return, as well as warehouse crew after sanitizing. It helped us know what to expect when selling them. “Wasn’t it just a floor model? You said it was a floor model…”

He slowly shook his head. I checked the notes.

It turned out, it had been sold as a floor model. The first time. But the company had made an exception and taken it back as a return two months later. Why? Because it’s owner had passed away.

I stared at the computer in horror and my manager shrugged. “They signed the clearance form. Technically it was a floor model.”

“We know for a fact that a man died in that bed!”

“What they don’t know can’t haunt them,” he said philosophically.

The man came back a week later for more sheets, utterly delighted to tell me how well they were sleeping. I clamped my teeth down around the secret of the deathbed, choosing to let them love their new bed without the stigma. Only one person would be haunted by that deathbed, and it was me.

[mandylove1000]

All aboard the I wanna fucking die train