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Serendipity - Part III. (Harry Styles)

a/n: hey guys!! thank you so much for those who read the last part and took the time to like/reblog/leave feedback! i want to stress how important it is that you guys do any of these things bc these are the only things that writers can use to see how their works are doing so PLEASE!! take that 30 sec to like/reblog and if you enjoyed, PLEASE leave a few words!! with this being said, here is part 3, hope you guys will enjoy it!

pairing: Harry x OC (Annalise Lloyd)

word count: 10k

warning: it gets a little steamy? not too much tho

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Serendipity (n.) Finding something good without looking for it.

The kitchen was utter disaster before Harry has finally gotten around to clean up after cooking. Wiping all surfaces clean and washing every dish he used in the process he quickly sets his dining table for three people before diving into one of his wardrobes, mining after the board games he keeps around. There’s an impressive pile of them, all kinds and he really hopes they’ll be able to find something Benji likes. Checking the time he sees that he has only about twenty minutes left before his guests arrive, so he locks himself up in the bathroom. Washing away all the smells from the kitchen, he walks out with a clean towel wrapped around his waist, thinking about a suitable fit for the occasion.

Lis has texted him earlier to ask about the required dress code and he set it as casual/comfortable so now he has to dress according to that as well.

Pulling on a pair of light-washed jeans he pairs it with a simple white t-shirt and a grey cardigan. It’s a simple outfit, but he feels like it’s just perfect for the occasion. Checking the time once again he notes that he has only a few minutes left, when the doorbell rings. He steps to the intercom and sees through the security camera that it’s her.

“Hey, just park behind the Rover,” he instructs talking into the intercom and opening up the gate for her.

Quickly, he checks himself out one last time in the mirror next to the front door before opening it up, watching her car pull up behind his, the engine shutting before the door of the driver seat opens. Annalise appears in his sight with a warm smile, wearing jeans and a black, baggy jumper, her hair up in a loose ponytail.

“Hey!” she calls out before stepping to one of the back seats, opening up the door to help Benji out. Harry can’t push down the smile when he sees the little boy hop out of his seat holding a little blue envelope. He is wearing a white and blue checkered button-up with black jeans, looking like a little gentleman, Harry notes. He doesn’t seem shy or startled to be at a new place meeting someone he has only seen once before. Annalise takes his hand and the two of them walk up to Harry who is holding the door open for them.

“Hello!” Benji greets him with a sweet smile as they walk up the few stairs to the front door.

“Hi Benji. Nice to see you again,” Harry nods with a smile before looking up at Lis. “You too,” he adds.

“Thanks for having up,” she smiles, leading Benji inside as Harry closes the door. “Shoes,” she tells Benji, who takes off his sneakers without a fuss. Harry doesn’t have the heart to tell them they could have kept their shoes on, it doesn’t matter to him. Instead, he reaches into the small wardrobe in the hallway, fishing out slippers for them. Luckily, he has a few child ones as well, since some of his friends bring their kids around so he got a few just in case. Now it comes handy.

“Thank you,” Annalise smiles before instructing the little boy to put on his pair.

“This is for you,” Benji holds out the envelope for Harry, who looks down at it in surprise.

“Oh, thank you!” he answers, feeling startled and curious about what’s inside. He fidgets it open and pulls out the drawing that was hidden inside.

It’s a car, that he is sure about. A quite cool looking car if he is being honest. The coloring is a little off the lines and the portions are not quite right, but it’s a nice drawing, he thinks to himself. In the right corner of the page he sees the name BENJI spelt out, the letters looking a little wobbly and crooked, but it’s crystal clear.

“You drew this?” Harry questions raising his eyebrows at the little boy. Benji nods with a proud smile. “Wow, it’s amazing. Where should I put it?” he muses holding the drawing up as Benji looks around.

“Mommy always puts my drawings on the fridge,” he then answers and Harry nods.

“That’s a nice place. I think it’ll look good on my fridge. Come on, help me put it up.”

The boy follows him without a word, walking into the spacious kitchen, right to his fridge. He takes a magnet and hangs it in the middle as they all look at the new decoration

“Thank you, I think it looks great here,” Harry concludes and Benji nods in agreement.

“Benji, why don’t you wash your hand quickly before we eat?” Annalise tells him before looking at Harry. “Where’s a bathroom?”

“See that door on the left? That’s the one,” Harry explains to Benji and he nods again, running off to do his duty.

“He insisted bringing the drawing when I told him we’d be coming here today,” Annalise shares with Harry and he smiles at her, feeling touched.

“Very thoughtful.”

“Is there anything you need help with around here?” she asks, her eyes roaming around the kitchen and Harry is thankful he cleaned up after he was done with the cooking.

“No, everything is set and done. You just enjoy your time here,” he smirks and she smiles at him thankfully before Benji returns from the bathroom. “You like chicken strips, Benji?” he asks the boy upon his arrival. His eyes glisten at the mention of food, nodding eagerly as Annalise chuckles.

“That’s all he orders when we go to KFC,” she lets Harry in who grins down at Benji.

“Then this is your lucky day.”

Annalise helps Harry bring the food to the table and they all take their seats, Benji eyeing everything on the table with hungry eyes. They dig into it and Harry is relieved to see that his guests are enjoying the meal.

Harry was never afraid he wouldn’t get along well with the little boy, he is amazing around kids, easy to create a bond with them under any circumstances. It doesn’t take him long to get him to talk about school, his friends and what he likes doing in his freetime, making sure he pays enough attention to Lis as well. His home often feels empty during the days, he only has company over mostly in the evenings, but that doesn’t happen often either. So having them around brings a warm feeling to his chest as their chatter fills the room.

“So then we won and Eddy’s mum took us out to have pizza so it was great,” Benji finishes another story, his plate has emptied out not so long ago. As Harry peeks over at Lis, he sees how lovingly she is looking down at the little boy sitting across her. It’s clearer than daylight that Benji is her whole wide world and he has no problem being second after the boy. He thinks that’s just how it should be anyway and the thought that some men ever thought otherwise… it irks his buttons for sure.

“Benji, why don’t you go ahead and choose a game from the pile while we clean up the table?” Annalise tells him once everyone is done eating. He cheers in excitement and runs straight to the hoard of games waiting for him in the living room.

Harry and Lis clean the table and bring all the dirty dishes to the sink, she starts washing them without a word.

“You don’t have to,” Harry tells her, but she shakes her head.

“You cooked, I’m cleaning. Just put the leftover away,” she says smiling at him.

Harry packs away what was left from the lunch and then leans against the counter next to Lis. His eyes wander over her form, just the sight of her in the comfort of his home bubbles something deep inside him he’s been looking for for some time now. This warmth in his chest, the domesticity of such a simple thing of having her washing the dishes makes the house feel more of a home than ever.

“Do you cook often?” she asks, glancing at him shortly.

“Not as often as I probably should,” he admits. “I don’t find the time for it that often. When I’m home I tend to feel a little restless, like I should be doing something else, working on something, so I end up in my studio room down in the basement, recording something I won’t even use later.”

“Sounds like you overwork yourself.”

“Don’t have anything else to put my energy into just yet,” he shrugs his shoulders simply. “Well, at least that’s how it used to be,” he adds, a small smile playing on his lips as his eyes meet her gaze. A soft blush tints her cheeks before she turns back to the sink, finishing up the washing.

Annalise just chuckles when Benji chooses to play with UNO out of all the games Harry has to offer, but neither of them questions his choice. The three of them make themselves comfortable in the living room, Lis and Benji sit on the couch while Harry takes one of his armchairs while Benji mixes the cards. They seem to be a little too big for his hands, but he manages to finish the task just fine. They play round after round and Harry lets Benji win as much as possible, always pretending to be bummed that he lost the game. Only twice does Lis win, but Benji doesn’t mind that he has to share the victory with his mum, he has great manners, Harry notes once again.

Lis finds herself watching Harry with a fluttering heart. Every time he interacts with Benji something inside her chest feels to be growing. The way he treats the little boy, how he doesn’t seem to mind having him in the spotlight and the way he looks genuinely interested in anything Benji tells him about makes her completely forget about the doubts she was heaving before arriving. Even though she decided to be open to whatever fate has for her about Harry, she couldn’t just magically overcome all her fears from her previous experiences. She did think about canceling today, feeling reluctant if it would be a good idea or not, but now she couldn’t be happier with her choice.

Benji announces that he needs to use the toilet for something big, as he phrases, making Harry smile before he runs off to do his business.

“Sorry, he can be quite blunt sometimes,” Lis explains leaning back while Harry shuffles the cards once again.

“S’fine. He is great,” he grins, eyes meeting hers and the lock for a little longer than they intended, but they both find it hard to look away.

“Thanks for today. He is having a great time.”

“He is?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry he would let you know if he didn’t,” she chuckles making him laugh. “As I said, he can be pretty blunt.”

“I think it’s great. That he is not afraid to say what’s on his mind. I’m sure he doesn’t have trouble making friends.”

“He does not. He has this group of friends, it’s the five of them, all boys, they are like a little gang and I feel like Benji is some kind of leader. But not like a bossy one. They were all over at ours for his birthday and I was afraid he would act like a little king, but he always made sure to include everyone.” “That’s amazing. You taught him so well, Lis. Really, you should be very proud of yourself.” Not knowing how long Benji will take, he dares to take his seat next to Lis, he turns to face her, pulling a leg up, his knee brushing against the side of her thigh. The urge to just lean in and kiss her is growing, but he tells him he needs to keep himself at bay, not sure how far he is allowed to go.

She feels his hesitation, she sees the way he glances down at her lips longingly and she wants to give in. She almost does, because her attraction towards Harry grows with each passing moment, but just when she is about to give in, she hears Benji flush the toilet, kind of breaking the moment. Licking her lips she takes a deep breath to get her into the right mindset before Benji arrives back.

“Can we build a card castle?” Benji asks excited as he runs back into the living room, not even noticing that Harry has taken his spot on the couch. He kneels down next to the coffee table, taking the cards and starting anyway.

Harry pays one last lingering look to Lis before turning his attention back at the boy, lending him a helping hand in the building process.

It’s way past five by the time Annalise and Benji are getting ready to leave. Benji managed to convince them to watch a movie once he got bored with the cards, so they ended up in Harry’s movie room, which completely blew his mind away and they watched Zootopia.

Now Benji is rambling about his football game coming up next weekend and how he’ll score the most goals for sure.

“Will you come to see me, Harry?” he asks with bright eyes, the question catches him by surprise, but Lis as well. Harry glances up at her immediately, not sure what to say.

“Oh, Benji, Harry might have work that day—“

“I would love to,” he blurts out and it’s the truth. “I-If it’s fine by you as well,” he adds, still looking at her.

“Are you sure you’re not busy?”

“Lis, I wouldn’t say it if I was busy. I think I can make it work, but I’ll check back with you later this week, alright?”

“Yeah. Sure,” she nods, clearly surprised how quickly Benji grew a liking to him.

“Yay! See you later then, Harry!” Benji cheers, waving goodbye to Harry who feels touched by this little gesture. He runs down the stairs and jolts right towards the car, Lis following him behind.

Harry watches her help him into the car, shutting the door once he is all buckled up and instead of getting into the car as well, she walks back up to Harry who is still standing at the door. When she walks up the stairs she pushes him a little back into the house so they fall out of Benji’s sight, Harry is a little puzzled, but he quickly forgets about his racing thoughts once Annalise’s lips meet his in a sweet kiss.

Pushing his surprise aside he is quick to recover, arms circling around her waist while hers cup his cheeks gently. It’s not a long kiss, neither a passionate one, but it’s exactly what they both needed. Their lips move in sync and he hesitantly, but licks her bottom lip before their tongues meet in the middle.

“Lunch sometime this week?” she asks, quite out of breath, the smallest smile tugging on her plump lips.

“Yeah, I-I’ll text you?” he breathes out, lips still tingling from the kiss he has been dreaming about for quite a while now.

“Okay,” she chuckles, placing a soft peck to his lips before turning around and going back to her car.

Harry stands at the door, stunned and completely blown away as he watches them leave, Benji waves in his way one last time before they disappear, out the gate, out of his sight.

“You are oddly quiet, but like, in a good way” Chloé states, eyes examining her best friend as they are sitting comfortably on a bench at the nearby park they often take Benji out. It has a nice and popular playground right in the middle and Benji loves playing with the kids from around the neighborhood here.

Annalise just smirks innocently, shrugging her shoulder, fingers digging into the apple slices in the box she packed as a snack.

“You also haven’t told me about a certain singer lately, but from the glow on your face, I assume things are going great?” she nudges her, happy to see Lis so happy and careless.

“I guess,” she shortly nods, still avoiding to look at her best friend.

“Elaborate. You know I’m too nosy not to know every little detail,” Chloé teases her, making her laugh.

“Oh, I know how nosy you are, don’t worry.”

“So? How is our favorite singer?”

“He is… fine. We’ve been getting close.”

“Which means…?”

“Which means that we’ve been meeting up constantly.”

“For fuck’s sake, Lis, would you just give me the whole thing? Why do I have to pull it out of you word by word?”

“What do you want to know?” Annalise chuckles at her impatient friend.

“How big?” she bluntly asks, making Lis gasp at the question.

“That I don’t know and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“How mean! I deserve to know it! Though I’m disappointed you haven’t jumped his bones yet.”

“What were you expecting? We’ve been seeing each other for a little over a month only. In mother time, that’s like… two days,” she jokes.

“Stop with this bullshit. You might be a mother, but you’re still a 25 year-old hot bitch.”

“Hearing you call me a mother and a bitch in the same sentence is ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously on-point,” Chloé scoffs. “Alright, so tell me, what’s stopping you from sleeping with him? You know you can always bring Benji over for a sleepover so you can shag Mr. One Direction.”

“And now you are mentioning Benji and shagging in the same sentence, would you stop?” Annalise chuckles, stuffing another slice of apple into her mouth.

“I’m just trying to get you laid!”

“Well, I don’t need help, okay?” she retorts, but her fast response gets Chloé to think.

“Wait, you have something planned already, right?” Annalise doesn’t answer, her eyes dart over to Benji at the swings playing with two other little boys, but the blush on her cheeks gives her away. “Oh shit! You have something planned! Tell me!”

“Why would I tell you when you’ll just make fun of me?” she sighs, finally turning to face her.

“I would never make fun of you shagging the hottest singer in Britain. No, in the whole world, probably.”

Huffing to herself, Lis looks around, making sure no one hears what they are talking about, before turning back to Chloé.

“Benji has a sleepover birthday party next weekend. I thought I would… ask Harry if he wants to come over. I’d cook something, get some wine… you know. A kind of cozy date night.”

“That’s literally the sweetest shit ever,” Chloé sighs. “Now I feel horribly single.”

“Stop it!” Lis chuckles. “You have at least five men waiting for your call.”

“Yeah, whatever. So, does this late night involve the dirty deed?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind,” she admits shyly. It’s been so long since she was intimate with anyone, she sometimes feels like a silly teenage girl, especially when it comes to Harry. He makes her feel things she thought she would never experience.

“Go girl! Get that D!” Chloé cheers, making Lis gasp at her bluntness once again.

“Chlo! There are kids around!”

“If a kid knows what the D means, their childhood is already ruined, so don’t come for me.”

“Chloé! Come see what I can do!” Benji emerges from the group of kids, dragging Chloé with himself, leaving Annalise alone on the bench.

Now that she said her plans with Harry out loud, she can’t help but feel nervous. What if it’s too soon? Or what if Harry is not even free that evening? Scared that her dream date might go down the drain, she grabs her phone from her bag and dials his number.

“Hey!” he greets her cheerfully, always so happy to hear from her.

“Hi, am I bothering you?”

“No, I’m just in the car. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to ask if… you had any plans next Saturday.”

“I have a studio session until six, but I’m free after that. What do you have in mind?” Harry asks, a little surprised she asked him out, but it’s clearly making his chest warm up, knowing that she is thinking about him too.

“Benji was invited to a birthday party and it’s a sleepover… So I’ll have the house for myself. I thought I could cook something, we could have some wine, you know.” She nervously scratches the bench next to her thigh, nervous to hear his reaction to the idea.

“Oh, that sounds perfect! But if you’re cooking, let me take care of the wine. What kind do you like?”

“Um, I’m not an expert. Bring whatever you like, I’m sure I’ll be fine with that too.”

“Okay, but I won’t be the one to drink it,” he chuckles.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t drink and drive, Love.”

“Why—“ she cuts herself off realizing what Harry meant. He didn’t think it would involve him staying the night, so now she has to bring that up as well. Just great. “Harry, you wouldn’t have to drive,” she says, hoping her tone gives away the real meaning behind her words.

“Oh,” Harry breathes out, clearly surprised. “Are you sure?”

“I am. So, bring whatever you like.”

“Alright. Great,” he says and she just knows he is grinning ear to ear. “Saturday it is then. Does lunch on Wednesday still stand?”

“Of course,” you chuckle. “See you later then.”

Annalise’s hand slides down her sides, smoothing the fabric softly on her frame, her eyes cautiously examining the outfit. She’s changed about three times now, feeling so nervous that she finds something in everything he puts on. She knows she is running out of time, but she still can’t put her critiques aside. She wants to look perfect for Harry.

At last, she forces herself to stay in the white satin dress that hugs her curves just perfectly. She doesn’t like it that her arms are on display, but since the oven has been on for hours now, the whole place feels so hot and she doesn’t want to sweat out of her clothes for sure. She quickly brushes her hair and fixes some smudged mascara off from under her eyes before shuffling into the kitchen to check the chicken in the oven. It’s coming together perfectly, the top is already starting to look nice and crisp, she’ll just give it a few more minutes before turning the heat off.

She puts on some soft music quietly to fill the silence, and quickly fixes the pillows on the couch just when the doorbell rings, making her jump a little. Taking a deep breath she rushes over and swings it open, revealing Harry standing on the doormat, wearing black and white checkered pants with a black button down shirt, the first few buttons left undone to give her a teasing look of his tattooed chest. He is holding two bottles of champagnes in his left hand as he smirks down at her.

“Hey, come in!” she breathes out in excitement.

“Hi,” he smiles and as he steps inside, he leans down, kissing her lips softly. “You look beautiful,” he compliments her, making her blush in a heartbeat.

“Thank you. You look nice too.” He nods smiling as she locks the door and turns to her holding the bottles up.

“Couldn’t really decide, so I brought a white and a red one.”

Her eyes fall on the bottles and though she is not an expert, she can tell those wines cannot be bought in a Tesco, they must cost a fortune.

“Harry you shouldn’t have—“ “None of that,” he cuts her off. “Just want you to have a nice evening, okay?”

Breathing out, her features softens as she steps closer and places a soft peck to his lips.

“Food is almost done. Would you mind helping me set the table?”

“Sure, lead the way.”

While Annalise takes the chicken out and finishes up the last touches, Harry sets the table carefully and opens one of the wines, filling two glasses. He helps her carry the food to the dining table and can’t help but notice how nervous she seems.

“Hey,” he softly says putting a hand to her knee gently as they sit at the table. “Stop worrying, okay? No pressure.” “I’m sorry, it’s just… been so long that I’ve been in this position,” she breathes out nervously.

“I just want you to have a good time, alright? I’m happy with just being around you, honestly.” “I hate how understanding you always are,” she chuckles and he raises his eyebrows at him.

“What do you mean?” he asks in amusement.

“It’s just… this voice in the back of my mind keeps telling me to keep my guards up, but you literally give me no reason to do that, being such a gentleman and all. So I’m having this… nonsense conflict with myself,” she admits chuckling. “Sorry, it doesn’t make sense.”

“No, I get it. Totally. I’m sorry that you feel that way and… I just want you to know that we have time. Whenever you finally let go of your doubts, I’ll be happy about it, but I’ll stay here in the meanwhile as well.”

For a moment, she feels like she is about to start crying. No one has ever made her feel this safe, especially not a man she was dating, but Harry managed to bring her this sense of comfort from the very first moment. Even when she was planning to never see him again, her heart was aching to leave such a wonderful man.

“Thank you,” she breathes out and leaning closer, she kisses him. It’s a longer one, but not too hard, more of a lingering touch of their lips. Harry’s hand reaches up to cup her face and as his thumb runs along her cheekbone a shiver runs down her spine.

Pulling back she takes a deep breath to settle herself in reality.

“Alright. Um… let’s eat, I’m starving.”

As the wine diminishes gradually, the more loose they both become, keeping up the conversation without any breaks. Nothing is off-topic, they can talk about anything and everything. Harry insists taking up on the washing duty, so while he is elbows deep in the sink, Lis stands next to her with a kitchen towel to dry the dishes. They both feel a little giddy, but thanks to the food, neither of them drunk just yet. It’s the perfect amount of tipsy, her cheeks are flushed and his fingertips are buzzing. The fear she felt earlier about where the night would head has slowly turned into pure desire. She wants this, she wants him, more than she has wanted anyone in her life.

“Thank you for the amazing food,” he murmurs once everything is spotless and clean. His hands find her waist, pulling her against his chest, her fingertips dance across his chest until they find the soft curls at the back of his neck.

“Mm, thanks for the amazing wine,” she comments cheekily, making him chuckle before he dips his head down and captures her lips in a sweet kiss.

It starts innocently, so light and delicate, but soon enough they both grow hungrier, needing more and more. His fingers dig into the small of her back, wrinkling the soft fabric of her dress as he turns them until she is trapped between him and the counter behind her. She buries her fingers into his hair, grabbing a handful in each hand, making him moan from the gentle tugging. He is quick to hoist her up, making her sit on the countertop and her knees part on their own, letting him stand close to her.

His lips travel down to her jawline, down her neck and delicate collarbone, leaving lustful kisses everywhere he can, making her get wetter with each touch he leaves on her soft skin.

“Harry,” she breathes out when his ring clad fingers dig into her thighs, pulling her forward so her center meets his hips and it’s clear just how excited he is about the situation.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he breathes out against her neck before his lips return to hers, kissing her harder than ever.

“Don’t fucking stop. Just… take this to the bedroom, yea?” she pants and he nods, pushing himself away a little so she can hop off the counter.

She leads the way up to the bedroom and though Harry would love to look around in this very intimate space of hers, he is a little too occupied at the moment. Before she could reach the bed he grabs the end of her dress and pulls it off swiftly, leaving her in her matching bra and thong, something she bought especially for this occasion.

“Lis, fuck,” he whines, so whipped by how amazing she looks.

“Let’s get rid of this as well,” she whispers, biting into her bottom lip as her fingers work fast on his buttons, the shirt soon joining her dress somewhere on the floor. She can’t stop herself from running her palms up and down his chest, feeling the heat of his body under her skin, making her lose her breath.

He grabs a hold of her thighs easily, earning a small squeak from her as he walks the rest of the way to the bed and throws her to it, getting on top of her without hesitation. His lips are quick to meet the soft skin on her neck once again, nipping it gently, making her back arch from sensation. The kisses wander down her collarbone, the swell of her breasts and he just can’t get enough of her. He is taking his time with the exposed skin, a hand sliding between her back and the mattress, working on the clasp.

“Is this okay?” he pants the question and she nods immediately. The clasp comes undone and she wiggles her shoulders until the straps slide down her arms. He is the one to grab the bra and throw it away. “Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he breathes out at the sight of her exposed chest, making her tremble from his words. She has never been so praised and appreciated before, Harry makes her feel like she really is the only woman to exist.

A hand comes up to cup her left breast while kissing her right one until his lips wrap around her pebbled nipple, sucking on it gently.

“Fuck! Yes!” she moans, her fingers lacing through his hair. She is completely lost in him, all she sees, hears and feels is Harry and at that moment she is convinced that it’s what has to happen. She wouldn’t be anywhere else with anyone else than him right now.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, she pulls him up so their lips meet again in a hungry, demanding kiss as her hands slide down to his pants, eager to get it undone as fast as possible. Once it’s done, he is quick to push them down his long legs, leaving him in only his boxer briefs, a moan escaping his pink, swollen lips when his erection meets her heated core once he is right above her.

That’s it. That’s the moment from where there’s no turning back, not that any of them want to, they are both so desperate to get closer, they wouldn’t want it to end for anything.

Her hands move down his chest until her fingers reach the elastic band of his underwear. She hooks her pointing fingers into it on both sides and just as she is about to pull them down, her phone starts ringing.

“Fuck,” she pulls away, her chest heaving wildly and he is just as big of a mess as she is. Reaching for the device on the nightstand, her eyes go wide seeing the caller. “Fuck, oh my God, I need to take this. It’s Sylvia, she is the mom where Benji is sleeping over,” she jabbers, grabbing the covers to pull over her chest out of instinct.

“Yeah, go ahead,” Harry nods, trying his best to catch his breath.

“Sylvia! Hi! Everything alright?” she starts answering the call.

“Hey, sorry to call you so late, but Benji is not feeling too good.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“He says his tummy hurts, tried to give him some tea, but I didn’t know what kind of medicine you use, so I didn’t give him anything. He says he wants to go home.”

“Oh, shit. Okay, uh, I can’t drive, I’ve had some wine already,” she breathes out in frustration, feeling her panic taking over.

“Oh, it’s alright, Pete can take him home if it’s alright by you.”

“Yes, thank you so much! Thank you for calling!”

“It’s alright. I’ll get him ready and I think they’ll be home in about fifteen.”

“Thank you and sorry for the inconvenience,” she apologizes.

“Don’t worry about it. I hope he’ll feel better!”

The call ends, leaving Lis in a frantic state and Harry knows something is wrong.

“What happened?” he asks sitting up on the bed.

“I, uhh—Benji, he is not feeling well so the birthday kid’s dad is bringing him home,” she answers, already getting out of the bed, grabbing a sweatshirt and shorts from a pile of clothes near her wardrobe. “Shit,” she curses when she struggles to put on the sweatshirt, her arm getting stuck in it.

“Hey, slow down, it’s all fine. Go get whatever medicine he needs, can I help with anything?” Harry stands up, grabbing his clothes from the floor and he gets dressed as well.

“Um, there is a blue blanket he likes to sleep with when he is sick. Can you find that for me? It’s in there somewhere,” she gestures towards her wardrobe and Harry nods, starting his search right away. “Harry I’m so sorry, this—“

“Don’t worry about it. Just do what you need to do,” he shushes her and she sends him a thankful look before running out to get everything ready by the time Benji arrives.

Annalise is already outside when the car arrives, greeting Pete with soft thank you’s as she helps Benji out of the car. He looks tired and a frown tugs on his sweet features now, he clearly doesn’t feel well.

“Oh baby, come on,” she coos at him softly. “Thank you Pete!”

“No problem. Get well, Champ!” the man waves before them off before getting in the car and driving away.

“What hurts, Sweety?” she asks Benji as they walk inside.

“My tummy!” he whispers frowning.

“Alright, I’ll get you some medicine and then you can sleep, alright?”

“Harry?” he asks, looking a little surprised, finding the man standing in the kitchen, the blue blanket in his hands.

“Hi Benji. Not feeling good?” he asks softly, looking down at the little boy with nothing but patience and sympathy. Benji shakes his head pouting.

“Here,” Harry softly says and hands the boy the blanket, who mumbles a soft thank you.

“Mummy, can I sleep with you?” he pleads looking up at Lis.

“Yeah, of course, come on. Let’s get you settled.” She gives him his medication, gets him changed and makes him comfortable in her bed, tucked in his blue blanket.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” she whispers softly, kissing his forehead. He nods into the pillow, already drifting off to sleep. Walking out she closes the door quietly, heading back down where Harry is sitting at the kitchen island. He hears her footsteps and he stands up from the stool, feeling a little lost after everything that just happened.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t expecting it,” she apologizes right away, but he shakes his head.

“Don’t worry. How is he?”

“We’ll see in the morning. Maybe he just ate something that upset his stomach.”

“That’s good,” he nods, brushing his palms down his thighs. “I’ll, um, call a taxi and leave—“

“Don’t!” she finds herself replying right away, surprising the both of them. “I-I… I don’t want you to leave, I just…”

“I could… stay on the couch,” he offers, eyes softening on her. “If it’s alright for me to still spend the night.”

“Of course. I want you here. I’m sorry our night got ruined.”

“Don’t even say that.” He takes her hands and pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her hunched frame.

“I just… I’m sorry, this is… This is my life, and—“

“I know,” he cuts her off. “And honestly, I’m fine with it, okay? Don’t worry about me. Benji needed you, we’ll have another time to ourselves, alright? I loved tonight nevertheless, don’t try to convince yourself otherwise.”

She nods quietly, his lips meet her forehead before she tilts her head back and kisses him.

“It’s a pullout. I’ll get you a pillow and a blanket,” she tells him. While she gathers the necessities, he moves the small coffee table aside and pulls the couch out. Annalise brings him everything he needs and makes sure he is at least comfortable now that he was forced to spend the night in the living room.

“Thank you for being so understanding,” she whispers, kissing him one last time.

“Always,” he murmurs, his nose nudging against hers playfully. “Good night.”

“Good night, Harry.”

With one last peck she leaves. Benji is all curled up in her bed and as she lies beside him, her thoughts relentlessly go out to the man sleeping on the couch right now. Even with the unpleasant turn of events, tonight has been everything she could dream of. If only they had more time alone…

Benji is still asleep, spread out on the bed when Annalise wakes up. Rubbing her eyes she sees that it’s only barely past eight, so Benji will be asleep a little longer for sure. She carefully gets out of the bed and ties her hair up, trying her best to tame her messy locks. When she walks out of the room she hears glasses clinking downstairs and arriving to the kitchen she is surprised to see Harry there, deep in focus as he is trying to figure out how to make the coffee machine work.

“Morning!” she smiles walking inside. He turns in the direction of her voice, a smile playing on his pink lips. He is wearing the same clothes as last night, but his hair is now messy, eyes a little puffy from his sleep.

“Hey! Sorry for barging into the kitchen alone, just wanted to make some coffee.”

“It’s alright,” she smiles back and stepping closer she steals a quick kiss. “Let me help.”

The two of them move around each other, Harry finishes up the coffees after Lis has showed him how to make the machine work, and in the meanwhile she makes some toasties quickly. Then they sit at the kitchen island, eating silently and appreciating this moment they have to themselves in the morning.

“Lis, I wanted to talk about something.”

“Yeah?” she turns to him, sipping on her coffee.

“I’m… flying to LA in two days.”

She stops chewing as his words sink in. All this time she almost completely forgot that Harry’s life is not always based in London. They were just lucky enough to have some time to themselves with him staying in the same place for a longer time.

“Oh. Okay.”

“It’s gonna be two weeks. I have some important meetings and stuff to take care of.”

“Sure, understandable.”

He puts his mug down and turns to her fully. She does the same, their eyes meeting and they both seem anxious and fragile in the moment. Reaching out he takes her hands between his warm palms, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I want you to know that while I’ll be away, I will… I won’t be…” He doesn’t seem to find the right words and she finds it cute, a smile tugging on her lips. “Fuck, what I’m trying to say is that I think of us as… that we are exclusive. This is what I’m trying to say, that I won’t be… looking for someone else?”

“You are so cute when you are nervous,” she chuckles.

“Sorry, it always feels so weird to talk about this kind of stuff,” he admits breathing out shakily. “But anyway, this was my way of saying that I see us as a… couple.”

“That’s cool, because I see us the same way,” she smiles. “And I’m glad you won’t be looking for someone else in LA,” she adds chuckling, making him laugh as well.

“I’m sorry I need to leave though,” he breathes out, his hands finding her knees. His fingers start drawing little circles to her exposed skin.

“It’s fine, I understand,” she smiles gently. It’s not that she likes the idea of him being so far away, but just like she has her own baggage, he comes with his own as well and she is more than ready to accept him just as he is.

Leaning in he kisses her lips softly and just as he is about to drag it out a little, footsteps are heard from the stairs and he leans back just in time before Benji appears.

“Hey baby. Feeling better?”

“Yes. I’m hungry!” he states, climbing to the third stool at the kitchen island. “Hi Harry,” he nods in his way, not even caring about why he is here in the morning.

“Mornin’ Benji,” he smirks at the boy as Lis goes to make some more toasties for him.

Following breakfast Benji is off to clean up his room a little, so Harry and Lis have some alone time. Annalise walks Harry out to his car and they stop before he would get inside, turning to Lis for a kiss.

“Stay safe, okay? Need you back in one piece,” she tells him, feeling shy, but warm at the same time from being able to say that to him.

“Oh you do?” he smirks down at her teasingly, kissing her softly as his hands find her waist, pulling her close to him.

“I do,” she smiles. “So, see you in two weeks?”

“Yeah. I’ll call you though. Thanks for the breakfast.”

He presses one last kiss to her lips, forcing himself not to drag it any longer because if he did, he knows he won’t be able to leave anytime soon. She steps away from the car as he gets in, smiling at each other through the window before he starts the car. She watches him drive away with a heavy heart, thinking about how hard it will be to not see him for two weeks. But there’s nothing she can do about it.

Harry has always felt like he had different lives in different cities. He is like another man in London, in New York and in LA, the three cities where he mostly spends his time. It’s not exactly a change in him whenever he is in another place, more like the people that surround him and he hasn’t had any hustle switching whenever he was traveling.

However, for the first time in years, he finds himself being an outsider in LA, his heart lusting to go back to London, to Annalise.

One meeting follows the other, he has a few fittings and an interview as well, joined with a photoshoot. He finds himself rather lucky to be so busy, otherwise he would surely feel the homesick kicking in harder than ever. He hasn’t had any problem with it since he was nineteen, he has gotten used to living all over the place. It took him quite some time to accept that he has to be away with his mum and sister, but now he has to go over the same thing with Annalise, knowing that she won’t be able to travel with him, but still, he is planning on the long run with her, so he has no other choice than get used to it.

The bar is packed, after all it’s a Friday night. That’s exactly why Harry didn’t want to come out, but he was kind of forced. Sitting in the corner of the booth he is trying to let loose and enjoy his time with his friends, nursing a beer that’s been sitting on the table in front of him for a while now.

When Jeff returns from the call he had to make quickly outside, he eyes Harry suspiciously. It’s not like him to be so closed off and distant, he is usually the first one to ask for a round of shots, but not tonight.

“Everything alright, mate?” he asks grabbing Harry’s attention.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” “So why the long face then?”

“Just… not in the mood, I guess,” he shrugs it off, but he can’t fool someone who has known him as long as Jeff.

“Okay, does this have anything to do with the songs you’ve been writing?”

“Who told you?” he smirks in disbelief as Jeff takes a sip from his beer.

“Mitch might be quiet, but he surely likes to gossip,” he chuckles lightly. “So, who is the girl?”

“Met her on New Year’s Eve. Thought I would never see her again, but then we ran into each other and… I haven’t stopped thinking about her since then,” he truthfully admits. “She is the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, Jeff. So not like anyone else I’ve ever known.”

“Woah, she really got you.”

“Yeah,” he nods chuckling. “I’m just so afraid of messing it up.”

“Why would you? It sounds like it’s heading in the right direction.”

“She… She has a kid so it’s a little complicated. I just really don’t want to mess anything up, because it would be twice as bad. I would hate to know I disappointed Benji.”

“Wait, so you met the kid too?”

“I did, he is a fun little guy,” he chuckles thinking back at the time he has spent with Benji. From the time they played UNO at his house, through the football game Harry went to just as he promised, all the way to when he took Benji and Lis to their favorite pizza place one afternoon when Lis told Harry through the phone that he’s had a shitty day. Harry didn’t hesitate to end his meeting a little early just so he could pick them up and take them to their favorite place for a slice. He will never forget the shine in both Benji’s and Annalise’s eyes that day. Right then he knew he would do anything for the both of them without a second thought. The fact that he was falling for Lis faster and deeper than ever kind of scares him, but he is ready to give the feeling everything he has.

“Man, you are whipped!” Jeff chuckles leaning back in his seat. “Should I be planning your hiatus?” he asks half-jokingly, though they both know if Harry were to decide to take some time off, Jeff would support him no matter what’s the reason behind it.

“No, not yet. We are still just trying to make it work,” Harry smiles at him, just the thought of being an official couple with Lis makes his heart beat ten times faster.

“Look, just make sure you communicate. You know you sometimes suck in that, but I think that’s what she needs the most.” “Yeah, I know.”

“She is responsible for a kid too, she needs to know exactly what you think, she probably doesn’t have any time or energy to play games.”

“I don’t want to play games with her.”

“Great. Then use your head, think and then talk. It can’t turn out too bad if you follow these easy steps.”

Harry nods, taking a mental note, hoping he won’t forget about the advice when he needs it the most.

The conversation around them carries on and Jeff soon abandons their discussion, leaving Harry with his own thoughts. He has been thinking about Annalise continuously ever since he left her house that morning and his time apart from her just made him realize how deeply he feels for her truly. Every second, every minute, he just wants to know what she’s doing and if she’s alright. Their little FaceTime calls have been his favorite parts of his days and in all honesty, he can’t wait to get back to London and hold her in his arms.

Excusing himself from his group of friends, he walks out of the bar to the street, finding himself a secluded spot on the corner. He does some quick math in his head coming to the conclusion that she is probably already up, getting ready for work, so he decides to just call her without texting first. Luckily, Annalise has been up for a while when the call arrives, a wide smile tugging on her lips as she answers it right away.

“Hey!” she greets him, her voice alone warms his chest.

“Hi, I didn’t wake you, right?”

“No, I just finished my morning coffee. Where are you?”

“Just out with a few friends.”

“So then why are you calling me?” she chuckles softly.

“Because… I missed your voice, so I called you,” he admits a little shyly, a blush warming his cheeks that she can’t see now, unfortunately. “I miss you.”

“Miss you too, Harry. But you’ll be back soon, right?”

“Yes. I can’t wait to see you again and kiss you again.”

“Why are you being so cheesy all of a sudden?” she laughs, but secretly, she loves knowing he feels the same way as she does.

“Sometimes I’m cheesy. You don’t like it?” he smirks, hearing her laugh through the line.

“I like it, don’t worry.”

“How was your day yesterday?” he asks and then he just listens to her talking.

With a crowded bar behind him, a group of people waiting for his return, he still stays outside listening to Annalise tell him about the smallest things that happened to her lately. And he loves every second of it. If only she didn’t have to leave to work, he would willingly and happily stay there and talk to her for hours.

“Alright, I need to help Benji get ready. Talk to you later?”

“Yeah, tell Benji I said hi.”

“Will do. Take care!”

“You too. Bye.”

As the call ends, he stays put for a little longer, opening up his camera roll, scrolling down a little until he finds the photo he took of Lis at one of their lunch dates. She is laughing wholeheartedly, wearing her scrubs and an oversized zip-up hoodie, cheeks slightly blushed from something he said. He hasn’t been the kind to set up personal photos as his lockscreen, but looking at this picture the urge is stronger than ever, though he knows he can’t. Fans are always so eagle-eyed when it comes to paparazzi photos, he doesn’t want them to start speculating if they accidentally get a glimpse of his screen. Instead, he opens up his text thread with Lis and types her a quick message.

Harry: Miss you. Have a great day Xx.

Just a few moments later comes her reply.

Lis: Miss you too, can’t wait to see you again :)

Lis: Harry, forgot I had a parents’ meeting in Benji’s school tomorrow. Can’t make it to the airport :(

Harry: Don’t worry about it. When will you be off?

Lis: God knows… these stuff last forever ugh

Harry: Just text me whenever it ended and I can come over or something

Lis: Will do and I’m so sorry!

Harry: It’s all good :)

Harry can’t help but sigh as he rereads the texts he exchanged just before his plane took off. He was really looking forward to meet Lis as soon as she got off work, but her parental duties come first as always and though he knows she can’t do anything about it, the situation still upsets him. He had a dinner reservation for the two of them since she said Benji would stay over at Chloé’s for the night, giving the whole evening and night to them, but it all just went down the drain when her text found him while he was packing to leave.

When the plane touches down and Harry makes his way through the terminal, he still finds himself looking around, hoping to see Annalise’s bright eyes, though he sees nothing but strangers around him.

Arriving home he breezes through the packing quite fast since he has been doing it a lot in the past decade. He makes a quick trip to the nearby Tesco to fill up his fridge and he buys some snacks in hopes Lis will call soon and he can be over so they can watch a movie and hopefully stay unbothered for the rest of the night.

Around seven, he shoots her a quick what’s up? text that stays unanswered, but also unread. He figures she is still stuck at the meeting so he tries to make himself busy with sorting out some emails he has been delaying to answer to in the past two days. Hour passes after hour and Harry’s hope to see Lis slowly starts to vanish. When the clock strikes nine he figures she won’t be calling anytime soon since it’s a weekday and he knows she doesn’t like staying up late when she has work the next day.

He is just about to give up on the waiting and take a shower, get ready to bed when his phone finally chimes. He basically throws himself at it, opening it faster than light.

Lis: let me in? :)

He stares down at the screen a tad bit longer, his breath caught in his throat as he realizes that he should do something. Dropping the phone to the couch he rushes to the front door, seeing her standing at the gate through the security cameras, so he quickly opens it for her, throwing the door open.

Lis walks up to the house with rushed steps, both of them smiling widely and Harry still can’t believe she just showed up.

“What happened to texting me when you’re done?” he asks in disbelief.

“Thought I would surprise you,” she giggles just as they meet halfway and Harry doesn’t hesitate to envelope her in his arms, lips pressing to hers so hard she bends backwards, right into his hands that press into her waist.

“I’m proper surprised, baby,” he smirks against her lips, making her chuckle.

“Yeah? Do you want to be even more surprised?” Harry’s eyebrows rise.

“Always.”

“I’m wearing a corset and tights under this,” she whispers in excitement and his eyes light up like it’s Christmas day.

Without a word he picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder to bring her inside, she laughs loudly, feeling like a rag doll, but she doesn’t mind it a bit. Not tonight.

When the front door closes behind them and her feet meet the floor again, he stares down at her with pure lust and hunger in his eyes. She is wearing a little black dress with a thin trench coat on top, paired with nude heels, her hair is pinned up with a hairclip and she is wearing only a thin layer of makeup, barely anything. Harry looks down at her and thinks to himself: he will never find another woman like her. Not that he wants to.

“Before we do anything, let me set an alarm, because I won’t be thinking about it once I get started with you. When do you need to leave in the morning to pick Benji up before work?” he asks, quickly shuffling into the living room to grab his phone from the coffee table.

“We don’t need an alarm,” she softly says, making him arch his eyebrows. “Benji is staying at Chloé’s and she is taking him to school as well and I have the day off tomorrow.”

“Really?” he asks, stunned that they have a whole day to themselves.

“Yeah. I just need to pick Benji up from school in the afternoon.”

“What months is this?” he then suddenly asks, earning a puzzled look from Annalise.

“Um, what?”

“Just asking because I’m pretty sure it must be the 1st of February and my fucking birthday to have you all to myself for this long,” he states and she can’t help but laugh at him. Walking over to him, she grabs the phone from his hands and tosses it to the couch beside them before curling her arms around his neck, pressing her body up against his hard chest.

“Consider this a late birthday gift, if you’d like. We weren’t too close back then, so I wasn’t able to give you anything.”

“You mean you were trying to keep yourself away from me back then, right?” he teases her, but she just rolls her eyes at his comment.

“You want me to keep myself away from you now, Styles?” she cheekily challenges and he shakes his head immediately, hands latching onto her waist to keep her close in case she wants to move away.

“Not at all. In fact, let’s just get rid of this quickly,” he mumbles, hands working fast to slip the coat off her shoulders and then he simply grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it up with a swift movement, leaving her in said corset with a matching set of lingerie. His lips part and he almost gasp at how amazing she looks, even though she feels a little shy in this revealing outfit.

“Thank God for whoever invented corsets,” he mumbles under his breath, eyes glued to her body as she chuckles lightly.

“You gotta help me get out of it though, it needs more than two hands,” she admits stepping closer to kiss his lips shortly.

“Wait, then who helped you put it on?” he asks, feeling his possessive side kick in immediately.

“It was just Chloé. She also didn’t hold back the teasing about me finally getting railed tonight,” she adds with an awkward chuckle. She is not used to talking about sex this openly, especially since she hasn’t done it in ages. Following their failed attempt last time, she’s been stressing even more about her first time with Harry. He has been nothing but the best to her in every sense, she just wants to show him how much it means to her, make him feel good and treat him like he deserves to be treated.

The way she just openly said that she is about to get railed by him does some unholy things to him, though he can’t not notice the hint of anxiousness in her eyes. Cupping her cheeks in his hands he lifts her head up so she is forced to look into his eyes.

“You alright? Are you sure about this?” he asks softly, wanting nothing else than to make her feel safe around him.

“I am. It’s just been a while since I was with someone. I don’t want to… disappoint you.” Her voice dies into a whisper and she licks her dry lips, her nerves taking over her. Harry smiles down at her softly.

“You can never disappoint. Just be honest and open with me, yeah? I want you to enjoy it as much as I will. Tell me what you like and want and I’ll do all that. I’ll do the same, deal?”

A sense of relief washes over her, knowing that she has found the man she’s been looking for so long and he is right there in front of her, ready to please her. Nodding her head shortly she takes a deep breath.

“Harry?” she whispers.

“Yeah?”

“I want… you to take me up to your bedroom,” she tells him and he doesn’t need more. His hands move down to the back of her thigh as he urges her to jump. Her legs wrap around his waist as her lips crash down against his in a passionate, meaningful kiss while he walks up to his bedroom, shutting the world out and giving all of him to the woman he is falling hard for.

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gravitational pull - seo changbin

→genre: brief fake dating, childhood friends to weird enemies to fake lovers to real lovers →synopsis: he was a glimmering star of hope until he exploded, suspending your relationship into a seesawing gravity. →pairing: changbin x gender neutral reader →word count: 8.1k →warnings: hyunjins kinda mean at one point, mentions of alcohol

Mulch crunches beneath the adolescent shoes of your classmates. One intention is shared, in this playground warfare, and it’s to get a swing.

You disregard the heap rushing towards the ones closest, for your gaze is set on the far end of the swingset. And it is just within your reach. Your eyes narrow as you outstretch a palm, prepared to feel the coolness of the rusty chain.

The chain sways away from you beneath the harsh touch of another boy.

You stare at him with wide eyes, mouth fallen agape.

He smiles, the plastic seat dipping beneath his weight. “This one’s mine.”

A small shake in your tone as you return, “I was here first.”

“So? Everyone knows this is my swing.”

You slowly nod, taking small footsteps backwards. Hwang Hyunjin is bigger than you. And more accustomed with goons of friends. There’s no point in fighting.

Though as you start for the abandoned monkey bars (their vibrant red paint chipped to a sad haze) with blurry vision faulting your path, a voice booms over the rush between your ears.

You glance in the direction. A short boy sits in a stationary swing, smiling as though it is all he’s ever known. He waves you over.

Taking all of the precautions, you glance over your shoulder to make sure he’s talking to you. When you confirm, you drag your feet along the mulch.

You flinch when he stands, bringing guarding forearms to protect your face. The blow never comes.

“You can take my swing,” he says. You peek at him through your shield. His puffy cheeks are still indented with the smile. And his hands, not balled into a fist, lay calmly at his side.

You blink, slowly lowering your defense. “W-Why?”

He laughs, “That’s what friends are for. Duh.”

The laugh that trembles over your lips is shaky and foreign. You reach for the chain.

“I’ll push you!” he declares, rushing behind you as you steady yourself in the small seat.

He pulls you from the ground, the tips of your shoes trailing back amber woodchips.

The tip of your nose kisses the blue sky. Though, inevitably, the time comes when you must fall back to the earth. Steady hands push against your back, returning you to freedom. You find yourself grinning each time.

The next day, Changbin saves you the swing beside him. He waits until you are ready before kicking off on the ground. You swing in sync, sharing a few glances under the sun’s hugging rays.

It only takes a week before he’s begging his mother to arrange a playdate. And to your luck, he follows through with the promises, meeting you at your doorstep that Saturday. He guides you a block over to his house. He must be a good kid if his mother entrusted him with such a task, bringing two first-graders over. One returning home and one in need of a home away from home.

His mother is extremely nice, smiling at you each time you catch her eyes. She sets a plate of fruit on the coffee table while you and Changbin battle over the next Spongebob episode. His sister comes out of her room, too, asking you whether you prefer Barbies or Matchbox.

Elementary school passes like this. Recess is spent with his presence, as is lunch and gym and any class freetime. On the off days that it rains, barring you inside the school, you play Mancala. It’s totally civil. Not once does Changbin storm off when he loses. He merely shrugs and offers to set up the next round.

So unusual, though each time you find yourself smiling.

After an emotional graduation party—emotional for the teachers and family, you mean—he hands you a small piece of paper.

“What’s this?” you curiously look at him. His tie has loosened since the ceremony and his hair is ruffled by his father’s hand.

“My phone number. I won’t be in town this summer, but I still wanna keep touch with you.”

You smile down at the small digits. Neatly, you fold the post-it before slipping it into your pocket. You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into his touch as he wraps his arms around your waist. “I’m gonna miss you,” you announce, voice muffled by his shoulder.

“It’s only one summer,” he reassures. “Plus, I’ll bring you back something nice. A keychain or something.”

You laugh through the sting that stabs your body, nodding. One summer cannot mark the end of the world, you tell yourself as you watch his car drift over the hill leading into town.

ii.

On the first, dreaded, day of middle school, you scan the halls carefully. The new faces do not scare you as much as the lack of his does. Each call was sent to voicemail. And each time the dial sounded, you frantically returned the phone to the receiver. Maybe he had accidentally miswrote the number. Or maybe he was too busy to return your calls. Summer has that effect on people, you think, where you have so much fun you forget the things you used to do daily. Like a memory disorder.

You finally see him in the lunch line. A breath of fresh air invades your lungs as you rush over to him.

“Changbin! How was your summer? I called, but you never answered,” you grin, nudging his shoulder.

He does not shoot you a glance, nor does he send a glare. Instead, he keeps his eyes glued on his shoes. A sharp pain strikes your chest—that breath might have been poison.

You gently shove his shoulder again, forcing a shaky laugh as you continue, “Hello? Anyone in there?”

The boy in front of him spins on his heel. His eyes are cold, painful, as they meet yours. “Can’t you tell he doesn’t wanna talk to you?” Hyunjin scoffs. “Go somewhere else, dumbass.”

Hesitantly, you look to Changbin. Surely, he’ll defend you, right?

Right?

His eyes have traveled to the lunch menu, displayed on a TV in cheap font. Far away from this conversation.

You nod, looking back to Hyunjin. His abrasive eyes are still waiting for you, eagerly begging you to move on. “Sorry, then,” you murmur as you start for the bathroom that will become your haven.

Behind you, Hyunjin’s loud laugh taunts you. Hidden beneath it is a quieter one that stabs you in the chest. Something painful blurs your vision, twists your insides, and curls the corners of your lips as you try to fight it.

You were a fool to think he was different. Elementary promises should never be trusted.

Secondary school passes in dreary blinks. Watching Changbin run for class president. Bubbling in his name despite everything. Hearing Changbin got the lead role in Cinderella. Showing up despite the physics test you had to study for.

You wonder momentarily if Newton was behind this twisted feeling in your chest. Drawing you to him—like a moth to a flame. You even scan his sister’s Instagram from time to time, finding a picture of Changbin framed carefully beneath the stars, a twinkle in his eye.

You watch from afar as he accepts his diploma, a careful smile seated on your lips.

A bitter taste haunts your tongue as you pack for college.

“This is good for me,” you mutter to yourself. “I’ll be far, far away from him. I can move on.”

Some things are better left unsaid.

iii.

Awkward introductions replay in your memory as you get ready for your first college class. Seven fifteen, physics with Professor Kim. Denoted as one of the best in the country. Physicist and professor, respectively. It would be a lie to say he didn’t take part in your decision to attend this college. And the ocean, which is only a fifteen minute walk (that’s what the RA told you when you moved in).

You arrive with a hot americano precisely on time.

As you climb the lecture hall’s steps, your eyes drift among the sea of unfamiliar faces. One in particular sticks out—a glimmer of hope among the trenches. You raise a hand to wave, a smile quirking your lips. But, at the face directly next to him, you drift back.

Evidently, you didn’t move far enough.

You stand at the edge of the aisle, glancing down at the empty seat. “Hey, is this spot empty?”

Hope looks back at you with shock glazing his features. “Oh my God, Y/N! Of course. I didn’t know you decided to come here,” Minho smiles, tugging his notebook closer to allow you more room.

You pull out the chair, glancing at the boy on the other side of him. “I didn’t really tell anyone where I was going.”

He fills the silence with his tales of life, occasionally glancing at Changbin to see if he wants to add something. Each time, he is met with the boy’s indifferent profile. Mindlessly scrolling through his phone, though not once stopping to read one of the passing captions or like a picture.

Professor Kim claps, fizzling any remaining conversation. The syllabus fades in your mind as you wonder how Changbin’s summer went. Maybe he spent it with his sister. Or perhaps he accompanied a love interest to a string of dates.

This thought shoots a concoction of contradicting emotions through your heart. You return distracted eyes to Professor Kim just as he’s dismissing class, burying a content fist into the customly tailored pocket of his navy suit. Minho turns to you immediately, filling your ears with proposals to coffee and lunch and maybe you could come to the dorm later and catch up. Changbin’s ears perk up as he begs for Minho’s eyes.

For a split second, his eyes fall on you before they dart away.

“I need to get back to my dorm,” you announce when you can finally slip into Minho’s breaths of pause. “My roommate’s waiting.”

“Who’s your roommate? Maybe we know him.”

You fight a laugh when he finally glances back at Changbin, who has long since given up. “His name’s Yang Jeongin.”

iv.

While Minho is overly focused on you, begging you to tell him what happened after he moved in tenth grade, Changbin pretends you do not exist. When the conversations trail outside of the lecture hall, he clings to Minho’s side but does not speak. His eyes stay glued to the sidewalk. Or his textbook, whose cover he seems very invested in.

So when Professor Kim announces a project, your heart thumps a little too fast.

Minho grabs your arm, “Be my partner?”

Changbin kicks his leg. “Dude.”

He glances back at him, as though nothing he has said goes against him. “What? Just join our group.”

Changbin’s eyes find yours reluctantly. They ignite a spark in your fingertips as you reach for a pen. “Can I?”

You smile as your head twitches in a nod. “Of course.”

The plan is this: meet at the library on October 15th (a Saturday, you realize) at 1 P.M. “Expect to be there long, I wanna get this done ASAP,” Minho adds as he downs the rest of your americano.

When the day finally comes, despite your daily prayers that time would somehow freeze or somehow skip over the day, you leave your dorm right when you need to. Early October aids a brusque breeze, and you wrap your jacket around you as you approach the small crosswalk. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you dread the inevitable message.

Lee Minho [12:59 P.M.]: Sorry guys, I can’t make it. Mama Lee’s in town and wants to see her favorite son.

It’s too late to go home, you realize, when shoes scrape against the cement and a sigh penetrates the silence. “I cannot stand him,” the voice mutters behind you.

You turn to him, offering pitied condolences with a small smile. “Just the two of us, huh?”

He nods. “Guess so.”

A loud hum draws closer as his foot leans down for the asphalt. You look to the source, seeing a red car barreling down the street. You gasp, grabbing Changbin’s sleeve and tugging him back on the sidewalk. The horn echoes in the back of your head like an alarm.

His eyes are wide when they find yours. “T-Thank you,” he stutters, cocking his head a little. As though, for the first time, he is taking in your appearance.

You realize your grip is still tight on his wrist and you let go, tensing up. “You’re welcome.”

In the library, you work in silence. As though nothing happened outside. As though your entire history lies merely within the timespan of a few weeks. Minho serving as the mutual friend to your forced, awkward friendship.

He shoots you a dizzying look as he turns his packet to you. “Can you look this over?”

The tip of your eraser taps a number. “This has to be meters per second, not centimeters per second.”

A small sigh tumbles over his bottom lip as he realizes, “That’s why the final answer looked so weird. Thank you.”

The corner of your lip must have an opposite gravity to it, because it curls upward without intent.

Returning to class the next Monday leaves the soft hint of a calm lavender in the air. You share a quick, almost childish, glance with Changbin before settling back into the tune of physics. Newtons and joules and all the fun things that make up energy.

The next few weeks pass with a quiet hum, one that hangs in the background and, if you lose sight of it, you’re scared you’ll lose it forever. It’s a time of your life where you will look back with a sigh and whisper, “How did I not realize how good I had it?”

At your peak, you fall onto your bed on a Friday night. Jeongin scribbles impatient homework answers while your eyes fall shut.

The storm of your phone blaring its tune awakes you.

Lee Minho calls to remind you that he expects you to arrive at his ‘rager of a birthday party.’ He tells you the address, enthusiastically repeating himself (like an auctioneer) as you try to find a pad of paper. Jeongin’s jumping up to fix his hair before you even hang up.

You’re really not sure what you expect as you drag your roommate in tow towards the destination. Though, when you feel the tremble of music and hear shouts from the lawn of the frat house, you somehow know you’re in the right place.

The foyer is packed with jumping bodies. Leaning on the stairs, a red solo cup in hand, is the man of the hour. His cheeks are dusted in a light coating of heat and, as you approach him, you notice that glitter brushes soft highlights along his cheekbones.

“Happy early birthday!” you shout over the music.

He dizzily turns to you and drags you towards his chest in a swift motion. “Y/N! Thank you for coming!”

You had no choice. It was either come to the party or admit yourself to Lee Minho’s terrifying grudge list.

Despite this, you return with a grin, “Of course!”

When he lets you go into the stale air, he shoves his cup into your hand. “Try some,” he nods.

You tip the plastic to your lips. As the liquid scrapes the back of your throat, you flinch back. “What is this?” Your face twists.

“Just vodka and Coke.”

You hastily return the cup to him and glance around. Jeongin has disappeared to a desolate corner, you presume. A spark of jealousy runs through your veins.

“Where’s the bathroom?” you find yourself asking Minho.

He points down a vacant hallway and tells you it’s the last door on your left. You thank him before scurrying in that direction.

Your knock echoes, though nothing returns. The pale wood feels cold against your cheek as you listen for any life inside. You find it safe to enter. Instantly, you press your palms against the cold marble. Identical eyes stare into each other in the mirror until your eyes slip to the pale, spotless basin. You stare into the milky dome absently, pondering why you feel so odd being here. And for a moment you forget where you are, lost in the dizzying world of your thoughts.

Until you hear the choked sob from behind the shower curtain.

It takes you by surprise. Hesitantly, you reach out for the navy shield.

“Ch-Changbin?” you stutter, staring down at the boy in a mess of shock.

His legs are drawn to his chest as trails of tears line his cheeks. He lets out a squeak as he looks up to you. Arms fall to his sides as he leans forward. Though, he appears to have no intention of stopping, surrendering himself to gravity.

Your hands find his shoulders merely moments before his nose slams into the porcelain. “Are you drunk?” you whisper.

Though, in return, he sobs. “I’m sorry.”

Something pierces your chest. Your lips part to say something, but the words are clogged in your throat.

“I was such an idiot,” he slurs, swaying gently.

“What’re you talking about?” you finally ask.

His balled fist slams against the tub. “You!” he shouts, face twisting as he releases another cry.

You flinch back.

“My mom always asks how you’re doing, no matter how many times I tell her. My sister still has a grudge. Hell, even Hwang Hyunjin thinks I’m an idiot and he’s the one who tricked me into leaving you!”

He leans his cheek against the wall, once again releasing a cry. Though, this one, he fights to hold back. It scalds the air in a whimper.

Quieter, he admits, “You were the only person I’ve ever felt safe with.”

You sigh, looking down at your shoes. Those days when you wondered what had gone wrong, staring up at your blank ceiling and trying to relive his smile as quiet tears fell to your pillow, wash down the drain.

He watches intently as you climb into the tub. You do not look at him as you slowly lean against the wall he rests his cheek on. Instead, you stare at the mahogany finish of the small cabinets. Regardless, you can feel his eyes burning holes into your cheek. In this cold porcelain cage, all you can hear is the distant thumping of music and the occasional sniffle from the boy beside you. You smile at the familiarity of it, returning you to your former years cozied up on a playground. No worries back then, you jealously note with a muted snicker.

“I missed you,” you finally say. Tears blur your vision, warping the defined lines of wood into a mess of color.

When you bring yourself to look at him, his eyes are closed. You lean a little closer to see if he’s sleeping. Reluctant lips part as he whispers, his breath hot and reeking of tequila, “I missed you too.”

vi.

One of the things you come to realize is that Changbin’s smile has never changed. There’s still that little indent where his cheeks fold over and each time he offers a glimpse at it you are returned to the days of the swing.

Thanks to the drunken night (half drunken night, you should say, since he had enough for both of you), Changbin has allowed a sneak peek back to his life. Strictly over text, though. You’re not sure why he’s never asked to meet up—maybe it’s too much too fast, you think—but you cannot find it in you to complain. He’s back after all these years and that seems to be enough.

So you endure it, texting him until the early hours of the morning and fascinating yourself over all of these things you have missed.

Seo Changbin [2:39 A.M.]: My sister and I went to the elementary school a couple of weeks ago.

Looking at your phone burns your eyes, as does the weird feeling in your chest.

Y/N [2:40 A.M.]: Really? Has it changed much?

Seo Changbin [2:40 A.M.]: The kids after us got all the cool playground equipment :(

Seo Changbin [2:40 A.M.]: I should take you there one day haha. I think that’d be fun.

You fight the giggle that wishes to flee, glancing up at a sleeping Jeongin for reassurance.

Waking up in the morning is aided with fleeting regrets, though beneath it you realize there is a small skip in your step. One that flares a heat in your face when you walk into the physics classroom and reach to meet Changbin’s eyes. And there, waiting, is his gaze and a small smile.

Maybe you have it bad for Seo Changbin, you think, as Professor Kim begins talking about Newton’s Third Law.

vii.

Yang Jeongin is broadcasting his homework onto the cheap projector he bought on Amazon for $50. “Isn’t it so cool?” he marvels as his red pen underlines a key part of his notes.

You absently nod, glaring at your textbook. Between the lines is a screaming thought that cascades a waterfall of forget towards your upcoming exam. You fail to notice your phone buzzing against your bed. Daydreams are dangerous like that.

“Y/N,” Jeongin’s voice finally snaps you out of it. You look to him, standing at the door and lazily holding the knob. “You’ve got a visitor.”

Your heart leaps in your chest as you rush to take his spot. Before you can tug the door open, he presses a hand on your shoulder. “Be careful around him, please.”

You watch as he struts and flops down on his bed, opening a comic book above his head.

As you open the door, a little more hesitant than before the interaction with Jeongin, you smile.

Changbin is watching the end of your hall and playing with the sleeves of his hoodie. When he senses your presence, he finally breaks his trance and offers a smile. He keeps his voice low, “Can I talk to you?”

You nod, ignoring the annoying thump thump of your heart, “Sure. What’s up?”

“In private,” he adds, peeking over your head at Jeongin. Maintaining his hold on the comic book, though his eyes have drifted to you with a parental glare.

You shut the door behind you. His footsteps draw towards the common area, and you follow. There’s a silence draped over you until he abruptly stops in the middle of the hallway and turns to you. “I need you to pretend to date me.”

You blink. “W-What?”

He draws his bottom lip between his teeth momentarily before continuing, “I made a stupid bet and I kind of really need the money.”

A shroud of toughness hides your instant willingness to help. “What do I get out of this?”

His eyes radiate the innocence of a child. They draw you to a distant memory, one that you might have seen in a movie and forced into a memory, but you’re not sure. You were at his house after he broke his arm and he cried, those same eyes staring at you as he whined about how much it hurt. And how itchy his arm was beneath the cast.

Your heart softens, and you have to fight the crumbling beneath your feet.

“Whatever you want,” he assertively nods. “Seriously.”

You sigh. “Do you have a plan?”

“I always have a plan,” he smiles, pulling you into a grateful hug. His hoodie smells vaguely of ramen with a hint of sealike cologne you might find in Lee Minho’s bathroom. You find yourself smiling as your hands rest on his back.

viii.

His hand, admittedly, feels a little odd in your hand. The last time you had held his hand was in second grade, when you went to the zoo on a field trip. Your class was already flooding into the bird exhibit with anticipation and exuberance. But you were crying your eyes out at the mere thought of seeing a parrot. (This unfounded fear is all thanks to Spongebob)

Changbin’s hand slipped into yours and slowly urged you in, mumbling that if you didn’t go you’d get stuck there forever. And then, he had whispered, the parrots might eat us alive. Even then, his hand was oddly clammy and a little sticky.

But now, as he guides you through the small neighborhood, you feel a calm mix of elation and awkwardness. Sure, this is groundbreaking material for you and your “small” crush on him. However, he’s not doing this because he likes you. He’s doing this because he needs some cash and you were a means of aiding him.

“Where are we going?” you ask, a cloud of your breath expanding from your lips. It’s only the beginning of November.

“You’ll see,” he glances over at you, a small smile painted on his pale cheeks.

There’s a small line of shrubs on your side of the sidewalk. Serving as a break in them is a metal archway, accompanied by a small wooden sign reading: Gyeonghwa Park. He turns into it, guiding you into the small fenced area. A two person swing set stands in the corner, absent seats trembling in the breeze. There’s a few wooden benches, though most are tainted in a layer of leaves.

“Ta-da,” he says, gesturing with his free arm at the small park.

You look around to the little duck statue in the corner. “I don’t mean to be rude, but why are we here again?” you turn to him. His hand burns against your skin like a constant reminder.

“I can’t take you to our playground, so I thought we could settle for here as our first fake date,” he smiles. “Plus, we need couple pictures and I think this works well.”

You’re grateful for the breeze that dashes pink across your cheeks, disguising the heat that has rushed to them at his words. “R-Right,” you stutter.

He takes a seat on a leafless bench and slips his phone from his pocket. As you reluctantly sit beside him, you watch as he sends texts to his friends. Nothing regarding you, you presume, but when he feels your eyes he quickly closes the chat.

The pictures are poised carefully, his arm resting on the top of the bench behind you, your head tilted towards his as you smile. Without warning, he presses his lips to your cheek as the shutter clicks. You try not to make your flinch obvious.

He pulls back, smiling slightly as he inquires, “Should we kiss to seal the deal?”

Fire poisons your veins as you stare back at him. The invisible mark his lips had left sizzles in the air. “Do you think we should?” you whisper.

He shrugs. “It’ll make it a bit more believable. We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable, though.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. Kiss me.”

The corners of his lips upturn a little further, sending a shiver down your spine—though maybe it was just the wind. He readjusts his phone, glancing to assure you’re both in frame, before leaning in. At first, his lips merely wander in the air before yours, as though he is thinking about the best way to do this. But then, confident lips press against yours. His touch melts away the numbness in your fingers, the shiver of the cold. In this moment of freedom, you wonder if he had ever wondered what your lips tasted like. Because you sure have.

ix.

Each of your fake dates is constructed with careful attention to detail. A trip to the movies (seeing a film you had mentioned wanting to see very briefly over text). A study ‘date’ that didn’t really feel romantic, though he brought you an americano and a fancy pen he stole from his dad’s work.

But your date today is very special. The diner is filled to the brim with hungry college students and elderly couples. In the back, bunched up against the upholstery, are Changbin’s friends. They throw their heads back to laugh as one tells a stupid joke. Changbin leads you down the aisle slowly. He squeezes your hand, whispering over his shoulder, “Thank you, again, for doing this. It means a lot.”

You smile against your will,“That’s what friends are for.”

As you approach, the new and familiar faces turn to you. Some hold smiles, others hold gaping lips.

“I didn’t think you actually found someone willing to date you,” a boy marvels.

“Let alone Y/N! How come I didn’t know you were dating?” Minho shouts, garnering certain harsh looks from neighboring booths.

A glimmering smile finds your lips as you slide into the booth beside him, “You never asked.”

He scoffs. “Am I supposed to ask when anything life-changing happens?”

Changbin files in beside you, sighing, “Not necessarily, but you talk a lot.”

“How long have you been dating?” a boy across from you asks. His cheeks are dusted with light freckles, and a friendly smile paints across his lips.

“Nearly two months,” you glance at Changbin, who nods. The finer details, he stressed, must be known like the back of your hand. A single hair out of place could be the end.

“Are you serious?” Minho booms. His eyes are wide and his lips are parted. Even his eyebrows raise in awe, scratching dull wrinkles across his forehead.

“You do talk a lot,” you mumble.

Before Minho can have the chance to shout profanities aiding his awe, another boy sighs. “Shut up and congratulate them, okay? This is karma for laughing at him when he wanted in on the bet.”

“Thank you, Chan,” Changbin smiles, wrapping an adept arm around your shoulder. Instinctively, you lean into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder.

As the night unfolds, queued by digging questions and the occasional groan from Minho, you nearly forget that this is an act. That when Changbin presses a kiss to your forehead it’s not real.

Outside of the diner, as his friends disperse into their means of transportation, he cups your cheeks and presses a soft kiss to your lips. When he parts, there’s a small smile and a gloss hanging over his eyes. “Thank you,” he whispers.

He promises to pick you up at five. All that remains is the reward, you realize. A simple favor has brought you here, waiting impatiently for his knock on your door. Your heart beats harshly against your chest.

“Why are you even messing with him?” Jeongin mutters, stirring his ramen with the tips of his chopsticks.

You glance up at him, sighing, “I’m not messing with him. I’m doing him a favor.”

“Yeah, but, why? He’s an asshole, Y/N,” he shakes his head. As he shoves the steaming noodles into his mouth, he hisses at the heat and tilts his head to the side.

You watch him as he gulps down water.

At your prolonged silence, he adds, “When is he supposed to pick you up?”

You tap your phone screen, illuminating the time. “Five minutes ago.”

Jeongin drowns his harsh words with more noodles. Though, in between bites, he says, “Maybe he’s standing you up.”

The thought has crossed your mind, though a hollow in your chest wants to believe he wouldn’t do that. Friends, if that’s what you are, don’t do that.

Seconds drift into minutes. And minutes turn into an hour. Jeongin’s gone through three more ramen cups. Your lips ache as you nervously bite them, jumping for your phone at each notification.

At half past six, Jeongin rests into your bed beside you. “I’m sorry,” he whispers as he wraps a cautious arm around your shoulder.

Though, you do not feel anything aside from the irritation blurring your eyes. “Are you okay?” he asks. These simple words open the floodgate.

xi.

His eyes avert yours as though they had never known you in the first place. Minho doesn’t say anything when you lower yourself in the seat beside him. Instead, he cautiously slips you a small note. Large, scratchy words read: are you okay?

You crumble the note in your palm before tucking it into your bag. He does not bother you for the rest of class. Class travels by in grueling moments. Professor Kim’s voice seems slowed, stripped of any tone. When he finally dismisses class, warning that the semester is ending soon, you haphazardly shove your things into your bag and leave.

Over your shoulder, you hear a low smack and Minho mutter, “What the hell is the matter with you?”

It hurts to admit, given that you had known from the beginning, but Seo Changbin used you. Though, despite the anger you should be feeling, you can only find yourself wondering what he needed the money so badly for.

Back at the dorm, Jeongin silently pulls a piece of cake from the small fridge and hands it to you. “Here,” he mumbles. “My friend made it for you.”

You look up at him. “Why?” Your voice is raw from desuetude, crackles like an old radio.

Jeongin bites his lip, eyes slipping to your comforter. “I told him you were having a rough time. Plus, he knows Changbin, so he knows the story.”

You take the paper plate in your fingertips, dragging it toward you. You poke the delicacy with the tip of your fork. “What’s the story?”

A sigh slips past his lips. “That you guys dated and you broke up. That’s all Changbin told them.”

You nod. He must’ve gotten the money and thrown you away.

Your phone buzzes against the mattress. Jeongin leans over to check who it is. When his eyes meet yours again, he informs, “It’s just Minho.”

So you allow yourself to look at your phone.

Lee Minho [9:20 A.M.]: I’m outside your dorm. Let me in please.

You look up to the door, though your energy is below zero. Jeongin grabs your phone, reading the message, before going to answer the door.

“Hey, Jeongin,” Minho pushes past him. He sits at the foot of your bed. “What happened?”

You blink, eyes staring into his absently. “What?”

“With Changbin. Tell me what happened, please. He won’t tell us anything and I’m starting to get worried for both of you. He’s never this quiet and you’re never this sulky,” he reluctantly rests his hand on your knee.

You look at Jeongin, who stands there with arms against his chest. He shrugs, silently telling you it’s up to you.

You sigh. “Where do I start?”

“The beginning, preferably.”

“I think I fell in love with him, but I can’t tell you when. Maybe it was when we were kids. Maybe it was at the party when he apologized,” you slowly say. The words do not feel like yours. A small pit rumbles in your stomach, begging you to continue. “He wanted a favor, to pretend to date him for that bet you guys made. I didn’t ask why he needed the money or why I should do this for him, given all he did to me. I just went with it. And things were great, as far as fake relationships go.”

In your break of silence, you find yourself smiling at all the fake dates. You wonder if the pictures still live in his phone or if he discarded them the moment he got rid of you.

“So you guys faked the whole thing?” Minho’s eyebrows furrow.

You nod. “He was supposed to pick me up on Saturday, but he stood me up. And now we’re here.”

Minho blinks. “Either Changbin’s a good actor or he’s a fucking asshole.”

“It’s the latter,” Jeongin announces as he crosses to his bed.

Minho shakes his head. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Don’t tell him what I said,” you rush. “About loving him or anything.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

After he leaves, Jeongin loudly sighs. “I knew you were in love with him.”

You look at him, slowly nodding, “I didn’t really make an effort to hide it.”

xii.

There are tears irritating your skin as you pull yourself out of bed. Surviving off of Felix’s cake and Jeongin’s ramen cups is less than attractive, but you cannot build enough will to leave your dorm. You ask Minho to take notes in physics for you and he quickly obliges, no questions asked.

Changbin, still, plagues your mind like venom. Each time you think maybe a nap is in order, you shut your eyes and see his smile. Or you’ll think of his lips on yours as he smiles into the kiss. Your eyes shoot open, chest rising heavily. Even when you stare at your ceiling too long, your brain deems it a screen for a memory to play. Casted like Jeongin’s cheap projector.

There was this once, in fourth grade when you grew bored of the swings so you relocated to the plastic blue tunnel. He blocked off one end while you took the other. On hotter days, you’d lay on top of the tunnel. One day, he looked at you across the plastic and asked, “Do you ever think we’ll be grown ups far away from each other?”

You shook your head so confidently. “No. We’re gonna live together. Like roommates.”

Jeongin comes home from his classes with a cup of coffee. He sets it on your nightstand as he whispers, “I’m spending the night at Chan’s tonight. Call me if you need anything.”

You take a sip of the americano. “Thanks, have fun.”

In his wake is a dreaded silence that reminds you of Changbin’s laugh. Time has only plagued it with a dash of depth.

Your phone buzzes. Hesitantly, you roll over and grab it. The metal is cold against your fingers.

Lee Minho [4:29 P.M.]: Hey, I need you to come to the beach. There’s something I want to show you.

The thing that tipped you over the edge when looking for a college was the beach. As you carefully scouted, the grains of sand kept drawing you back. It’s ironic as you realize that you haven’t been once, despite its proximity. You can already feel the bitter cold against your cheeks as you rise from your bed. Dots of dizziness scatter across your eyes.

The mid November air is cooler than you expected as you step out of the complex. You shove balled fists deeper into your hoodie pocket.

The walk to the beach is shorter than you had expected, only passing ten minutes. You see Minho waiting on the wooden slats leading to the sand. He jumps to preserve his heat.

“Hey,” you call out to him.

He looks to you, daring to unveil a pale hand as he waves. When you’re closer he says, “It’s fucking cold out here.”

You nod, looking out onto the vacant sand. Huddled like a speck of trash is a small figure.

“Why’d you want to meet out here?” you return to look at him, a piercing cold slashing your heart at the realization.

His face softens as he glances out towards the black speck in the sand. “Well, he wanted to meet you here but he wasn’t sure if you’d come if he texted. So he dragged me out here.”

You find yourself laughing. “And you agreed?”

“I didn’t know it was negative twenty out here,” he mutters. “So go and talk to him so I can get back in my car.”

You smile. Your heart thunders against your chest and, even though you know you shouldn’t, your feet move towards the small figure. He tugs you in, time and time again.

You glance over your shoulder when you reach him. Minho’s already gone, as though his presence was merely a ghost. You squat next to Changbin, wrapping your arms around your knees.

He looks at you, though you keep focused on the pale water. Brushing up on the sand, pulling back into the ocean.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

You nod. “You always say that.”

“I really am,” he admits. “I know you probably think I’m an asshole, reasonably so, but I really am sorry for everything.”

You finally look at him. “What’d you need the money for?”

He’s taken aback. He had expected more of a heartbreaking confession, a perspective he had not once explored. “Music equipment,” he says. “It’s really for me, Chan, and Jisung.”

You nod, looking back at the water. “I was just a ragdoll so you could get that.”

“Not really,” he whispers. “It was kinda a double positive for me.”

Furrowed eyebrows turn back to him.

“I got the money,” he starts, “and I also got the luxury of pretending to be yours.”

You blink. Your voice is small, barely audible over a gust of wind, “What?”

“Every time I did something stupid that got in between us, I always knew I’d find my way back to you. I was the tide and you were the moon, reaching out and tugging me back into reality. Time and time again, as we’ve come to understand,” he nods, glancing at his red fingers, bitten by the air.

You stare at him. “So why do you keep pushing me away?”

He shrugs. “There was always the fear that you didn’t want to bring me back.”

You scoff, remembering your childhood and the way he kept drawing you closer. You shake your head, words failing you.

“So truly, I am so sorry. You still have your end of the deal, you know. You get whatever you want. You can tell me to fuck off and I’ll go home. Sure, I’d be a little heartbroken, but-”

You cut him off, “Why would I ever do that?”

“Because I treat you like shit to fuel this stupid ideology that you don’t hate me,” he admits. “Even when I don’t try to be, I’m a selfish asshole. I only kissed you because I wanted to, not because of the stupid pictures for the bet. I only asked you for the favor because I wanted to paint this stupid little picture in my head. I only stood you up because I couldn’t bring myself to face you and admit that my stupid fantasy was over.”

“That’s not selfish,” you say. “That’s just very Seo Changbin of you.”

“I really cannot tell if you hate my guts or not,” he sighs, picking up a handful of sand and watching as it trickles down again.

You shake your head. “Minho didn’t tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

You look back at the empty space where the ghost once stood. A sigh of a distant nostalgia slips from your lips—the times you’ve pictured this moment over and over in your daydreams. However, you did not imagine the bitter bite of the wind nipping at your cheeks. “That I’m in love with you.”

“You what?” he gawks, leaning a bit closer. As though his ears deceive him.

Your eyes return to his as you nod. “I love you. I probably have since we were kids. That’s the only reason I agreed to your favor. Because I, too, wanted to be a little selfish.”

His lips slowly curl up into a smile as he releases an abrasive laugh. “How much did Minho pay you to say that?”

“He didn’t. I’m being completely honest. Why else would I be here if I wasn’t stupidly in love with you, huh?”

“Really?”

“Yes, now can we speed this up? It’s fucking cold out here.”

He presses his lips against yours. You expect them to mold against yours like they had in previous weeks, but now they are fiery. It sends tingles down your spine as he cups your cheek. With those internal feelings finally suspended from your body, you can sigh a breath of relief.

You wonder if younger you would be proud.

xiii.

“Are you guys actually dating now or are you just fucking with us again?” one of Changbin’s friends, Jisung, asks as you slide into the same booth as a few weeks ago.

“They are,” Minho intervenes. “I watched them confess and everything. Like a minister.”

“Bullshit,” you mutter. “You went back to your car as soon as I got there.”

Changbin’s laugh tickles against your ear as he scoots in next to you.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t revoke the award,” the freckled boy, who you’ve now concluded is Felix, observes.

“Why?” Jisung asks, bringing the straw of his soda to his lips.

“Because we would have had to give it right back.”

His friends are very welcoming of you, despite the deception that marked your first greeting. Chan catches you in the parking lot as Changbin and Jisung fight over the extra mint the server placed on the table.

“I just want you to know,” he starts with a smile, “that he really loves you. It’s not a front, I promise.”

Your eyes crinkle at the corners as you ask, “Those are suspicious words. How should I trust you?”

“Because he talks about you all the time. I know more about your childhood than I know about mine. Plus, he’s written three songs about you and we don’t even have the equipment to record anything yet.”

You laugh, “You’re in luck, then.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Why?”

You smile, shaking your head. “You’ll find out.”

Changbin returns to your side, a sullen scowl pressed against his lips as he watches Jisung pop the mint into his mouth. Chan dismisses himself to attend to Felix attempting to teach Minho a taekwondo move.

You look over at Changbin, “You’ve written songs about me?”

His eyes widen, “No? Why would I ever do that?”

A giggle bubbles up from your stomach as you shake your head, starting off to his car. Behind you, he repeats the same question urgently.

xiv.

Seo Changbin is like a pest that flies around your head, begging your attention at all moments of the day. He invited you over to his dorm so you could study together, though when you arrived with your textbook and notes, he appeared offended.

“What?” you asked as you settled on his bed, fluffing pillows before leaning against them.

“Studying doesn’t mean studying, it means cuddling,” he pouted.

It’s lucky for him that Minho isn’t home because if he ever heard those words falling from his lips, he’d never hear the end of it.

So that’s why you’re laying your head on his pillow, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you read over your notes.

“What’s the formula for Newton’s law of universal gravitation?” you quiz him when you feel his arms start to loosen with the temptation of sleep.

He hums, “I don’t know. You’re the one with the strong magnetic force. Shouldn’t they call it Y/N’s law of universal gravitation?”

You sigh, setting the spiral notebook on his nightstand before you turn in his arms to face him. The hint of a smile already greets you. You press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. “What’s your grade in physics?”

He looks up at the ceiling as he pretends to think. “38.”

“What?” you hiss, pulling back away from him as though he has an illness you didn’t know about.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that,” he whines, pulling you back. “I only signed up for the class because it reminded me of you.”

You smile. “Why?”

He shyly pouts, “I may have gone out of my way to hear about you when we were in high school.”

“And you never thought to apologize?” you counter, your smile still reigning.

“You looked like you were doing fine without me,” he shyly admits.

“Changbin,” you shake your head. “I had no friends after Minho moved. I chased after you, thinking maybe something would happen.”

He closes his eyes. “Tell me you didn’t see me in Cinderella.”

“I saw you in Cinderella,” you laugh.

He throws his head back and whines. “The pants they put me in were two sizes too big.”

The memory of him standing on stage and having to hold up his pants, disguising it by having his hands on his hips, brings another laugh to the air. “Did they really not have any clothespins or anything?”

“No!” he exclaims, looking back into your eyes. “Fucking Hyunjin was hoarding them all!”

You feel the vibrations of your laugh against the pillow. It’s good being like this, having him tethered close.

He’s in the middle of saying something, probably further pursuing his complaints about high school or Hyunjin, but you do not care. You press your lips against his. A moment of stillness, thanks to his shock, before he kisses you back.

The only word to describe this feeling brewing in your stomach: bliss. Pure, hot bliss.

You hope gravity will keep you grounded here.

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sm-entertain-me · 5 years ago

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Primadonna (M)

Contains: Wong Yukhei/Lucas x (f) reader, adult language, explicit depictions of sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), throatfucking, dom/sub themes, degradation, unprotected sex, anal sex, rough sex, hate sex, hair pulling, marking/biting kink, creampie... pretty much, Lucas is a kinky little shit.

Synopsis: Lucas was sick and tired of how you acted in a social setting. You were always so bitter and resentful to those who weren't in your annoyingly high social level, but he's determined to humble you... one way or another.

A/N: Hello lovelies! I am back from a much needed break. I recently turned twenty, started my junior year in college for accounting and business management, and earned a raise from work. And now I’m back with a vengeance. I apologize to all of those who made requests while I was away and I will try my best to fulfill those in my freetime, which is pretty limited now that classes have started back up. But that’s why I made this super long, smut filled fic about Lucas to make up for my absence. Hope you enjoy and thank you for your patience!

Oh how he hated the way your lips would turn up into a sly smile any time you saw someone of the lower social level go through any kind of turmoil, showing how much you liked to watch the less fortunate suffer. He hated the way you threw your head back whenever anybody who wasn’t considered “hot” tried to utter just one syllable in your general direction, letting them know you were too important to be seen with the likes of those who tried get by with the little popularity they had. Lucas really hated you.

But even though he hated you with almost every fiber of his being, he couldn’t help but love the way you would purposely bend over whenever you wore those short skirts, exposing the delicate lace of your very sultry undergarments. Of course, you would draw out the amount of time your undergarments were on display, purposely pushing your ass out so that your current flavor of the week could get his money’s worth being used purely for eye candy. The thoughts that ran through his head was anything but pure, but Lucas surely isn’t someone to be considered pure.

You on the other hand, tended to appreciate seeing Lucas’ dark eyes mold to the shape of your legs, leading his eyes upward to the swell of your ass before he licked his lips subconsciously. You didn’t know what you liked more about Lucas: his luscious lips that shined sinfully under the blinding lights of the hall, his bad boy persona that had all the girls dropping to their knees whenever he donned a sleeveless shirt with his trademarked leather jacket, or maybe it was his deep voice that caused a small but very significant patch of wetness to form on your panties every time he spoke. Either way, you liked what you saw despite the fact your social circles would never in a million years cross. He was this tall bad boy that hung out with all the skaters and potheads whereas you were the beautiful, preppy maneater who only talked to those who boosted your social status. Pure opposites.

So when you two found each other at a frat party, you didn’t exactly know what to do when you found yourself face to face with the one person who intimidated you to no end. Lucas was wearing that stupid leather jacket with a very pristine looking “V” on the back, showing his alliance to WayV, the university’s most prolific group of boys that had every father locking their doors and rushing their daughters away from view. You were wearing a fashionable off the shoulder crop top to show off your waist, coupled with some black ripped shorts, and a simple pair of Converse. Not usually something you wore out in public, but Lucas certainly wasn’t complaining as he shamelessly checked out your figure, him feeling a slight bulging sensation within his pants. Perhaps he could play along.

“I can’t believe that the most popular and bitchiest girl on campus can be bothered to stand in front of someone like me for more than fifteen seconds, I must be special,” Lucas commented sarcastically as a sinful smirk lined his face, only to disappear from view whenever he took a sip from the mystery liquid in his solo cup. “Is that right princess? Or do you think it’s a huge mistake mingling with someone who isn’t within your obnoxiously high social status?”

After Lucas’ statement, you began to realize why your social circles are not supposed to mix, clearly offended by how crass he was being to someone as important as you. “First of all,” You started, placing your hands on your hips as you stepped forward to show you were neither impressed nor afraid of him. “I’m not this fucking primadonna everyone else has me out to be, so stop acting like I treat every person I meet like scum. And second, you’re not all that high and mighty either pal, so do us all a favor and stop playing into this super sexy bad boy role that you’re so invested in… And don’t call me princess!”

Lucas looked rather bored of you by the way he crossed his arms across his chest and looked down at you with an overwhelming amount of apathy, even taking it so far as to yawn when you spoke. Yet still, a small smirk rested on his face from earlier as he leaned his torso down so his eyes were level with yours, adding to the patronizing atmosphere that surrounded him. “Oh?” Lucas asked as his eyebrows rose, acting like your outburst was significant to him. “You’re not? Huh, interesting. Never thought you would be such a bad liar. And if you don’t want me calling you princess… Should I call you babygirl instead?”

The way his pet name rolled off his tongue sounded like it belonged there, the simple name causing you to feel uneasy. Uneasy meaning that there was definitely a wet patch starting to form on the delicate lace of your thong, your walls clenching around nothing instead of clenching around something of Lucas’. Even though the sight of Lucas made your blood boil because of how cocky he is, he damn sure knew how to get your knees to buckle. The worst part about it though was that Lucas knew he had this effect on you, but he was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to expose it. Like now.

“Babygirl, you gotta tell me what you want,” Lucas cooed as his whole frame relaxed, opting to step forward and capture your face at the space between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes were focused on your facial features, seeing what he could do test your resolve and smirking when he realized you were completely under his spell. That’s when Lucas leaned forward as if to kiss you, but instead trailed his luscious lips along the thin skin of your ear, whispering sexily, “You know these other guys can’t satisfy you the way I can. I’m going to fuck you like the little whore you are and you’re going to love every minute of it. Come on.”

You were always a sucker for a dominant personality, something Lucas knew from the way you melted into his frame when he got you back home and ravaged your neck with his soft lips, careful to pick and choose which spot on your neck was deemed worthy of a well placed bite. Any time Lucas bit down on your neck, you would give a little yelp of surprise to which Lucas would bite harder, desperate to hear your pleas. This was the only time Lucas would ever get to show you how much he hated you; with the most amazing hate sex he could ever think of.

After Lucas was satisfied with the abhorrent shades of red littering your neck and how bruised your lips were from his rough but completely intoxicating kisses, he threw you on his bed and smirked down at you. He was proud he was able to break you down to something so vulnerable and needy for him, licking his lips as his eyes ghosted over your barely covered figure. “Strip for me,” Lucas commanded as he stood at the foot of his bed, his eyes never faltering from yours to show the intensity he held in those cold, brown orbs. Something told you that you didn’t want Lucas have to tell you twice.

Carefully, you grabbed the bottom of your crop top and lifted it high above your head, exposing the eyelash lace of your barely there bra. You took this opportunity to look up at Lucas for permission to keep going, earning a slow nod from him as his hand cupped around his manhood, palming his already significant erection in the confines of his ripped jeans. Your hands then found the top of your shorts, unbuttoning the fabric and sliding it down your thighs until they were at your ankles, laying almost bare for Lucas. But just as you were about to take your panties off, Lucas quickly stopped you by lunging at you and grabbing your wrists to hold them firmly in his hands.

“Hold on babygirl, let’s not go too fast. I want to play with you a little longer,” Lucas remarked, towering over your figure to make you seem completely submissive to him. Before you could respond to his comment, Lucas was already on top of you, settling in between your thighs and glancing down at the prominent bulge in his pants. He then took his eyes to your laced thong, smirking to himself before scooting his body down so his lips were millimeters away from your clothed pussy.

“These won’t do,” Lucas grumbled, mostly to himself. Slowly, you watched as Lucas dipped his head down, pressing a kiss against your clothed pussy. Your hips bucked up subconsciously, quickly shunted by Lucas pushing his hands down on your hips to keep you still while he glared into your eyes. Nodding quickly at Lucas to prove you wouldn’t do it again, Lucas continued to toy around with you and your aroused state. His lips went from pressing against your engorged clit to sucking on the skin above your hipbones, smirking along the skin any time he heard your mewls for him and only him. He was having too much fun with this.

Lucas’ teeth captured the band of your thong, pulling the flimsy fabric down just enough to reveal your embarrassingly drenched pussy to him. “Oh babygirl,” Lucas moaned out as his eyes focused on a small flush of liquid running down your slit. “Already so wet and eager for me… But you’re not getting rewarded for being dripping like some fucking whore off the street. You’re going to work for it.”

Without so much as a word of warning, Lucas plunged his tongue deep into your walls. A small squeal fell from your lips as your pussy was being licked and prodded by Lucas and his talented tongue, but never going to the place you needed him most. While Lucas was working wonders by eating you out like you were his last meal, he purposely neglected your screaming clit, knowing you would get fussy. And just as you were about to lean down and place your finger on your clit to give it some kind of attention, your movements were halted as Lucas grabbed each of your wrists and pinned them next to your hips. He said nothing to you as he threw your legs over his shoulders, pushing his whole face in between your legs to the point his nose was poking against your clit with every ministration he performed on your sopping hole. Oh god you were close.

But Lucas knew this too by the way he could feel your walls clenching around his talented muscle, pulling himself out of you while you whined in protest. All he did was smirk at you as he wiped your juices off of his face, looking down at you disappointingly, “You think you get to cum before I do? Oh no, my sluts wait for me to cum and wait their turn. You’ll be lucky if I even let you cum at all considering you’re the worst of them all. Now get over here and suck me off before I shove it down your fucking throat for you.”

His words were so demeaning but so sensual at the same time as you couldn’t help but nod at him, ultimately switching places with him. Lucas now sat at the head of the bed, still fully clothed with the exception of his leather jacket that now lies on a chair adjacent to the bed. You could tell by the way he was sitting that he was expecting you to undress him, not letting him lift a finger for you.

Not wanting to keep him waiting for very much longer, you joined Lucas on the bed and rested your body in between his sprawled out legs, your eyes focusing on the tent that was standing proudly in Lucas’ pants. That damn smirk was still on Lucas’ face as he watched your hands work at his belt and zipper, undoing the necessary buckles until you were face to face with Lucas’ cock, completely hard and dripping with precum. You watched as a thin drop of Lucas’ precum slide down his shaft at a painfully slow rate, making his already beautiful cock look that much more appealing. Now you really hated him.

Once Lucas threw all of the unnecessary clothing off of the bed so that he was completely bare for you, you slowly took his cock in your hands, making sure to smear precum all along his shaft as more began to spew out of his slit. Your wrist worked wonders on Lucas as you twisted your hand in all the right places, working him to his full length before he impatiently grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you so that your face was inches away from his. “I said to suck me off, not give me a pathetic handjob,” Lucas snarled as he kept his fingers laced through your hair, pulling your face down forcefully to shove his cock into your throat.

You gagged upon impact as Lucas shoved his cock so far into your mouth that it already nudged the back of your throat, tears starting to prick your eyes from the intensity of his movements on your scalp. Lucas was already disappointed in your ability to follow directions, meaning he wouldn’t let you take control in anything. Both of his hands laced their way through your hair as he constantly pushed your head down, ultimately using your throat for anything he wanted. And you just sat there, taking all the abuse Lucas had to offer while simultaneously trying to focus on not throwing up on his cock. That would really make him mad.

The torture on your throat went on for what seemed like forever, but it was probably just five minutes. Lucas was clearly enjoying using your throat as a toy given the way he threw his head back against the headboard, his eyes shut tight while his eyebrows knitted together. A flurry of curse words could be heard falling from his lips the longer he abused your throat, pushing you all the way down on his cock to the point your nose would smack against his pubic bone. If you thought the depth as bad, the speed at which he threw you down on his cock was worse, barely allowing you to recover from the next harsh thrust into your mouth.

As Lucas was nearing his climax from abusing your throat, he finally pulled you off his cock, holding your face in front of him to admire what he had done to you. Your eyes were red and swollen from the number of tears that fell thanks to your gag reflex, there was saliva mixed with Lucas’ bodily fluids covering your lips and corners of your mouth, and your face was pretty red. Even though you looked like a fucked-out mess, Lucas thought you were the sexiest thing on the planet as he moved quickly to get you underneath him, placing tender kisses along your neck as if to apologize.

“Johnny was right; you do have the softest lips,” Lucas muttered into your neck in reference to your lips being around his cock just seconds prior, still working at getting you back to normal before he would continue with the hate sex he had been saving for you for months on end. “But now I have to destroy that perfect little ass of yours.”

That came as a surprise to you considering you’ve never done anal before, something that was apparent by the look on your face as you looked up at Lucas with what could be described as fear. You’ve heard many horror stories related to anal, which is why you chose not to do it… But it’s not something you were against doing with Lucas if that’s what he wanted of you. You would do anything for him given how desperate you are for him.

In a matter of seconds, Lucas had you on your hands and knees on the bed, admiring everything he had on display for him. He never thought he would be able to have you on all fours, dripping wet for him and only him as he prepared to wreck you. Although you couldn’t see his face given you were facing away from him, you could only imagine the way Lucas was biting his lip as he bent every way he could to see your ass in all of its glory before he destroyed it.

You could feel the bed move slightly as Lucas’ thighs rubbed against the back of yours, telling you he was ready to shove himself deep inside of you. His hand reached out and rubbed your back lightly while the other one, coated with lube, rubbed all around your hole and pushed inside of you to test your resolve. You couldn’t deny it was an interesting feeling, Lucas’ finger thrusting inside of your ass lazily while his other hand massaged any apprehension and fear away slowly. Then you could feel him lean forward to have his lips ghost your ear, whispering in your ear huskily, “You didn’t think I would fuck your pathetic pussy that’s had at least twenty guys in it, did you? No, babygirl. I’m going to be the only one to fuck your ass from here on out, understand? Now be a good girl and take it.”

Without another word of warning, the hand that was previously giving you one of the most relaxing massages was now pushing down in between your shoulder blades to force your face and torso flat against the pillow, allowing Lucas more access to your ass. You could feel the generous amount of lube on Lucas’ cock as he toyed with your hole, running the tip of his cock along your hole before he gripped your right hip and slid himself in slowly, earning a gasp from you. The stretch was painful at first considering no one has ever fucked you in the ass before, but you didn’t have any time to complain as Lucas quickly pulled his hips back only to ram them back against your ass to push his cock all the way inside of you.

“Oh god, you’re so tight,” Lucas groaned as he threw his head back from feeling you clench around him, sucking him back in whenever he pulled back too far. He then continued to thrust deep inside of you, ordering you to bite the pillow whenever you felt some kind of pain because he didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. But you didn’t want him to either because you were feeling so good, loving the way Lucas’ cock pierced deep inside you and you being able to feel every single vein and twitch of his cock.

This went on for a few more minutes: your hands gripping the edge of the bed to stabilize yourself as Lucas leaned forward and thrust deep inside of you, Lucas yelling out curse words with every thrust, his hands now on either side of your hips gripping a handful of the sheets below to keep himself together, and the sound of Lucas’ hips ramming against you. Everything about this moment was euphoric for the both of you as you could feel yourself beginning to lose yourself in the throes of passion.

“Fuck, babygirl. I’m so close,” Lucas grunted through his gritted teeth as he looked down at the space where you two became one, completely enthralled by the sight of Lucas’ lube coated cock ramming deep inside of you and loving all the sounds you made in reaction to his harsh thrusts. Lucas then reached down to grab some of your hair, leaning himself back and yanking you upwards to expose your mouth and neck to him, capturing both with his lips. His kisses on your lips were soft but the bites he delivered to your neck were filled with carnal desire as he was determined to make every inch of your neck covered in bruises to be displayed to all of your other suitors. He wanted them to know that he was the one giving you the most pleasurable experience of your life and that none of them could ever compete with him if they tried. He marked you as his and only his.

“Lucas!” You cried out in sheer pleasure as the knot in your stomach finally burst from all the feelings of pleasure coursing through your veins, screaming out in painful pleasure as your back arched against Lucas and everything clenched together tightly to signal you were cumming. Your body didn’t know what to do with the amount of pleasure, causing you to be on the brink of losing consciousness as Lucas pushed through, trying to chase your high with his so you could remember the feeling of his cum filling you up. And you were granted this feeling as Lucas gave you two deep strokes, falling apart inside of you as he came inside of you, filling you up so much that his cum spilled out of you with him still inside of you and began to drip down your legs.

None of you were in any shape to move, Lucas becoming so exhausted from the energy he put into giving you the best hate sex he could ever think of as he slumped against your back, you feeling the sweat on his body and the warmth of his skin against yours. You just laid underneath him, not caring that there was cum spilling out of you and running down your legs to connect with the sheets below you. After all, it wasn’t your house, and these were not your sheets. This was Lucas’ problem, not yours. But you figured he didn’t care as he pulled out of you slowly and went right to laying next to you, hie breathing still heavy.

After about a minute of silence, Lucas turned to look over at you, still on your stomach and still gripping the sheets in your hand. He was kind of proud of himself and how he was able to make you feel so much pleasure in one session, smirking to himself as he continued to look in your direction, “You did great, by the way. Sorry I got kind of carried away.”

“Don’t be,” You grumbled into the pillow, unable to pick your head up and look at him properly. “I’ll be ready for round two in about ten minutes.”

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mlynarswife · 5 years ago

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The Guardian Angel

[Start]-[2]-[3]-[5]

Tag list: @starl1ght-child

The sound of construction rang through the night, loud enough so that Angel couldn't hear the argument between Lord Radegast and Felwinter. The only thing the young man heard was the word decree, but he paid no mind as that wasn't his focus now. Right now he was to protect the current workers, the place needed more defense than just the Iron Lords to stand firm. The walls were to be built and Angel was here to see it through.

Silver eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of Fallen, they had been a new threat these days. No sign yet, but they had to be alert. Failure was not an option.

Hours later Felwinter joined Angel in guarding. Angel decided it was best not to pry and to focus. The two of them patrolled around the framework of the walls making sure all was well. They passed each other by often but they both didn't know what to say to each other so a simple nod was given.

After some time the sun began to rise to them indicating that it was Lord Saladin and Lady Effridet's turn to patrol. However Angel saw something approaching in the distance. Upon closer inspection when the figure came closer, it was a woman in her early 20s tired and parched.

Felwinter tended to her and held up a conversation. The woman was from a small settlement a ways out that was surviving just fine on their own. She came all this way to bring back her father who wanted to acquire skills to bring to their home. Her name was also Violet, a pretty name.

"How is it over there?" Felwinter placed down a cup of something warm.

"It's pretty quiet." Violet responded and picked up the drink before adding on, "We get the occasional Fallen, but nothing too big thankfully."

The exo gave a sort of sigh of relief, Angel didn't know what that was about.

The women's gaze moved to Angel. "You and I are about the same age right? What's your name?"

Obediently Angel answered. "I am Angel, I serve the Iron Lords under Felwinter. As for age I do not know, as a Risen I cannot recall."

Violet's face was in an expression of concern, Angel didn't understand why.

"Angel." The young man quickly turned to face Felwinter upon hearing his name. "I'm going to look for her father, stay here."

"Roger."

Surely enough, he left to do just that leaving Angel and Violet alone. The woman shifted a bit and was unsure how to proceed. After a few minutes she finally mustered something up.

"Angel, do you have any hobbies?"

With a slight tilt of his head he responded. "I do not know what that is."

Violet seemed to be at a loss for words, was he really that strange?

She took a deep breath in and out to reassemble herself. "A hobby is like… something you enjoy to do! Ah… oh! What do you do outside the Iron Lord thing?"

"I don't do anything besides serve the Iron Lords."

"Oh…"

"Do you have… hobbies?"

Violet was taken aback, all things considered she didn't expect the question to be thrown back at her. "Oh… Well… I do enjoy drawing in my freetime."

"Drawing…?" He tilted his head again.

"Have you really never heard of it…?" This guy… all work and no play in human form--

"That's using a pencil to create images right? I think… I think I'm familiar with it."

Violet practically jumped up and came an uncomfortable close distance to Angel's face. "Really!?!"

"Ah…"

Felwinter returned just then with an older man to which from Violet's bone crushing hug that the man received, was her father. Seeing them happy gave Angel an unfamiliar warm feeling and he decided he liked it.

"Angel you'll be escorting them." The Warlock gave Angel's head a little pat, causing the young man's lips to slightly curl upward. They would get there with enough time hopefully. "You'll also be staying with them just in case."

"Understood."

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They began the journey at twilight hoping that the Fallen would be less of a problem under the darkened sky.

"Are you ready?" The question Angel presented was mostly toward Violet, though it did not leave out the girl's father.

"Yeah…" She whispered in response, it was late. Still, Angel didn't understand the reason for the quiet words. Shortly after Violet's answer her father gave a nod to indicate his.

As the scene played out Felwinter silently watched from a distance. The Warlock knew that this would cause Radegast to despise him even more, but Felwinter knew that Angel needed to be away from the frontlines. As much as he tried to give a sense of normalcy to the youth, there was only so much Felwinter himself understood and even less that he could provide. He wanted Angel to experience something other than the sleepless nights and the cold metal, other than the crimson blood that stained their blades and armor. The two humans were a chance at that, Felwinter informed them of his plan and they agreed.

"Are you sure about this?" Felspring asked.

Felwinter watched Angel's figure slowly disappear from the horizon and replied, "I am."

#destiny 2 #destiny #writing #oc athene #destiny fic #The Guardian Angel

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scp028 · 5 years ago

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may i please get a matchup? i’m 5’2” and pretty small. feminine and go for masculine types usually. i have short blonde poofy hair and hazel-brown eyes. i’m an artist/writer. i have social anxiety and depression. generate little sister/cool aunt/mom vibes apparently? i get attached easily to ppl that give attention to me because i’m lonely lmao. i’m an infj-t and 5w6 on the enneagram. i don’t know what else to put, so i hope that’s enough!

i match you with: Ticci Toby!

since you’re 5’2, Toby feels the need to use you as an armrest

all the time

Toby can’t write or draw to save his life, so even if you think a work in progress is turning out bad, he’s always the first person to compliment it regardless

because the facts are: anything you put effort into will always look good to him

he completely understands having anxiety and depression, so he tries to help you in any way possible

these ways can include but are not limited to: board games, coaxing you out of your room to come sit outside (even if it’s for 10 minutes; he knows the fresh air will do you some good), helping you perform basic necessities because he understands how difficult they can be sometimes, and alwaysalwaysalways providing any emotional support you may need

Toby absolutely LOVES the kind of mom vibes you give off! it makes him feel secure and at home, almost, just almost at peace

another thing he adores: that you’re attached to him! he’s extremely used to the idea of people leaving him, on their own accord or not, and having someone who is attached to him makes him feel good

basically: having you so attached to him makes him feel on top of the world, like he finally matters to someone

and of course he’s going to spend all his freetime with you, wether that be watching you draw, making dinner together, watching movies, or something as simple as cleaning your room

in Toby’s eyes, it’s very simple: you are his human, and he vows to protect and care for you no matter the situation

you are one of the only people who make him feel at home and like he can be himself. Toby will forever cherish that.

wow look at me making myself tear up :,) i love Tobs so much <3

#cp matchups #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta #i stan toby erin rogers #<3 #request!

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touchingmadness · 5 years ago

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Nano 2019 Summary

It took until the last day, but I’ve done it! I’m not exactly surprised - I’ve known I was capable from three other years of winning. That’s not to say that the achievement is any less exciting!!! And I have Timeline-B of Cathedral fully drafted now!!! Exciting!!!

Now, on December 1st, it’s time to reflect on what went well, what didn’t, what I’ve learned from my 2019 Nanowrimo experience, and where I’m going from here. (I’ll tell you one thing - no more Nano means more activity on this blog, so look forward to that!)

Stats, analysis, and reflection below the cut. Also tagging my Cathedral peeps so they know what kind of content they can be expecting in the coming weeks.

Day-to-Day Writing

Most Productive Days:

Day 23 - 7,450 words

Day 30 - 6,774 words

Day 8 - 4,858 words

As you can see, I was only on track 11 out of 30 days. That was a new experience for me. Every other Nano, I’ve attempted to write 2k per day, to create at least a slight buffer. That wasn’t quite feasible this year, primarily due to my workload at school. It cost me a lot at first to admit there were days I couldn’t write, because despite preaching the impracticality of that “tip” every other month of the year, during Nano, I’m just as susceptible.

It turned out pretty well though, and I stopped worrying so much, mostly thanks to Day Eight, my third most productive day with 4,858 words written. That “catch-up” day showed me that as long as I took advantage of the days I didn’t have much homework and was in a “writing mindset,” I could easily afford myself some days with no writing whatsoever. I didn’t write anything 6 out of 30 days. And you know what? It turned out fine. I didn’t just finish the 50k goal - I finished the entire timeline. (Granted, it was only about 1k more… But still.)

What I Learned About Writing

Even during Nano, I’m perfectly capable of achieving my goals without writing every single day. All the more reason to give the middle finger to that stress-inducing piece of “advice.”

That being said, on the days when I do write during Nano, I should maintain my personal goal of 2k. I kind of slacked off on that this year and stopped right at the Nano-prescribed goal of 1,667. This made it easier to fall behind and harder to catch up, because that 333 words a day and 10 extra minutes of writing makes a difference.

Word crawls work wonders, especially when there’s a proper variety of activities. Two out of my three most productive days, I have word crawls to thank. Mind you, if there’s not enough variety in activities, they don’t hold my attention, but they are still a tool I plan to continue taking advantage of.

My pacing and dialogue tags need some work. Hell, I already knew that, but this Nano just hammered it home. I can’t tell you how clunky some of this stuff got. Ah, well. That’s a problem for another draft.

I actually can write to lyrical music, assuming it’s on the lowest setting possible. I have the gang over on my writing server to thank for that realization. Social writing is so, so much easier.

What I Learned About My Story

Eve Donnery and Yvonne Germaine are ex-girlfriends, and that’s why they are the way they are around each other. It actually has nothing to do with the war.

A certain character from Timeline-B is related to a certain character from Timeline-A. This is actually turning out to be such a significant plot point that I’m not sure how I didn’t draw this conclusion before.

One of my plotlines is kinda maybe sorta based on one from a Star Trek. Except I’m exploring it far more to its full potential and the mechanics are different. Doesn’t change the fact I’m pretty sure my brain got the idea from Trek. Oops.

I know nothing about Nikolai’s mother and I should probably do something about that. Even if she was just never in the picture, I have no clue why.

There’s a penal colony on Mars!!! (That fills so many plotholes from later in the series, you have no idea.)

Where do I go from here?

With Cathedral’s Timeline-B fully drafted, my next step is to finish planning Timeline-A so I can hopefully hammer that out during the April Camp. Because I’m going to need a couple months to do that - there’s too many details that are up-in-the-air at this point. After that, I can perhaps begin draft two, although Timeline-B is clean-cut enough that it might not require a complete rewrite.

For now, I’m taking a step back from actively working on this project, or working on any project. I need the next three weeks for projects and exams, and my freetime during such busy weeks is better put toward something mindless or spur-of-the-moment. It helps stave off the breakdowns. Once those weeks pass, however, I hope to begin writing and releasing chapters for my gay sci-fi romance Heart, Mind, Soul and to continue doing so throughout winter break.

That being said, I will be releasing Cathedral content in the coming weeks!!! I haven’t decided what, but I’ll probably be doing that first vs. last line thing for at least Nikolai and Matov, maybe a couple memes, some excerpts… Basically, low-effort content that is, nonetheless, content! (If there’s anything you’d like to see, please feel free to make a request.) I want to make up for not posting much the past two months, thanks to Preptober and Nano.

How did everyone else’s Nano go? c:

Get some words written? Make any realizations? Any new friends, new ideas? Feel free to share in the reblogs/replies or drop into my asks or DMs!

Cathedral Taglist (ask to be added/removed) - @inkwellprincess, @ditzysworld, @nattletak, @purpleshadows1989, @dowings, @dentseymour, @eagleagle

#nanowrimo #writeblr #writing community #nano2019 #nanoblogging #write away my friends #cath

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kinkyminstrel · 3 years ago

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This is my first fictional Story. Im not a native english speaker so please ignore smaller grammatical mistakes. I'd be pleased for Feedback.

An ancient poem

Jenny was a good girl. With her seventeen years, 1,66 hight, her short red hair, her frinkles, her snub nose and her dimples she would be called pretty but she always speaks soft and appears very shy. Her nerd glasses destroys her beautiful innocent smile and leafes back an impression of a weird freak. She was simple silent and boring. She had the best grades in all subjects (except biology and science) and was playing tennis after school. When she's not in school or at the tennis yard she stays at home watching Doktor who, draws or cycles with her backpack full of books to a quiet place on top of the neraby hill with wide view over the little city shes living in. She never had many friends and the boys in school dont even look after her for any time although if somebody takes more attention would have known she has a great figure unter her green school uniform and that her poems in poetry classes are focus a lot on different damels in distress bound in medival towers and dungeons...

Mary instead was nearly the complete opposite of Jenny. With her nineteen years brown hair, sharp eagle nose and her harsh burning spirit shes a nightmare for the teachers. Her grades changes in line with her mood and the boys streams behind like mottes in light of a bulb. She is the Star of the acting course of the school playing cleopatra in shakespears plays. In her freetime shes working at the Ranch of her uncle, giving riding lessons and listens to all variants of music from jazz over classic to rap and back to speed metal. And loves to explore everything no matter if forbidden or not. New music, outfits, recepies and art shes nearly interested in everything when shes in right mood. It happened more than once she skips lessons and went to exhibitions for exentric art instead or appears sligthly drunk in the first lesson.

One friday in May the class got the task of a group project in the literature class. Every group out of two persons had to hold a lecture about a famous historical writer and should submit an essay over one of his lettering. In a few minutes everyone picked his partner and chose their theme. Shakespear (how original, Mr Smarner loves nothing more than shakespear except himself), Hemmingway, Schiller and others which were already handled in class.

Mary groans. *lets see which of the stupid testosterone driven no goods wamts to "work" with me. I shouldnt had wear my leather leggins as a requisite in the last modern Drama*. She looked around but for her suprise nobody dares to ask her. The bell rings and Mr Smarner raises his voice, "ok students i expect the finished project after weekend." The students walking out of class snattering and laughing just Jenny and Mary stayed.

"Excuse me Mr Smarner?", Jenny asks with her daily light and timid voice, "i dont have a Partner for the project. Could I eventually work on my own ?" Mr Smarner with his bald head and 1,90 smiles understanding from above but he explains that she has to learn to work with others. "You cant do everything in life on your own, Jenny. Some projects and girls just can be reached with more than one person." His view pointed on mary who was already in class checking her appearance in a small mirror she had always in her skirt pocket. "Mary! Whos your working partner? " Mary raises her head reluctant from her own face in the mirror. "No one. I work alone as usually." Mr Smarner laughs loudly. "No no no. None of you working alone. You two working together. You are both intelligent. Each in her own way so use it and i think you will get a great mark. No discussions!"

With this words he grabbed his bag and leaves the room relaving an opressive silence. *With her ?! No. No no no no no. Shes so wild and dominant.* Jenny thought watching Mary stepping towards her with her black dr martens (shoes were the only cloth that are not directed in the uniform). *Well this could be intresting. Not. Working with the most boring Person on earth.* " k Jenny lets get through this as quick as possible. I'll come over in the evening we choose the author and split the work. I'll take the essay you write the poem. Deal ?" , "Deal." Come over at 7pm. "

At 7.23 pm. Jenny heard the doorbell. She steps downtstairs with anger and opens the door " you are to la.." Jenny started to say but stopped in middle of her sentence.

Mary stands there in a light grey riding dress and high brown boots. She smells terribly after horse and her long brown hair falls wild on her shoulders. "Hi gingy sorry the lesson took longer. Dont worry i got exchange clothes with me. But i need to take a shower first. Do you got something for dinner ? I starve every moment," Mary mentioned while she walked by Jenny and Strips down her riding boots from her trousers. Jenny couldnt find her voice. How someone be so, so... " You wear your uniform at home after school ?!" In Marys voice swings mockery. "Pah doesnt matter. So wheres the bathroom? " " Upstairs. First door on the left. My room is directly opposite." "Good.", Mary takes out some chlothes out of her large bag and pushes it into Jennys hands. "Here take it to your room. My notes are inside beneath the riding tools. Ive already got some ideas for an specific author. See you darling" with this words Mary runs upstairs and leaves nothing behind than a severley scent of horse and female sweat.

Jenny stood in the hallway and wonders why she stayed so calm. She inhaled deeply the scent Mary left behind and floats upstairs the large bag carriing with her. On the floor right before the bathroom laid a lonely long white sock. *Mary maybe lost it in her stormy hurry*, Jenny thought bends over and take it with her in her room. She smells lost in thought at the sock and wonders again. This time the smell were more sweet and human. A Mix of sweat and light leather from the boot it sticked in. A good smell nearly attrackting...

She walked in her room throws the bag in Front of her bedpost and beginns clearing her desk from her drawings she was into before Mary came over. *it wouldnt be good if she Sees this . I would be the laughingstock for the whole year * She sat down, one of her pillows beneath her and starts going through the bag searching Marys notes which she mentioned.

The deeper she gets into marys bag, Jennys mood slowly changes from wondering to courios. First she pulls out different riding tools. A leather whip, clamps, *why ?!* different belts for the helmet, pencils, a silk scarf, another riding top and trousers, a feather, different parts of the bridle, socks, rope in different lenghts. After a lot of clothes including slips, bras and other lingerine parts which rushed the blood into her face when she thoughts shortly about how Mary would look... *No concentration* This was not what Jenny really touched but then she pulls out something she couldnt really classify. It was a purple corsette in a victorian style. *Maybe something for the theater* . Beneath, long opera gloves came out and two other whips, a roll of duct and a polaroid camera.

* Damm it. Nothing. Maybe in the lower pocket.*

She unzipps the lower pocket and first take out a strange objekt. It locked like an necklace but where some motive or jewellry should be was a large ball out of a flexible material. Next to this strange thing were a plastic bag filled with locks and keys in different sizes. *Maybe for the stables* The last item she pulls out was definetly not for a horse. It was a heavy necklace out of steel with a ring in front like for a leash or a chain. Jennys thoughts directly flows back to her drawings and her poetry. *It looks like boundary for a princess in my poetry. Like the one i thought about yesterday where princess lianna was kidnapped from robbers in Sherwood forest...* she felt a tingle in her lower regions and felt her Nippes getting harder. *no no no no. Not now!*

" argheam" Jenny turns around directly facing the door with a face like she ve been caught in a conspiracy. Mary stands in the door wearing nothing then a towel around her hips. Holding some green and white clothes in her arms. "Why you snooping around my personal stuff you courios schoolgirl? My notes are in the right pocket in front. As you already found my corsage could you be so polite to help me get dressed? Ive got a date afterwords and ahm rent sone requisites to look awesome. " with that words she dropped the towel, jumps on the bed and kneels next to Jenny turning her back towards her.

*Oh my good. She looks like a gooddess. Like a Queen in my poems. What a beautiful shaped ass and her hips ... Ok stay calm and Do what she wants...*

" Äh yes of course mistre.. Äh Mary." *fuck fuck fuck* Mary pretend she didnt hear that but her mind was now in attack Mode. *As i suspected. Nobody would write such poerty without an great portion of submission for a stupid literature class. Lets see who you really are Jennifer blade. *

While jennys shacking hands take the corset and opens the black laces Mary goes on talking " as i mentioned i already thought about an author. You ever heard of Ovid? He was a roman writer around the timechange. He wrote great poems the metamophoseses you should read them hid best work." , " No", "In one poem he writes about...Did you even say no ? " Mary couldnt belive it. *Backtalk? From her ?! I never heard she ever disagreed at anytime with anyone. Oh honey maybe we should better get to know each other soon. I should call levy we should cancel the date*

"No. The metamophoseses are not his best work." Jenny tightens the last lace stands up heading to her bockshelv pulling out a small book. " This is his best work. The ars amatoria. You should read it. I thought about choosing Ovid but i didnt thought someone like you would know him. Why you wearing a corsage for a date? Im Sure you stole it and doesnt rent it. " She came closer to Mary, putting the bock in front of her, with a strange look in her light green eyes.

*I never noticed this nerd has such lovely eyes. And why its so hot in here ? And this smell.. wait its wet there? I hadnt sat there... Oh. Ouuuuuh. You.... * Mary begins grinding and grasps after the nearest coil of rope.

Jenny couldnt stop her inquisitive mind. The opportunity to learn was too good. Too close. "Whats this strange ball thing and this steelern necklace? Why the polaroid? Are you such retro? Why you have so much rope with you and why so many whips? Wherefore are this locks,keys and this birdle parts? And... Hey what you doing?! "

Mary had grabbed jennys right hand and pushes her quickly on her desk chair. She stepped behind jenny while forcing her hands behind the back of the chair and began tying her wrists together.

"Oh i answer your questions sweetheart. Dont act so innocent! Did you thought i hadnt heard that you nearly call me mistress ? I heard your poems in class but didnt really thought about it. But as i saw you going through my ahm dating tools while i standing outside watching through the lockhole, i suspect it. And with Ovid im Sure. "

Mary grabs two other coils of rope and beginns to wrap the first shortly under jennys elbows. *I. I. What should i do ? It feels so ... good? But why ? She ties me up ! But why ? What she wants ? She could what she wants with me.. does she want this ? Does she feels similar ?*

" What ähm what you Sure about ? I hadnt called you mistress Mary. Stop tying me ! Let me go. Argh not so tight ! Arghh stop it. No no no not above my breasts! "

*I know you like it. I could bitte your nipples through your uniform as stiff as they are. I can smell your pussy through your skirt. This gonna be a great project.* Mary thoughts while wrapping the next rope over the breast of her redheaded prisoner and around the back of the chair. She tightens the rope so it stretchs jennys breats outwords. *hm not really big but good shaped. Oh how it provoces me to lick around them... No not yet. Slowly. She should like it. If I am to hard she will get panicked. She should enjoy it... *

"You had. I know it. You know it. And you like this. Your nipples cant lie. So as you see i got this ropes with me to tie others. So they become helpless and i can have fun with them. The other items well... I dont tell you how i use every single of them. But i Show you two more shortly..."

The next ropes pulles jennys ankels upwards and connects them with the ropes around her hands so her upper legs get spreadded and the green skirt of her school uniform get pushed up. Now Mary can see Jennys white slip and the wet spot over her lower lips which slowly grows bigger.

"Please... please Mary thats embarrissing. I'll beg you please let me go. I.... i wont tell anyone that you stole the corsage. Please ... What you want with your sock ? And why you left it outside the bathroom and whats the silk for? "

Jenny struggles helpless against her binds. Her blood rushes through her venes and a slowly growing voice in her head head tells her to give up. To just let her go and enjoy herself. This ropes doesnt felt bad or something. They feel awesome! She couldnt deny it she was horny and Mary knows it. Smeels it. Seees it.

"Oh you will see. You will beg me yes you will but for something different. Believe me... dont worry i will be good to you, little naughty schoolgirl. And now say aaaah..."

With this words Mary had gripped her smelly riding sock and the silk scarf with her left while her other hand softly beganns to petting over jennys body.

"No Mary! Please... Aaaargh no. Oh god. Your hands.. it feels so good. No... Yees... Ähmm nooouuu" her begging stops when marys fingers ran over her breasts and changed to a horny gasp.

*I got you. Right where i want you ... * Marys Hand going lower, over jennys breast to her tummy, stroaking over her green skirt, lower and lower around the shapes of her ass and then in front closer and closer to her wet Spot...

* OMG OMG OMG. I cant think. Its to much. I LOVE IT*

" Please... argh... ouuugh... ouug... Ouughmmmmmmmpffff"

Unexpected and without any warning Mary pushes the sock in jennys wide opened mouth. Before Jenny could react more than squeak suprised Mary,covers the gag with the scarf and knots it behind her head. " Thats why i got the scarf and the ball gag with me lovely subby. Sometimes my guests or myself are a bit loud and i cant enjoy the play while someones beggin all the time" Mary turns around to her bag and slowly take out her stockings. She get back places her right feet between jennys legs so her big toe ribbed over the wet Spot for a second...

Jenny felt like her lower regions were on fire... " Mmmmmggghm, miiimppffstemmmpf pleammmpf..." " I see i didnt made a mistake. You love it. And I love it to. We will go on but first i need to finish getting dressed. I wanna look gorgeous while working at our, sorry dear my special new project." Slowly she turns up the stockings and repeats the process on the other leg.

" Ah and you asked why the polaroid..." Mary takes the camera looks around the room for a good spot to place it. "With an polaroid camera you can take pictures without a risk they get on social media. I dont trust others with their stupid smartphones posting every single piece of naked skin online. The picture is just for me and the other person. To keep an intimate memory just for myself." She discovered a Spot on her wardrobe between a stack of papers with drawings...

* MY DRAWINGS! NOOOOOOOO.*

" HMMMMMMMMMPFFFFF HMPPPPPF HMPPPPPF" Jenny struggles as much as she can against her bonds. No they cant fall into marys hands. She would Show it around in school and then ....

" Wow wow stay calm. The chair could fall over and you could hurt yourself. Uuuh whats that ?" Mary stares at a drawing. She couldnt believe it. She stares at.... herself. It was a drawing off her in one of the Tests for the acting course. " What the ..." Marys takes the next drawings. Her staring out of the window in the school bus. Her on classtrip with her acustic guitar playing at the camp fire. Her sleeping in last row in biology class... Her in a lab coat in science while she was burning Lithium her, her, her....

"How.... why...?"Her voice broke as she saw jennys face. Her green eyes shivered in tears. She stopped the struggling and screaming in her gag. She sats in silence just looking at Mary whining desperatly bound gagged and horny as fuck while the girl she loves standing there in a victorian corsage and stockings, her brown hair light wet from the shower, lightly begins curling on her white shoulders.

*So beautiful. But so far away. Now she knows*. Jenny felt terrible. From the first day Mary came into her biology class she couldnt concentrate on what miss clomb was talking about. * This hair. These eyes....* And also the experiments in science werent nearly as intresting as Mary McMarlow. This were the only classes where Jenny had a clear view on her. In all other courses she sat behind her or in a Bad angle with false ligthning. The theatre tests were always in the afternoon so she could sit upstairs in the shadows so she can draw her love without anyone noticed.

But the best were the PE lessons. If you do sport you sweat. And if you sweat you smell. Jenny dont like marys smell... She was addicted. Before Mary came into her class Jenny always was the last girl came in for changing clothes before and the first who was out afterward the PE lessons. After Mary came it was the opposite. Jenny dawdled every lesson and was mostly the last with Mary cause she always takes a shower after and values big on her appearance. Everyday she undertakes to ask her after .... after ... ANYTHING. But how? Sometimes she hates it beeing so shy and smart in parallel. She knows exactly that she had to talk to her if she should mention her but everytime she was too scared. What if she laughs? ...

*And now... now she knows everything. That I'm weird. A lesbian. A Stalker. A pervert. And she has the drawings and she will take a photo. But please, please dont laugh. My heart would burst. Say something. Anything. Please. Omg let me die. How embarrissing. I could never look her in the eyes again..... *

Toneless Mary lays back the drawings. Her lips were shacking. She turned her back towards Jenny her hair covering her face. Slowly directing the camera onto her new girlfriend. *I didnt had any clue about this. These drawings... incredible the details.... and she seems to be into my kinks as deep as i am. You are mine now and im yours but you dont know yet. But first the picture. This mix off fear, love and hornyness on this beautiful face... noone can act this! She will understand later when she use this picture for a drawing....

Mary tipps in the countdown and turns around with lighting eyes. She rushes to Jenny slowly opens the blouse of her uniform releasing her b cubs in their white bra prison. She leans forward her left hand lays between jennys stretched out breasts feeling her hot soft skin. Her right tweaks into her face. Her head was close in front of Jennys, light leftwards, the sinking sunlight reflecting in her right brown eye. Her right leg stretched back, showing her muscles from riding. But her left knee rubbs direct on jennys wet and swollen lips.

"Smile, pervert little girlfriend..." Mary whispers tenderly...

[CKLICK]

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wavemaker9 · 6 years ago

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Was supposed to be way shorter/more lighthearted for day 2: Music, but just kinda got away from me, whoops. anyway, here’s a couple of meme boys

Title: I Said Maybe Characters: Australia (Kyle), 2P!America (Al)

Al follows the gentle strumming down the hall, through the open door, and into the room where Kyle sits. Fingers absentmindedly pluck the different strings, gauging how they sound. The guitar’s been pulled half into his lap, not enough to be ready to properly play it, but enough where Al can recognize he’s obviously moved it. The music covers up his steps enough so that he can stand next to the younger man by the time his presence is noticed, grinning down at the other. “Looking for lessons?”

The moment Kyle realizes the other is there, he jumps, hands slapping onto the strings to try and silence them quickly. He moves in a rushed scrambled to try and put the guitar back, as if not already noticed and thinking he may still have a chance to hide his curiosity. Al can’t help the chuckles at the other, especially when Kyle finally looks up at him, asking what’s up.

Al’s grin widens as he moves to sit down on the floor next to Kyle. He tries very hard not to full out laugh at the innocent, curious expression the Australian wears, but the attempt to pretend as if he wasn’t just obviously caught is so poorly executed and classically Kyle that it’s more than a little hard. “Nothing much,” he answers, playing along in the same empty way, considering he isn’t even attempting to hide his amusement. “But I’m way more interested in what you’re up to.”

Kyle laughs, too loud to not originate from a little nervousness. He reaches up, rubbing the back of his neck once and letting it drag back along his jawline. “I mean-,” he starts, then switches to, “y’know, just-.” Another stop, then start again. “It’s just I-.”

“Kyle, c’mon,” Al interrupts, shaking his head slightly before reaching over to pull the guitar from its place again, setting it on his lap but pushed forward so it’s still a little in front of Kyle. It’s close enough and at the right position so that Kyle could reach out to strum it again if he wanted. “You know I’m fine with you checking out my guitar as long as you’re careful.”

Kyle gives a quick shrug, smile easing into a thin, irked thing as he admits, “Yeah, but usually when people say that, it’s cause they know me and they know I’m not, so I just won’t.” When Al moves the guitar forward a bit as if to gesture that Kyle can check it out again if he wants, he lifts a hand to wave off the offer, though smile easing again to show his appreciation of the opportunity given.

Al tilts his head down a bit, so that his eyes have to look up to keep focus on Kyle, giving the immediate impression of doubt. “You can be careful for like five minutes, right?”

Green eyes shift to the side and Kyle gives a sheepish chuckle. “I mean, in theory, but.” He falls silent, shrugging as he leans back a bit to rest against the bottom of the sofa he sits by. “It really don’t matter anyway,” he finally adds, “since you don’t gotta worry about it. Promise, I won’t touch your guitar again.”

Al gives a small chuckle of disbelief at the response, pointing out he already said he wasn’t worried about it to begin with. “If you wanna play my guitar, seriously, I’m fine with that,” he insists, before adding, “I’ll even teach you some more songs if you want. Or just some more of the basics.” He pulls the guitar just close enough to put his hands in a more appropriate position to play, strumming his fingers along the strings a few times. He keeps up the gentle playing, keeping the volume quiet as he continues talking, “I know you said you already learned one song, but learning a little more might help next time you wanna strum while I’m out of the room.” Unlike the mostly random plucking of notes Kyle’d played before, Al’s fingers run smoothly across the strings. The notes hum in combination with each other, blending and fading in a way the sharp sounds from before did not. It draws a more satisfying sound from the instrument, but seems to make Kyle a bit more tense.

Sure enough, the Australian laughs, this instinctive anxious response he can’t help, and shakes his head immediately at the suggestion. “No, no, no,” he answers quickly. “Thanks,” he then adds, “but hard pass.” To accompany his refusal, he adjusts his legs a bit, pulling them a bit closer to him and twisting to turn his body half away as a further note of there already being an end to that discussion. “Trust me, there’s no point in you trying to teach me anything.”

Al immediately takes offense, expression souring a touch as he leans forward slightly over the guitar, fingers stopping their movement along the strings. He tries not to let things get to him, but he knows he’s both a good musician and teacher, and the very insinuation that he wouldn’t be is upsetting to hear, especially from his boyfriend of all people. “C’mon, I’m a good teacher,” he says, adding that Kyle can ask any one of the students he already offers his help to when able. “Give me a shot and I promise you’ll see-.”

Kyle interrupts, lifting a hand to wave off the other’s concern. “Ain’t doubting that you’re a good teacher, mate. I know you’re great at that and whatever.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

Kyle’s grin widens, but less in amusement and more in surprise upon realizing the other hasn’t caught on. “Oh, Al, mate, you ain’t realized the kinda student I am.” His arms tuck back in, crossing over each other on his chest. “Trust me, you’re dodging a bullet by me saying no.”

A doubtful breath of a laugh leaves Al’s lips, raising an eyebrow at the other. “Is that so?” Al’s head tilts and his eyes thin a bit at the other, trying to judge what the other knows that he doesn’t yet. “And what’s so bad about student Kyle that’s worse than any other kid I might teach, exactly?”

Kyle’s mouth twitches into a frown at that, glancing back at Al. “I mean, the whole point of you not teaching me is that you never have to know,” he answers, legs pulled a little closer again. To distract from the movement, he brings both knees down to the sides, folding his legs in front of him instead. There’s a gap between the two actions, though, just barely clear that the second is not a continuation of the first but an addition to. It’s small enough, but Al can pick up on it slightly.

His confused expression starts to bleed more into a touch of concern, realization slowly sinking in that this is really something Kyle’s not completely open to talking freely about, even if he can’t figure out why. Usually Kyle’s a pretty open book, so it’s strange to find that this is one of the subjects he’s not so willing to share on. Al starts to ask if the other is okay, but catches himself, knowing he’d never get an honest answer out of Kyle that way. The other’d just get quiet and dismissive, not what Al’s looking for right now. There’s a beat or two as he considers his options, before he lets his smile ease a bit and says he’ll need a bit more convincing if Kyle really wants to scare him off. “I’ve taught a pretty good number of kids; you’re gonna have to give me some reason on why you’re supposedly worse than any of them.”

“I actually don’t, though?” Kyle shoots back almost immediately. “It’s weird how I actually really don’t have to give you any reason; I can just say no, I don’t want you to teach me.” A harsh edge not so much creeps into his voice, as jumps out suddenly, declaring its presence in a shout. He’d seemed to be getting a bit antsy before, but there’s a sharp defensive quality to his tone now that wasn’t nearly so strong the last time he spoke.

Al recognizes it instantly, given Kyle’s nasty habit of often flipping from cheerful and lax to harsh and aggressive when feeling cornered on some topic or another. Immediately, he reaches out, putting a hand on Kyle’s upper arm. The touch is careful, firm but gentle enough to remind Kyle that he’s among friends here. He speaks up to say as much, explaining he didn’t mean to actually upset Kyle and apologizing for hitting whatever nerve was struck. He adds that he just was curious why this was a topic Kyle was so avoidant of, but if it’s that serious, they can just drop it.

Kyle spares a second as if to rerun his own behavior back through his mind, but when he also has to agree he came off harsher than he might have specifically meant to, he sighs and nods in agreement, even if he keeps his gaze off of Al. “Yeah, yeah, sorry. I just….” He hesitates, eyes flickering off to the side before finding the carpeting they’d managed to find of interest before again. “I- y’know how I don’t trust doctors?” It’s a bit of a weird segue, but Kyle can see Al roll with it well enough, nodding in confirmation. “Yeah, I’m kinda the same with teachers,” he admits. “And like, I know there are exceptions, but it’s still hard to get past that general rule and I... don’t want that association tied to you, y’know?” His grin widens slightly, soft yet still seeming a bit sheepish in nature, as he finally turns his attention back completely to Al. “I really like you.”

Al’s own expression mirrors back the smile, returning the sentiment as well. He pauses for a second afterwards, though, something not quite clicking in his head. “But I do still teach in my freetime,” he points out, voice sounding a little careful, though unnecessarily. It’s not as if Kyle is unaware. Not only has it just come up, but they’ve discussed this before. Kyle’s seen him once or twice in the past specifically working with kids. Kyle can be forgetful sometimes, sure, but this would be a pretty big thing to overlook if it was such an issue for him. “You’ve never had a problem with that, right?”

Kyle’s quick to wave off the very idea, though. His body language eases almost instantly, shoulders settling a bit as his hands come up, moving more easily to cross wrists over each other and then pull the hands away, dismissing the very idea. “Nah, course not! Like I said, you’re a great teacher, I know that.”

Al blinks, then again, confusion slowly spreading across his face as he gradually realizes that Kyle’s being completely genuine right now and not just fucking around with him. When that fully sinks in, he blinks again, head tilting to the side slightly and shoulders leaning back, as if somewhat struck by that fact. “What…? But you just said-.”

Kyle realizes in reading Al’s face how what he’s saying must come across. “No, sorry, I ain’t explaining it right. Please don’t think I’m- this ain’t about you, I promise. I just-.” He stops, tries to pick out the proper words, and then after a few seconds of considering lets his shoulders drop. “Gah, this’s so hard to explain without getting into it.”

“Yeah, that’d probably just be easier,” Al confirms, though adds that he’s not going to make Kyle tell him, though. It’s just hard for the older man to understand why he wouldn’t be happy with Al teaching him if he supposedly doesn’t think Al’s bad at it.

“No, I-.” Kyle frowns a touch in consideration, before finally sighing. “If I just tell you flat out, you ain’t gonna make a big deal about it, are you?” He’s reminded that Al is the least likely of the two to make a big deal about anything, but waits for the following nod and confirmation to finally agree to just come out with it. Or least, to try. It’s still easier said than done admitting the issue, and he takes the easy way out in referencing earlier words said. “I mean I already kinda said it? You’re great at teaching kids music, sure, but this time around you’d have to be teaching me.”

Al blinks again. “...Yeah, that is how these things generally go.”

Kyle can’t help a little bit of a chuckle, shaking his head a touch at the other’s sarcasm. “Funny,” he says with more than a touch of deadpan irony himself. “I’m being fucking serious, though.”

“I am, too,” Al cuts in. “Seriously, I know you can learn things really fast.” The pleasant smile that he’d let start to ease onto his features falters and then falls sharply when Kyle bursts out into laughter, immediately asking where in the hell he got such a ridiculous idea from. “From watching you do it.”

“Bullshit,” Kyle answers with a hard roll of the eyes. He leans back until his back hits the bottom of the sofa again, moving his whole body away, though only an inch or so. It’s more for the show of physically rejecting the very idea than any actual want to move positions. “I don’t know who you think you been watching, but it sure as fuck ain’t me. Trust me, nine times outta ten, might as well be a brick wall trying to pick things up.”

Al counters with examples, though, things he’s seen Kyle seem to pick up quickly. Over their time together, he’s heard Kyle brag about a handful of things that he’s good at. He pulls his arms together, resting them on the wood of the guitar as he counts off fingers from one hand with the other, listing off different hobbies like singing, cooking, drawing. “You said you learned a little guitar so you could play Wonderwall and you did it in like no time.”

“Yeah, cause it’s the meme guitar song, Al,” Kyle says with the tone of almost stating the obvious. “Like I’m not gonna figure out how to play the meme guitar song.”

“But you figured it out,” Al points out quickly.

Kyle’s mouth curls into an embarrassed sort of smile. “Well... sorta. I really only learned the first bit and the chorus. Other parts don’t really get used and it was just extra to have to keep track of.” The smile completely drops when Al starts laughing, leaning forward to shoot back for the other to show him a single time anyone’s ever cared about any other part of the song for any part of the classic joke.

Al throws his hands up in admitted defeat before admitting he was less judging and more just amused by the thought process of it. Once his laughter can die down, he adds again that Kyle did still learn it though. “Unless you just plucked strings on the guitar until you happened to find the right chords, monkeys-writing-Shakespeare style, you had to learn it.”

“Yeah, but-. I mean, I ain’t saying I can’t learn anything.”

“Okay, good,” Al responds quickly, pleased smile coming back to his face in satisfaction of at least getting that confirmed. “That’s a start.”

A half-irked sigh leaves Kyle’s lips at being argued on this point again. He leans back hard against the sofa once more, enough force for the movement to be audible as his arms fold again over his chest sharply. He wants it to be obvious he’s not happy about the other not accepting what he’s saying. “And the end,” he finishes for the other, before leaning forward again and uncrossing his arms just a moment later, the message sent. “Al, I didn’t have anyone teaching me that directly. Just taught myself using some youtube videos to get the basic steps.”

This time he leans back again slightly, though his hands come down to his sides instead, palms pressing on the carpet. “Same with the other shit. I mean, I’ve always naturally been good at singing, but like cooking and drawing, anything I’ve wanted to learn, I’ve just gone out and got books or videos or shit to teach myself with.” His shoulders pick up a bit and the corner of his mouth twitches into more of a smile when he adds, “Y’know, know there’s a lotta cool tech advancements over the years and stuff, like I’ll never not love being able to go visit family in just a day or so, but like. YouTube videos don’t get enough love, y’know? Sorting through cooking books and trying to read all the steps was always way hard.”

“Imagine how much easier it’d be if you had someone helping you through the steps.”

“Al,” Kyle whines out at the other’s statement, sitting up straight only to let himself fall to his side towards Al.

The American’s quick enough to grab for the guitar and slide it to the side a bit so that Kyle’s landing has him resting against his leg rather than the instrument himself. He stares down at the other, amused grin spreading onto his face, and mirrors back a similarly whined, “Kyle.”

The reaction only makes Kyle put on an exaggeratedly grumpy pout. “Al,” Kyle says again, this time more flatly, and he sighs when his own name is just said back in the same tone again. “Al, you ain’t listening, Al.”

Al’s mouth twitches open into a wider grin, shaking his head down at the other. “Kyle, okay, fine, you wanna try explaining it to me one last time, Kyle?”

Third time must be the charm. This time his repetition back finally gets to the Aussie, and the younger can’t help the smile that breaks out onto his face either, turning his head slightly to try and muffle laughter into Al’s jeans. He pushes himself to sit back up once the laughs die down, letting out a final breath and really trying to figure out what he wants to say to get Al to understand what he means. Finally, he takes another deep breath and speaks.

“I just really suck at being taught things, okay?” His hands lift up in a vague shrugging motion before flopping back down into his lap. He knows those words won’t help immediately, but he doesn’t know how to start explaining better than that. He at least hopes that maybe if he can start things off, it’ll get the words going at least, and sure enough more come. “I just…. I had heaps of teachers when I was little. Art was always handing me off for someone else to handle. And they all agreed I was a lost cause learning-wise, y’know?”

Al’s expression sours at the very sound of the words. “Just sounds like you had a lot of bad teachers; that’s not on y-.”

“Nah-,” Kyle starts, but then flashes a grin at Al once the words process, correcting his words, “I mean, yeah, they sucked, but like. They weren’t wrong about me, and that sucks more, y’know?” His gaze falls back to where it’d settled before, finding a spot on the carpet by the coffee table leg that he could keep his eyes stuck to, instead of having to look back over at Al again. “I was a lot of trouble to teach.” Still looking off at the floor, he tilts his head to the side slightly with a half shrug, brows raising in a conceding expression as he adds, “And still am. I suck at focusing on the lessons given. If I don’t get something right away, it feels like it takes forever and wastes both our time trying to get it down. Even when I know the shit and especially when I don’t, I fuck up what I’m trying to do a lot and then that just makes me feel worse and I end up fucking up even more.”

His shoulders start to sink as he keeps talking, at least thankful to feel like he might be getting somewhere in having Al understand him, but now feeling like he stumbled into the trap he was trying to avoid, blabbering on about problems he always feels he should be better prepared to handle after so long living. “I forget work or failing to do it right makes me skip it altogether. Then on top of everything else, I get in trouble for that and I just…,” he takes a slow breath, letting his head dip and his arms come up, running both hands through his hair. “I hate it?” When he lets his hands fall back down and lifts his head up, he finally turns his gaze back to Al, adding, “I really hate it.”

The guitar is already being lifted out of Al’s lap, set to the side so that he can move over, sitting down next to Kyle instead of across from him. He lifts his arm closest to the other, reaching it around Kyle’s shoulders. “Hey, c’mere,” he murmurs, pulling the other against him in a half hug. He lets the other have a moment, just leaning against him, letting his breathing steady, before offering that he has seen a lot of the same things before. “You know you basically just described a lot of the kids I teach, though, right? Kids are like that all the time, Kyle. It doesn’t make them bad students.”

Kyle nods his head slightly in acknowledgement, but is also quick to point out that while that’s excusable for kids who are actually young, humans tend to not be so understanding when the kid is technically thirty years old, or ninety, or two hundred. He argues that it gets less acceptable at that point.

“But plenty of adults feel the same way, too, Kyle. Nobody learns things immediately and lots of people struggle with things. It took me a while to learn all the instruments I know; I just kept with it long enough to see the progress.” There’s a beat before Al can’t help an extra little chuckle that escapes him, adding, “Hold on, you really think I’m gonna get mad at you for not learning a song fast enough? Kyle, I’m me.”

Kyle sighs and rolls his head to the side slightly. “Yeah, I know but…. Listen, Al, logically, I know all the shit you could say. I know you’re a super chill guy and nothing fazes you and you know what you’re doing and you’re sure that if you give it a try, it won’t be like that or you’ll be able to handle it if it is. But… I can’t guarantee that. You can’t guarantee that. And as long as I can’t, I’m just gonna worry the whole time that I’m gonna frustrate you- or frustrate me because of you. Or even just you realize I’m not as great as you- for some reason -think I am and decide I ain’t worth it anymore. I don’t wanna accidentally fuck things up between us, especially not just because I can’t get a song right after the hundredth try.” He leans his head back to the other side this time, letting it rest against Al’s shoulder, before reaching over to grab for the other’s hand, pulling it into a tight hold. “I really fucking like you, mate.”

Al’s shoulders shake slightly with a bit of laughter, mumbling, “So I’ve heard.” His hand rubs up in little circles on Kyle’s shoulder, leaning his own head over to rest it against Kyle’s.

“Mate, I can count on one hand the number of classes I’ve ever had where both the teacher and me didn’t get frustrated at myself by the end of it.” His head turns so that he can press a kiss against the American’s shoulder. “I know you’d be a phenomenal teach and I really do appreciate you offering the help, but I’d worrying about it the whole time instead of learning anything, anyway. Promise, you don’t gotta worry ‘bout it.” He tilts his head up, flashing another small smile up at the older man. “Sides, you’re covering guitar anyway. What do we need two guitar players for?”

There’s the soft sound of quiet laughter, Al sparing a chuckle even as he pulls his hand free from Kyle’s to connect with his other one, fully looping the Australian in the hug. Kyle takes the chance to move his hand back, sliding it behind Al instead.

Al breaks the quiet first. He knows he could try to argue every point Kyle’s made, but he also knows Kyle well enough at this point that he probably wouldn’t get very far with anything he said. With the mood Kyle’s put himself into now, trying to pull him out by arguing with him on this sort of thing wouldn’t do anything. Like Kyle said himself, he probably already has a vague idea of every counter argument Al could make, and the guy’s too good at digging himself into deeper places just to hold onto the mindset he’s gained for himself. Al knows to hold onto his points for later, so when he opens his mouth to speak, he instead just answers the question already asked with a simple, “Two times the Wonderwall.”

It has the desired effect. Kyle almost immediately bursts out laughing, leaning his torso over slightly and using his free hand to hold against his stomach as he snickers into Al’s arm. He chokes out a shaky, “Fuckin- goddamnit, you’re right.” It takes a few moments before he can settle the giggles, even adding, “The one downside. Truly-.”

“Hold on,” Al says suddenly, head lifting back up a bit. The movement jostles Kyle, who finally quiets his laughter completely, though still doesn’t go entirely quiet, questioning what Al’s reacting to. Al wastes hardly a moment responding with the question, “You said videos worked for you?”

Kyle’s brows drop for a second in confusion, at first taking a moment to process what he’s referring to before remembering the point brought up before. “Oh, yeah, uh- sure, yeah. Helps being able to see what they’re talking about, pause shit, run it back, that sorta thing.” His expression brightens a bit as he insists it’s actually really helpful. “I’m telling you mate, internet videos are a lifesaver in disgui-.”

Al’s own expression has flipped back to a big smile as well, offering, “I could do that.” He sees Kyle’s grin falter in surprise and then another bout of confusion, and he hurries to defend himself. “Seriously, I’m sure it’d be easy enough, and if that’d help-.” Kyle points out that there are already plenty of videos out for that sort of thing, but it only gets Al to smirk at the other. “Yeah, but none by a- what’d you say -’phenomenal teach’, so.”

The arms pull free from where they’d been looped around the younger, reaching for the guitar to pull it back into his lap. He leans back towards Kyle again, whose expression seems a little caught off guard by the whole suggestion, but still growing with excitement towards the idea, too. “I’m sure it’d be helpful for other people, too. You could watch it on your own so you’d feel more comfortable, and then just come to me if you had questions or something. Still get the benefits without a lot of the factors you were worried about.”

Kyle starts to nod a bit, seemingly starting to agree that that would be a much better option given his own concerns, before stopping and twisting slightly to face Al more directly. “Hold on, you’d… you’d really go through all that just for me? Even after I said you didn’t need to worry about it?”

Al nods only too easily, seeming completely accepting of the whole thing. “Yeah, of course I would.” He reaches back for Kyle’s hand again, giving a reassuring squeeze that’s quickly returned. “I don’t want a bad history with this sort of thing to stop you from learning something if you want to, so I can easily help you get around it until you ever feel you can get past it completely. If you think this’ll actually help, I’m happy to do it.”

There’s a warmth to the smile that spreads across Kyle’s features, and he reaches up to grab Al’s face with his hands, pushing himself up on his knees a bit so that he can lean over the guitar and pull the other into a kiss. “Too sweet for your own good,” he teases when he pulls back.

Al’s own smile is soft and wide as he insists he’s just wanting to help, before adding after another moment of thought, “Also, I don’t think ethically I can let you go any longer of your life only knowing a third of Wonderwall. Even secondary meme parts are still important.” The line gets another sudden fit of small giggles from the Southern Nation, as well as an agreement that that is indeed important. When the laughter dies down between them, he speaks up again to confirm with Kyle that he’d be alright with learning the instrument this way. There’s still a bit of hesitation, but it’s a definite point of victory to the American when Kyle finally seems to agree. “Good! And, because I know you, do you promise to actually come to me for help if you do have questions?”

This gets Kyle to hesitate completely. He pulls back a bit, smile slanting sharply into a mixed sort of grimace instead. “I mean… yeah, maybe, sure.” He shrugs a little dismissively. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, though. Anything I don’t get, I can-.”

“Come to me for help on it,” Al insists firmly, adding that the whole point of this is that he doesn’t want Kyle feeling like learning this is a struggle. “You can’t be afraid to ask questions if you got them. Tell me you’ll come ask me questions, even just one.”

Kyle gives a heavy sigh, but it’s the kind of exaggerated inconvenience than anything else. “Yeah, I mean-,” he starts, arms pulling back completely to cross over each other again. He falls silent, having to mentally acknowledge that the other has a good point, but still not wanting to promise to one of the few remaining parts he’s still not super comfortable with. “I said ‘maybe’, so.”

He shrugs again, once more intended to dismiss the conversation from following the path it’s started down. Al picks up on the action and its desired effect as well, and decides to humor Kyle given the steps the other has already taken today. So instead of pressing again, trying to take that ‘maybe’ and turn it into a ‘yes’, he takes it and makes it into something else he’s sure will get Kyle to ease back up again.

The next thing Kyle hears are the guitar’s strings being played again, fingers strumming out a tune Kyle recognizes instantly from specifically learning. When he turns back to Al, the man’s wearing a wider smirk and thanks Kyle for the cue, before immediately singing out, “I said maybe soooooo.” The last word makes Kyle fight off laughter, doing his best but struggling as Al sings the next line, adding the drawn out word onto the end there as well. It’s when he sings the last two bits, changing ‘afterall’ to ‘after oh’ and ‘wonderwall’ to ‘wonder woah’ to the rhyme that finally breaks Kyle.

Fighting off the laughter, Kyle reaches for the guitar instead, managing to pull it from Al’s hands and set it over to the side instead. He silences the following protests almost immediately by putting his hands back onto both of Al’s cheeks, pressing and pulling him in for a kiss with only one thing to preface it, “Can’t believe how much I fucking like you, you goddamn adorable meme.”

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Life has become literally so boring since school ended for the summer. I have very few friends that I am willing to hang out with outside of school, but most of the time those friends r busy with their cool summer programs and jobs and such. I spent most of my time at home, only leaving to shop for groceries and going to the mall with my brother sometimes. I envy my family’s dislike for inside too long. I like going outside too and know it would be good for me if I went outside but (Part 1 💜)

(Part 2 💜) I don’t exactly feel that pressure to go outside. It’s starting to become a bit of a problem because I have anxiety and depression, so if I’m left alone in my house for too long I pretty much turn into a crying, panicky mess who feels worthless. Besides vines, Social interaction is the only thing that distracts and heals me from this mindset. Also, the lack of activity is making me gain weight. Long story short, I rlly need something to do with all this freetime. Any suggestions?//i feel this a LOT um wowtry going outside for at least twenty minutes every day! you can read a book, meditate, work out, draw, or watch an episode of a show you love out there – the important thing is that you get outside! and for your free time, you could try reaching out to one of your friends to go out to lunch or to see a new movie or even just grab some ice cream! alone, you could redo your room, watch a movie, do your hair, draw, or read! and i’m sure if you google things to do alone you’ll find stuff! i hope this helped at least a little 💓💓

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Energy Healing Yourself Activate Your Light Body In A Week

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The best Black Friday deals of 2018: The Cheapskate's picks

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Free iPhone, anyone? That’s just one of the pretty damn sweet deals lined up ahead of Black Friday, which kicks off just a few days from now (Nov. 23, if you’re bad at calendaring).

As always, I spend my time looking for the best of the best, the cream of the cheap crop. Sleep? I’ll sleep when I’m dead! Right through midnight on Friday, I’ll continue to serve up my favorite Black Friday deals of 2018.

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iPhone XR: Free! (Save $750)

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OK, make that “free*.” The asterisk is because you have to sign up for a US Cellular unlimited plan and stick with it for 30 months. The iPhone XR is paid for during that time in the form of bill credit. Still, you’re going to be paying for service from some carrier, right? When all is said and done, you will indeed walk away with a $750 phone you paid not an extra penny for. The deal is live right now and runs through Nov. 26.

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iPhone XR review

3 months of Mint Mobile for $20 (save $40)

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Shopping for a new carrier? On Black Friday and Cyber Monday, prepay-and-save service Mint Mobile will have one of the best trial offers ever: 3 months for $20. That nets you unlimited minutes and messages and 5GB of LTE data (on T-Mobile’s network) per month. After that, you can choose between various 3-, 6- and 12-month plans, all of which amortize out to extremely low rates.

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Two Amazon Echo second-gen smart speakers: $100 (save $100)

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Sure, Amazon will be selling the Echo for $69 on Turkey Day, but this QVC deal is even better. Score two of the smart speakers for just $99.98, a price that includes a voucher for extras like three months of Pandora Premium and three months of FreeTime Unlimited. Update, Nov. 20: The price now shows $109.98, but if you’re a new QVC customer, promo code TEN4U takes $10 off.

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Echo review

Sphero BB-8 app-enabled droid: $30 (save $100)

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For anyone who loved the idea of an app-controlled BB-8 but didn’t relish paying $130, your patience has paid off. Sphero’s cute, versatile little roller has never been priced this low. Just sign in to My Best Buy to see this lower price.

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Amazon Echo Dot (third-generation): $24 (save $26)

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There are plenty of standouts in Amazon’s roster of Black Friday deals, but for me the real standout is the just-released third-generation Echo Dot. Given that it’s brand-new, Amazon could easily have left it at $50, or even just lopped $10 off while selling last year’s model for the bigger discount. (As it happens, the second-gen Dot will be $4 less!) But just $24 for the smart speaker with the cloth suit and bigger, better sound? Yes, please. And don’t expect to see this deal again until Prime Day 2019.

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Echo Dot review

Huawei Honor View 10: $349 (save $150)

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Normally $500, and never before priced below $429, this powerhouse metal phablet features a 6-inch screen, dual rear cameras, dual SIM slots, Android 8.1 and — wait for it — a headphone jack! Just make sure you’re not buying this phone for someone who’s a US government employee or contractor, as federal security agencies have effectively deemed Huawei to be a national security threat.

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Honor View 10 review

Apple iPad (2018): $250 (save $80)

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Wait, how is this better than Amazon’s Fire HD 10 for $100? Because, let’s face it, the iPad is an all-around better tablet, and at $250 it’s actually reasonable.

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iPad 2018 review

PlayStation 4 1TB with Spider-Man bundle: $200 (save $100)

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My spendy senses are tingling. Update, Nov. 22, 3:30 p.m. PT: Target and a few other stores decided not to wait for Black Friday, so this deal is sold out everywhere we can see online. It’s sold out quickly, with good reason: It’s an excellent deal on a great console bundled with one of the hottest games of 2018. Target is still showing as “available” in select stores, hit the link below to check your own nearby brick and mortar.

Pro tip: If you’re willing to brave the lines at Kohl’s, you can get this same deal on the PS4 bundle, plus $60 in Kohl’s cash.

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PlayStation 4 review

TCL 55-inch Roku TV: $350 (save $100)

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On sale at Amazon, Target and Walmart for the same price, and available right now, this may be the 55-inch TV deal to beat this year. You get a big screen, the unparalleled Roku interface and picture quality that belies this bargain-basement price.

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TCL S405 review

Ring Video Doorbell 2: $139 (save $60)

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Wireless and equipped with a rechargeable battery, the Ring Video Doorbell 2 is among the easiest video doorbells to install and keep charged. It also integrates nicely with the Amazon Echo Show for an at-a-glance view of who’s at your door. At $199 it’s not exactly Cheapskate-approved, but $139 is definitely more in the ballpark. The optional $3-a-month cloud storage fee is reasonable, too.

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Ring Doorbell 2 review

Art.com: Save 50 percent sitewide

Art.com

Need to dress up some walls? On Nov. 23 only, you can score 50 percent off all purchases at both Art.com. Looking for something a little more casual? On Nov. 24, AllPosters will be offering up to 60 percent off sitewide.

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The Instant Pot six-in-one cooker: $60 (save $40)

There’s no question that every kitchen should have a pressure cooker. The Instant Pot is also a slow cooker and four other kinds of cooker. This same deal ($60 instead of $100) tends to come around annually, but that doesn’t make it any less appetizing. If you don’t own one yet or you need a killer gift for a foodie, now’s the time to buy.

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5 reasons you should own an Instant Pot

Motorola Moto G6: $200 (save $50)

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Already a steal at the regular $250 price, the G6 gets even steal-ier when you knock $50 off. It’s unlocked, so take it to whatever carrier has the best deal — or best coverage.

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Moto G6 review

HP Pavilion X360 with Intel Core i7 and 1TB hard drive: $450 ($350 off)

Wowza, Office Depot! You’ve undercut just about everybody on this 15.6-inch two-in-one powerhouse. This is one of the best laptop deals of 2018, bar none.

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HP Pavilion X360 review

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GUYS . i’m a mess . this summer class combo’d w my work drama to kick . my . ass . i’m taking the final tomorrow , so i’ll finally be able to be around a little more before fall semester starts . that being said , even though i’m . . in the process . of typing out full bios for my characters , i may have . . . accidentally , caught muse for a few other characters . i wanted to post a little introduction for them and if anyone sees a connection for one of them hit me up ? b/c i might not take ALL of them up right now lmao . some of them are longer than others but i can promise you that ALL of them are a full on messes .

INSPO : eve rosier . pansy parkinson . + octavia park was raised in salem , ma. with her mom and two sisters . being the middle sister she sort of became obsessed with the idea of finding herself from an early age . she wanted to set herself apart from her sisters , and after a school field trip to a ‘ haunted mansion ’ on halloween , she found it ! she loved horror , the idea of paranormal activity & magical things . she started learning more from a local lady who taught her how to read tarot hards & become ‘ in tune ’ . ( even though it was a journey she had to take alone ) . being raised there she easily fell into the witchy side of salem & as she grew older , she became more sure of herself .

despite all that , she’s still very outgoing & will chat anyone’s ear off given a chance . she’s also really into a sarcastic back & forth and maay take it too far every once in a while . being that she wanted to do something with horror , she started to explore different things . she joined her theater department at school & eventually discovered that she liked doing special effects makeup ! she started to invest a lot of time into it but her school plays didn’t really need gory makeup & everything else seemed boring to her . so , she packed her bags & moved to LA . she has a few friends who live in cali who have some connections with jobs . so , right now she’s mostly reling on freelancing until she can get hiried on a set or more solid . she still reads tarot cards when she’s worried / in need of guidence & totally at every family gathering . give me her roommate who had to walk in to a horror movie scene everytime she was practicing on herself / others . ( wc )

when she was in middle school she started dying her hair & she still gets bored every once in a while and dyes it again . when she moved out of salem , especially , she began to turn her wardrobe towards the gothic side . she admitted , it’s probably her way of coping with leaving her town , but she likes it & who’s going to say something ? !

INSPO : jessica day , princess belle . + seo-hyeon ‘sunny’ rhee moved to kola three years ago . previously , she’d lived in brooklyn with her parents where they owned a small cafe ( think . ‘ house of small wonders ’ AKJSDFSD . ) in the lower east side ! their shop had always done well for itself , even if sunny had to spend most of her freetimes working / reading . but it wasn’t until they were featured on someones youtube channel ( if your muse has a travel / food youtube channel or even a popular blog ? hmu ! ) that they began to get really popular . they were featured on a few magazines & then one day , her father won the lottery . it was amazing . her father was able to get rid of the best that he had from the house & he even had his brother move to new york to help him run things . her father spoke to her about investing money in a second cafe . as her parents were growing older , the cold winters in new york weren’t doing them any favors . & they’d heard about kola before from one of their cousins who lives there ( wc ! ) . so , he asked her to go scout out a new location for a new cafe , she wasn’t opposed . she would go to the east coast , somewhere a little part of her always wanted to see , find the location , set everything up & go back to manage the new york location while her parents came to kola . it seemed simple , & thankfully , her best friend ( wc ! ) contantly comes and visits from new york and she’s been known to fly off any time she can , so she didn’t have too much time to miss home . & she’s always in new york for the holidays !

at first , she thought she would only be in kola for a year , at most , but finding a place that was perfect was hard . she’d even spent a full two months touring places just in la before turning her search back to kola . but she couldn’t find the perfect place . if the inside was beautiful , it didn’t have enough windows . she’d found one place that had good location , but the last tenants treated the place badly , the floors would have to be completely re done , the electrical wiring had to be checked , and she REALLY didn’t want to stay away from home that long . it wasn’t until the year was almost up that she was resigned that she would just have to take the place in kola that she’d found & renovate it completely . ( i’d love to see the carpenter & interior designer she’d working with ! maybe some sort of brotp ? ! )

BUT it also gave her the opportunity to build the place from top to bottom , & that was going to take time . so she rented the place just about the shop & got to work . now she’s ( finally ! ) starting to go through the process of buying decor & finding local sources for the pastries . ( anyone have a baker muse ? ! ) . she’s still as obsessed with reading as she was when she was in new york , & she’d still very much a wallflower , but she’d just really kind , and wants the best for people .

INSPO ; emmett cullen . monty green . + jun jin kim , or JIN , has lived in kola for most of his life with his father . played a lot of sports in school & fell into the popular crowd . he can sometimes be on the butt end of the joke because he can be sort of daft . while he was in high school he eneded up being captain of the soccer team & got a scholarship because of it . ( thank god tbh because his grades weren’t going to get him there . ) while he was in college , he met the girl of his dreams . & basically became the Biggest Dork over her , ( in his defense , he already was a big dummy so it wasn’t that far off . ) probably asked her out every five minutes / complimented her . unfotunatly , his mom has been sick & hasn’t been able to come to kola in over 8 years , whcih is really taxing on jin . his siter is over there taking care of her and even though he saw her two years ago , he just really misses his family but still has to build his life in kola . he’d been working as a bank investor may / may not be planning on proposing soon . ( his gf is a wc hmtfu ! ) .

INSPO : sirius black . jess mariano . dong - min kim moved to seattle when he was 8 and then to kola when he was 14 . it took a full two minutes of being at his new american school to drop his first name from dong - min to just MIN . & he gladly threatened anyone who tried to call him dong after realizing what it meant in english . was that kid obsessed with dragons & drew all over his notebook while he was supposed to be taking notes .

by elementary school , he’d decided that he wanted to draw comic books & all that was left was to do it . by the time high school came around he met his best friend ( wc ) & he couldn’t have been happier . except . . his parent’s didn’t approve of him . he’d always been too curious as a child & when he started getting detentions , they didn’t know what to do with him . they grounded him , of course , but it didn’t stop him . so he was the Worst and hardly passed . ( really , the only reason he ever did pass was because of his partner . or paying someone to do the work . )

once he was out of high school , where he streaked at graduation after the principal called his full name , dong min kim , ( it was the only possible way he felt he could respond . especially since they couldn’t do much about it now , could they ? ) he tried working with someone else for a comic book and hated it . there was no freedom to it and the storyline was already set . so , one day , while he’d sitting getting his second tattoo that month ( that he ! drew ! himself ! ) & realized that he could definitely love to tattoo for a living . his mom was even less of a fan of this job than she was of the last . the strain on their relationship was heavy and at some point , min decided that he really didn’t need to come home expect for the holidays , despite only living an hour away from them . if he ever wants to pick up a few bucks , he usually works at a dive-y rock bar at night . he hardly does this anymore , but from his time there he has a few friends ( wc ) that have been coming around for a while and made a ‘clique’ with .

INSPO : kol mikealson . james potter . the scorpion album ( cough , sandra’s rose , cough ) . + marcus sok moved from chicago to kola five years ago to attend college . he didn’t expect to leave for college that far , but after a push of encouragment from his mother , he left his family and went over there . ( which , for him , was a pretty big deal since he didn’t think he’d ever leave chicago . ) ever since he was a child he was very sure of himself , of his decsions . it was something that got him into a lot of trouble growing up but he was so set in his ways that he really didn’t care about what they thought . all he could think about what the ‘ bigger picture ’ .

when he moved to kola , all he saw was oppurtunity . if he was going to be spending this time away from a family that desperately needed him , he was going to make it worth his time . so , he studied , did more than his fair share of partying , and during his junior year he KICKED ass in an internship he worked his ass off to get . working with a marketing team for a new ( totally hipster ) company , he had about a million ideas . working with another one of the interns ( wc ) , they came up with an idea that put the company over the top , rapidy gaining popularity .

being the loud mouth entrepenour that he is , marcus went ahead and boasted about it on instagram , and some of the attention shifted to him where he gained a pretty large amount of instagram followers . so , it might have given his ego and extra boost and enflated his head JUST a little bigger than it already was , but he’s also just , genuinely happy , so it’s hard to be mad at him for it . now , he works full time for the same company , by a MIRACLE . ( trust me , he knows it’s a miracle and he doesn’t let anyone forget that he’s so lucky to be where he is bc he’s just happy that his fam is in a stable place for once JFHAKSKD. ) lives in kola while his mother / fam still live in chicago .

also in drafting stages :

noah centineo / andres pabon / the cute foreign exchange student / studying to become a doctor / + kind + studius - withdrawn - shy / INSPO : cedric diggory + remus lupin .

fc undecided / isabella rousseau / french sweetheart / + unmaterialistic - flighty + kind + enjoys simple pleasured - unthinking - doesn’t think about the future at all . / INSPO : kiki from kiki’s delievery service . lucy pevensie . ivy from the originals .

#fckit:ooc #i honestly have like two more besides these but i want to like ... not drown myself in new characters #but my muse is coming back so WOOO HOOOO #sorry for anything that's spelled wrong english isn't my first language and grammerly fell thru

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