#i actually did fall asleep while making this

[wonryllis]

PREVIEW2 : the hot dad next door (m) | park sunghoon.

﹙ 🎬 ﹚ ぃ ────𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

preview. the ever quintessential first time dad moves in next door with his five year old and finds it impossible not to fall for you, the pretty girl who gives his daughter cookies and him; the doll eyes. obsessed with your entire being, unable to keep his hands off you, park sunghoon questions if he's just crazy or he's crazy over you.

or where, he notices the way you look at his hands a little too long for it to be innocent.

meet the cast. single dad!park sunghoon with his pretty neighbour fem!reader.

genre. DILFF AUU !!, SMUT MDNI, fluff, neighbours to lovers, sunghoon is quite literally yes insanely crazed over you and for the sake of god can't keep his dick soft, domestic a little bit i guess, i want to make her my wife trope EEEKKK, slight age gap (hoon in late twenties and reader in early twenties) more to be added.

word count. 1.2k for this preview and around 20k for the whole fic.

warnings. inaccuracies about parenting cause i aint a parent, i got no idea. some hot making out in this one, dad sunghoon tired bothered from work yes it's a warning. more will be mentioned in the actual post.

check out the first preview!

"is ji— " sunghoon stands again at your door, few days later on the weekend. this time more formally dressed than normal, adorning a sleek tight fitted vest and a navy blue blazer with buttons fastened at his waist. hair styled and glasses sitting prettily on his nose bridge. the sweat trickling down his forehead and the heaviness in his breath making you feel things despite knowing it's because he's worried about his daughter with how late he got back.

"she's here don't worry, just fell asleep while waiting for you," you reassure his distraught self. being a single and new father took a much harder toll on him at times like these when he couldn't be with his angel and he honestly didn't know how he'd survive if it weren't for you.

his job asked a lot of him and he couldn't always asks his friends and family to look over her, to have someone like you beside him was a breath of relief.

"i'm sorry, the meeting lasted longer than i thought and then traffic—" he tries explaining, wishing you aren't fed up of him and his daughter yet.

"it's okay sunghoon, everything's fine. do you wanna have some wine before you go?"

in hopes of easing his stress and let his mind have a rest, you offer in a feeble tone of expectation.

sunghoon nods, sighing as he takes off his shoes slow and tired. trudging behind you as you walk over to the fridge to bring out the heavy bottle. you look up to smile at him across the counter while he slips off his blazer and folds up his sleeves, there's no way he does not know what he's doing. but then loser clueless sunghoon really is not aware of the effect his exposed arms have on you. his friends and colleagues have told and he probably remembers it at the back of his mind, but the thing is, he is not really trying at this moment, he's just tired from work.

hot and bothered. and being alone with you in a room like this is just making him feel hotter.

it takes him a second but when he notices you struggle to get the wine glasses from the shelf, he does not think much before walking over and grabbing them for you. his body behind yours, chest touching your back and with his hands stretched out it's like you trapped between him and the counter. the scent of your shampoo hits his nose and that's what makes him realize just how close he is to you.

he stands still for a moment, trying to inhale as much of you as he can, but when he feels you shift, about to turn around, he's immediately snapping out of it; stepping back in an instant.

"i-i'm sorry, just noticed you needed help so," he mumbles apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck in shyness like usual and yet again unaware of how much you did not want him to be sorry.

"yes, thank you sunghoon," you smile at him despite the little tinge of frustration at the back of your subconscious.

leading him to the couch, and sitting awfully close to him on purpose you put the glasses on the tea table, pouring in the wine as you discreetly watch him shift nervously beside you. sunghoon feels distressed and troubled, once again he can smell you the tingles of white musk playing his nostrils. and he can also feel your thigh rubbing against his, albeit obstruct by the fabric of his suit pant, still very much obvious. perhaps the wine will help him calm down.

"so how was your day?" you hand him the glass, taking your own and staring at him as you take a sip, waiting for him to answer.

you listen in patience as he rants about how all that could go wrong went wrong at work. gazing over features, and the way his clothes hugged him right. at some point, his brows furrow and he starts to frown, looking towards the balcony as he speaks.

it bothers you for some reason, you don't want him to be so stressed. with the slight intoxication of the wine in your system, you reach forward to take his glasses off, putting them away on the table alongside your empty wine glass. and tugging him closer by his wrinkled tie leave a little wet kiss, a spilt second of a first move and sunghoon swears he feels all his hesitations disappear.

his breath slows down and his face relaxes for that short moment your lips touch, internally malfunctioning at the situation, short circuiting in stillness, wide eyes and unmoving lips.

however as soon as he sees at the dazed look in your doll eyes when you pull away, all his nervousness flies out, for all he can think of is the way your lips moved on his, and how addicting it felt, like something he wanted to feel every single moment he possibly could.

"fuck," he pulls you back by the back of your head, quite literally engulfing your lips in a sloppy kiss, going berserk over the feel of you. his hands are quick to slip to your thighs carressing up and down a few times before grabbing them to haul you onto his lap. it's a mess. he can't seem to stop, kissing over your lips over and over again in soft nibbles, sometimes dragging a moment to suck on them. hands once again carressing from your thighs to your waist, holding you tight in his arms by there, yanking you closer.

it takes everything in him to pull away but it's only to catch and breath and there's no way he's letting this chance go. tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while your sweaty foreheads rest against each other.

just as he's leaning back in, still breathless,"dada?" the sound of jia's voice down the hall has you both immediately pushing away and sitting back down on the couch properly. sunghoon brushes back his wet hair and tugs at his tie before standing up to get his daughter.

"yes baby, dada's back. come on, let's go back," the way he picks her up and walks over to you makes your insides tingle, still not over the kiss.

"we're gonna be going then, thank you for—" sunghoon's eyes linger over the wine glasses and how messed up you look and he gulps before he continues,"having us over," his words sound deeper yet more innocent than the seductive meaning behind them.

you watch them walk out the door, waving jia and sunghoon good night as they unlock their front door and go in.

inside, his blazer still hung over the edge of the couch. a testament to the reality of all things that happened in the room. of it being more than just a dream. you enjoyed having jia over and taking care of her, it was never a nuisance and the fact that if you were to be together with sunghoon she would be your daughter too sounded more of a gift than a burden. you understood his situation, and despite not yet knowing of how and where jia's mom is, you trust him.

it was the start of a something sunghoon never wanted to end. and he could only hope you'd feel the same way. if only he knew how you felt.

[enwoso]

I’m actually not sure if you’ve written about this before but, would you write a lovie story where lovie has a accident during the night or something like that and feel a bit embarrassed and scared to tell Alessia?

LITTLE WORRIES | alessia russo x child!reader

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it was a quiet night in the russo household, the soft hum of the tv playing in alessia’s room as she did her daily late night scroll on her phone, winding down from the busy day having put you to bed hours ago.

alessia had just turned out the bedside lamp, winding down to fall asleep when she heard the faintest sound from down the hallway.

a muffled shuffle, a hiccup and then silence. she paused slightly, waiting till she heard it again. her motherly instincts tingling.

“lovie?” alessia called out gently, slipping her feet into her slippers as she wrapped her dressing gown around her body keeping her from the cool air.

at first there was no reply, then after a moment came the smallest and quietest, “yeah?”

a frown appeared on alessia’s face as she headed to your room. pushing the door open softly, and there was you standing in the middle of the room with your hands bunched nervously in the hem of your pyjama top.

your big blue eyes were wide, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and a little bit behind you was a distinct wet spot on your sheets.

as soon as alessia saw it her heart melted instantly, “oh lovie,” she said softly, crouching down to your height.

“i- i didn’t meant to,” you stammered out as your lip trembled. “i didn’t even know it happened till i woke up. i was dreaming and t-then…” you voice cracked as you looked down, ashamed filling your tiny features. “i didn’t want to tell you.”

alessia reached out to gently tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, “hey, hey, it’s okay. mummy’s not upset with you” your mummy’s voice warm and soothing. “accidents happen baby, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about”

your chin wobbled, a slight feeling of overwhelming coming over you as you tried your best not to cry, “b..but i’m not a baby and i- i didn’t want you to think i am”

alessia smiled sadly as she pulled you into a hug, your mummy’s arms wrapping securely around your small frame and she rubbed a soothing hand up your back.

“you’re not a baby, lovie. your my big, brave girl! but even big brave girls have accidents sometimes. it doesn’t mean anything except your body had a little mix-up while you were sleeping”

“really?” you whispered into your mummy’s shoulder as you hear her hum.

“really,” your mummy’s arms wrapping said firmly, “i had accidents when i was little too. your still learning and you know what? it’s easy to clean up!”

you sniffled and nodded into your mummy’s shoulder neck, your little arms tightening around your mummy’s shoulders. “i didn’t mean to”

“i know you didn’t,” alessia smiled, standing up as she sat you on her hip like she always would when you were smaller. “how about we clean you up first then we can tackle the bed, together?”

“okay” you said, you voice soft and quiet but no longer trembling.

your mummy carried you to the bathroom, setting you down gently as she helped you into fresh pyjamas. as you washed your hands, alessia was already pulling out a new set of sheets as she hummed a tune which you recognised from bedtime.

together, you both peeled off the damp sheets. you holding one corner while alessia handled the rest. by the time you were done, the bed was fresh and clean again. the little accident forgotten about.

“see? all better” your mummy grinned, fluffing up your pillow and placing your blankets in the way you liked.

you smiled tiredly as you rubbed your eyes “thanks mummy”

your mummy kissed you on the forehead, “always lovie. now how about a quick cuddle before we go back to sleep?”

you nodded eagerly, climbing into your fresh bed as your mummy slipped in beside you. you clinging onto your mummy as she threaded her fingers through your hair.

your mummy’s arms making you feel safe and warm, “you don’t think i’m silly?” you whispered against your mummy’s chest.

“never! your the coolest girl i know!”

and with that, you closed your eyes, your embarrassment replaced by the comforting certainty of your mummy’s love.

[beautifullilacsky]

It was late, and he had to go to work early again tomorrow. Though, when he mentioned that he was trying to fall asleep after asking me if I am tired, I wanted to help in a way. So, I offered him a massage. Little did I know it wouldn't help him sleep soon at all. We started talking more, and at one point we talked about which parts of my internship I enjoyed, and which I did not. Based on the fact that I am enjoying the designing part, he thought it could be a nice idea to look into jobs in that region. Yes, he was right; I told him about the job that I found interesting; UI/UX designer. I explained it a bit, and he said that the back-end part sounded more like programming. Then, I hesitated for a moment but decided that this is the exact moment to say it. I guess I had been a bit scared. A bit scared he'd find it useless, or out of character, or ... I don't even know. Anyway. Now it was time to spill how I figured that for (a part of) this job, programming might be needed, or a plus. So, that is what I've been learning for the past 2 weeks. He asked what exactly I was learning, so I explained the app and the languages that I was working on. He fairly noted a couple of times that I was getting shy, which, I was. He said I really didn't have to be, asking me to come lay besides him again. "Are you doing it because of me? Or because of the CC thing?", I was happy to assure him that no, I did not learn this for him. He thanked me for telling him about what I've been doing these days. I thanked him that eventho he knows that people aren't using these coding languages, he didn't demotivate me. According to him, it is really good to know the basics. I don't remember the exact order, but I do know he told me I was cute uncountable amount of times, accompanied with many back kisses. Also quite a few "I like you"'s.

"You know, if you want, you can use my desk or we can get you another monitor". I hesitated a bit, being my comfizone self who is afraid the double screen will be so good I'll not want to live without it. He said he can only offer, and I said it'd actually be nice. "Okay, we will look into it tomorrow afternoon then". He also kept his appropriate distance, while showing me his support, by saying that if I had any questions, I knew who to come to. Yeah. If anyone can answer my questions, it's him. Mt smart smart boy.

Anyway. I thanked him for listening and I apologized for keeping him awake for long. He didn't mind it at all. Instead, he was grateful. He went on to touch me. "Hey, boyfriend, have you looked at the clock?". He again, didn't mind. He was awake, and so was I. If I wanted him to stop, he said he would, but I honestly didn't. After he went down on me for a while, I pulled him back up. He kissed my neck and asked me if I was okay. I was, but I felt the time pressure, making it harder for me to reach that point, putting even more pressure on, etc etc. "Oh no. You don't have to feel pressured; all you should do is enjoy. We have all of the time in the world, okay? Take all the time you need. Really, don't feel pressured", he assured me multiple times. I asked for teamwork, which allowed him to softly tell me more loving words, such as saying he liked me, how I was hot, and how I was being a good girl. After I finished, he asked me if he should stop, and that I could say "no" to the question if it felt good. He sucked on the skin of the area between my neck and collarbone as I came for the second time. That was insanely intense. He already thought I did the first time, but now I actually did start crying. He held me, making comforting shushing noices, "go ahead, let it all out. It's okay, you can cry".

A lot of back kisses, sweet words and a tiny bite later, I fell asleep into his arms. Sjeesj, he made me feel SO SO insanely safe and loved. He said all of the right things, and knew exactly what was going through my brain, using that info to calm me down. He owns my heart, and I wouldn't want it any other way. I am so sure that it is safe in his hands.

[hitomisuzuya]

Hi Suzu, how are you?

Could I request a fluff fic with reverse isekai and harbinger! scaramouche please :)

harbinger!scaramouche x fem!reader. fluffy fluff fluff. reverse isekai.

i know my fluff doesn't hit as well because i know that's not why you guys are really here, but, i enjoy writing fluff so 😊

scaramouche wasn't an idiot. once he'd discovered that the stars in teyvat were fake, he got to thinking. the idea of the stars had to come from somewhere else. the second he mysteriously arrived in your world, he sure got his answer.

your world's stars have to be the blueprint for teyvat's stars.

that wasn't the curious thing though. the curious thing was you. at first, you were just a means to an end. somewhere to stay until he adjusted to your world and then he would dip.

or so he thought.

he totally didn't expect this world to deal him a hand of cards in his favor. you sure are strange to him. you are well versed for some reason about where he has come from, so he didn't really have to explain anything to you.

once you got over the shock of him actually being here right in front of you, it didn't take him long for him to figure out that you are really, really in love with him. which stretched his ego in ways you couldn't possibly imagine.

so sue him if he used that to his advantage. it was sweet how often you dote on him.

needless to say, thanks to you, it was incredibly easy for him to adjust. your worlds mechanics are more similar to teyvat's than he thought.

as you would like to say, scaramouche was soaking up reality tv like a sponge. the overblown drama was the funniest thing in the world to him. and 95% of the time, these people did it to themselves. and he got to sit back and watch it all without even lifting a finger.

"i wish i could've taken you to a harbinger banquet. the drama that can be stirred up is just as good as this," he has probably what you would describe as a shit eating smirk on his face as he watched this woman cry about one guy she likes not returning her affection because she slept with his best friend.

scaramouche struggles to understand sentiment sometimes. this woman was waxing on about how she couldn't stop thinking about the guy she realizes she has more feelings for. about she even thought about him at night while she fell asleep. but she was losing sleep because she always was thinking about him.

"what is this shrew even talking about?" he scoffs, "she talks in a tone like all woman are like this. you either think about him while you fall asleep or you don't. how is she losing sleep thinking about him then?" he glances over at you, and immediately grits his teeth.

why did you have to look so cute right now?

you are having a delayed reaction of sorts. oh you heard every word he said, but you are still processing something he said before his rant. you had a soft, happy smile on your face while you fidget with your fingers. 'i can't believe he just said that to me. he said he wishes he could take me to a harbinger banquet. that would make it kind of like a date, right? should i bring it up later? or-'

"did you even hear a word i said?" scaramouche's voice cuts right through your pounding heart in your ears, and your racing thoughts.

"i think she is being truthful, at least in that respect," you reply, quickly trying to gather yourself. things have been very hard for you lately to say the least.

you enjoy actually being able to dote on scaramouche in ways you thought you never would've been able to. he is a fictional character, this shouldn't be possible. but sometimes you can barely handle being in his presence. it really reminds you of how in love with him you really are. he just flusters you so much.

and it shows all over your face.

scaramouche's eyes widen for a moment. what was with you? you usually made fun of these people with him. but there was something about your voice that sounds different now. like you relate to what she said a lot. "oh?" he raises his eyebrow in indication for you to continue.

"mhm, i do think she is being truthful," boy, did you know what she was talking about. "i have lost so many hours of sleep thinking about you. what she meant by losing sleep is she tosses and turns in bed thinking some kind of activity will force her to stop thinking about him, but it doesn't work. she can only think about him while her tossing and turning keeps her from sleeping," once you start talking however, you can't seem to stop.

"i have lost so much sleep doing exactly that. there is not one girl, no scratch that. there not one person on this earth that doesn't have someone they lose sleep thinking about like that," you took a breath to steady yourself, very firm on standing your ground. any second you knew scaramouche was going to cut in so you have to quick.

"for god's sake, i barely sleep knowing you are in the room next to mine. especially when i know i would.." you trail off in a fit of shy. you can barely bring yourself to finish what you are saying.

that you knew you would sleep so much better if you could be curled up next to him.

scaramouche snorts, and taps his index finger on your lips. "i hear you up at night, you know," he teased, smirking as your eyes widen for a moment as the blush on your cheeks darkens.

"huh? you do? i tried to be as quiet as possible. the last thing i wanted to do was disturb you," how?! you worked so hard to stay quiet at night.

"it's not disturbing me. i just have extra sensitive hearing," you couldn't help but smile a little bit at his response. it was his bristly way of reassuring you. this is why you are so interesting. you just confessed to being in love with him without actually saying it. it feels strangely...nice to him when he has these moments with you.

"since you humans are fragile enough to need sleep, i will sleep in the same bed as you so that you can sleep. i am not opposed to it," he glares at you, daring you to protest.

"you aren't?" you reply with shy hesitation that he quite frankly found adorable.

"i don't like being in debt to people. so consider that as repaying my debt you," things would've been a lot harder for him without you. and it didn't even make sense to him that you stay in a separate room at night.

"you are such a man, scara. and i mean they in the best way," you reply, smiling at him. it startles scaramouche how much he has been anticipating your smiles lately. you usually look away shyly at moments like this. and he was glad you didn't.

oh please, go on. he knows how great he is.

"let's watch these people implode themselves more," he clears his throat and unpauses the tv. he didn't even realize he automatically did it when you started talking. he glances at you and sighs.

you seem unsure of what to do now. you kept giving him side glances, looking at him for some sort of guidance. he realizes he can genuinely get used to the feeling of you depending on him for once.

sighing, he put his arm around you, bringing your head to rest on his chest. he mimics breathing for you to relax

[emsdevs]

can we get a tz11 where reader is nervous for something so he just does whatever he can to make her laugh and cheer her up 🙏

Sticks and Smiles

a/n: kirby my love, i'm sorry i made you wait so long for this 🧍‍♀️i hope i make you giggle while you read this MWAH love you 🧡

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You had an important interview at work coming up, and as the day got closer, your nerves became more and more prominent. Trevor could see the toll it was taking on you, and it made his chest hurt. He hates seeing you so stressed out. His favorite activity is actually making you smile or laugh. It’s what gets him through his own hard days. He takes it upon himself to cheer you up. He can’t have his girl being down all the time. What kind of boyfriend would he be?

“Hey babe! What do you call a pig that does karate?” he wasn’t sure why, but dad jokes were his preferred method of cheering you up. It probably stems from when he said one on your first date because he was so nervous he wasn’t sure what to talk about. That was the first time he’d heard you really laugh, and he’s been chasing that high ever since.

“What, Trev?” you couldn’t hide the sigh in your words.

“A pork chop!” He managed to get a little grin out of you, but he wasn’t planning on stopping. He’d try again soon. Just about thirty-five minutes later, he decided he should throw out another joke.

“Why did the golfer bring two pairs of pants?”

“I don’t know, Trev. Why?” the grin was already making its way back onto your face, and he knew he was making progress.

“In case he got a hole in one. Duh,” he said the punchline in such a stupid tone you couldn’t help but let out one little chuckle. He waited almost an hour this time, giving it enough time that you might think he’s done.

“Baby. What did the policeman say to his belly button?” “Again?”

“Yes! C’mon!”

“Okay,” you sigh, but it was really just for dramatics, “what did he say?”

“You’re under a vest!” Trevor must’ve thought this one was pretty funny because he laughed before he could even catch your reaction. When he saw you fighting away a smile, he knew for sure his plan would work. He just couldn’t give up.

The two of you had just finished eating dinner when he dropped the next joke, “Why are there gates around cemeteries?”

Your brows are furrowed when you look at him, worried about where this joke might go, “Why?”

“Because people are dying to get in!”

“Trevor!” you try to scold him, but with the small laughs you’re letting out, you know he isn’t taking you seriously. He waits until you’re both in bed to tell you his last joke. You’d just gotten comfy, him cuddled up against your back.

“Babe,” he’s whispering horribly right into your ear, “what’s brown and sticky?”

“Trevor, no.”

“C’mon please.” Again, you sigh, “Okay. What is brown and sticky, Trev?”

He snorts before revealing the answer, “A stick.”

You can’t help it. That one gets you. Before long, you’re cackling right beside Trevor, and he’s loving it. It feels like it’s been forever since he’s seen you smile that brightly. Knowing he caused it makes him ten times happier.

“There’s my favorite smile,” he’s looking at you so tenderly that it leaves no room to doubt how he feels for you.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so stressed recently,” you’re not sure why you’re apologizing. You just felt the need to.

“Don’t be sorry. Just wanna be sure you’re happy. That’s all I ever want,” Trevor leans in to kiss your temple, and the two of you fall asleep like that, all tangled up in one another with smiles on your faces.

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[multiheadcanons]

THE MERCS AS PASSENGERS IN MY CAR EXCEPT I DONT GIVE ANY CONTEXT

scout: normal passenger. he can get passenger seat if nobody else is in the car. likes my car’s aesthetic. doesn’t complain about the speeding or the volume of the music. won’t let me touch my phone while the car is in motion. answers all my calls and texts. please stop doing that. knows way too much about me because he has my phone. he’s lucky he’s cute.

soldier: get in the backseat. be happy i don’t put him in the trunk. won’t complain about the volume of the music but will complain about music selection. messes with my bluetooth transmitter and turns my cabin lights on. please stop doing that. tries to get phone privileges, i would rather wreck the car going 55 than give him my phone.

pyro: pyro can sit up front but would probably choose the backseat. obsessed with what i got going on with my ceiling. pyro would probably appreciate car camping in the same sense that i appreciate car camping. i would let pyro set the leds color in my car because i love them and want them to think i’m cool and jiggy with the real weirdos.

demo: another normal passenger. will fall asleep in the front seat so he can have front seat so that nobody else has access to my phone. i wouldn’t make him sit in the back, he’d have to decide to sit in the back and he rarely would. that’s okay with me, he won’t complain about the heat or the windows or the music or the speeding, so he’s like, second in line for front seat privileges.

heavy: number one front seat priority. only merc i will not have my volume maxed out while i drive. if he does have complaints, he won’t make them known. finds the sprucing up… humorous, somewhat. will absentmindedly go through my phone and i would actually die if he did that so we’re driving on instinct and my phone is safely on my side of the car. hope i know where i’m going.

engie: backseat driving son of a bitch. get in the trunk. he’ll grab the side handles every time i don’t come to a perfect brake, or if i’m two miles over the limit. asks if i was taught to drive by cavemen. i say yes to piss him off. holds my phone hostage, if he doesn’t actively throw it out of the window. i feel like engie and i would argue a lot in the car. i’d tell him he’s welcome to walk, at least once. i feel like he would also be the guy i trust the most to drive my car if i couldn’t drive it for some reason. like i wouldn’t willingly hand my keys over to anyone else, no questions asked. would also beg him to do the maintenance on the car, and probably still end up having to pay him good money to get it done. worth it.

medic: i don’t think medic would willingly get in my car unless the keys were in his hand. i don’t think he’d let me drive my own car. he might pay my insurance though if he wants to drive it to do whatever he wants to do. which is hilarious, because he is a dogshit driver. i wanna join for the ride though. see if i can get him to make a pit stop. and it’d be nice to split gas. would probably like using my car as a private meeting area, somewhere to be with no recording devices where he needs as much privacy as he can feasibly swing with minimal payout on his end. will intentionally go through my phone. i’d let him, and then gaslight the fuck out of everyone else that whatever he saw on there wasn’t actually there. give them my phone and everything.

sniper: snipes can only get in my car if scout’s in my car. because i want to torture that man and i want scout to help me do it. he gets front seat because the button to roll the window up and down doesn’t work, but my button still works, so i’ll roll the windows all the way down— which he won’t mind. what he will mind is me playing the entirety of dauntless manifesto until he’s desperately trying to roll the window up. scout won’t get what’s going on until we get to water balloons. once he sees that damn aussie freeze in his seat he is 100% on board with what’s happening, and every other window goes up except sniper’s. he will never enter my car again unless nobody else can drive.

spy: i’d have to hold spy at gunpoint to even get him to approach the car. and even then if i have the keys in hand he’s not getting in the car. he will, however, steal my keys and go on a joy ride without my knowledge. just to see how it drives. see why i enjoy driving in my car. he doesn’t really get it. will also commandeer my car as a private, unrecorded meeting area whenever he wanted it and i wasn’t actively in it so i couldn’t start the car and trap him in it. would also use it as a smoke spot. he gets why i love my car when the car is not in motion.

[sleepychenle]

wc: 326. genre: fluff, comfort, angst?. tags: roomate!jisung, uni au. [a/n]: im bad at tags so please lmk if this is labeled wrong. I MISS MY MUG

you’ve been awake since 4 am.

you decided to go to the bathroom and when you came back, pulling your blankets over you and trying to relax in your dark but warm room, it was already too late. you weren’t gonna fall asleep any time soon.

you started to think about everything: from the final you failed last night; to your current friendships... can you even call it that? the same friendships you’ve poured so much effort into, yet somehow it never felt like enough; how much you miss talking about your concerns with someone... wait, you’ve never actually done that; and the list goes on.

4 hours swiftly went by... now it’s 8 am.

you sigh and get off bed. "i guess it’s a reasonable time to get up now" you thought to yourself while putting your slippers on.

you get out of your room and make your way to the kitchen, hoping not to wake jisung, your roomate, up. you bet he was as drained as you, knowing he stayed late at uni just like you had to.

you grab your favorite hello kitty mug and when you turn around to pour some coffee, it slips from your fingers.

you look down just in time to see how it shatters right next to your feet, a loud noise along with little ceramic pieces spreading everywhere. you chuckle bitterly and crouch on the floor looking at your mug, now turned into dust.

jisung gets out of his room hurriedly. "are you okay? did you get hurt?" he crouches next to you, grabbing your shoulder ever so gently. "i didn’t mean to wake you up" you say quietly without taking your eyes off the mess you’ve made.

he chuckles softly, admiring your ability to care about him even at this moment. jisung follows your gaze "that was the hello kitty one, right?" you just nod, your chin trembling at this point. "come here" he says standing up and dragging you with him.

jisung hugs you, holding your head to his chest. the difference between your height and his being too obvious now. he interrupts your thoughts "this is not about the mug, is it?".

and as he says that, you just let go. crying to your roomate about all that has been bothering you for a while now. gripping his now-wet-with-tears shirt.

"you can tell me whenever you’re ready, okay?" he says caressing your hair in a soothing manner.

[maraudersilver]

despise you (Sirius Black x Potter!Reader)

Sirius Black x Fem!Potter!Reader

Part 1

wc: 2,8K

cw: swearing, angst, Sirius being Sirius

The weekend went by in the blink of an eye. Sunday morning had been quite the sight in both the Slytherin and Hufflepuff tables during lunch, given nobody had been awake for breakfast. Your head had been pounding. Apparently, even if you get to fall asleep during a party, the loudness of it penetrates your dreams and leaves you restless. 

For some miracle you denied to pray for, there was no prank for your house or housemates. You were sure the Marauders had been down there to set one, especially in vengeance for the Quidditch match, but luckily whatever thoughts crossed their minds made them turn around empty handed.

Now Monday afternoon, Regulus sat next to you in Defense, head dropped on his hand while he twisted his quill absentmindedly on his fingers. Professor Bassel was revising the lesson about vampires, something that you had studied the year before. A couple of yawns came from Barty, who swung in the back legs of his chair in an attempt to drop ink on Umbridge’s hair. 

You at least pretended to pay attention, writing down whenever Bassel looked your way. Although you supposed scribbling down the results of the tic-tac-toe tournament going on at the end of the classroom between Pandora and some Ravenclaws was not as productive as it would seem from outside. 

“Pandora wins. Davis lost,” Dorcas informed from the desk behind you in a whisper, turning back around to continue observing the in-other-situation dull game. 

“Final between Pandora and Craftwood,” you mumbled, drawing the last square. 

Regulus squinted his eyes to look at your notebook, nodding pleasantly at the results. With a quick look back, he smirked when the both of you saw the Ravenclaw boy with sweat running down his temples. Pandora had cornered him. 

“What was the prize again?”

“Notes of all classes for a whole month,” you replied quietly, doodling what was supposed to be a flower on another page.

“Just from Craftwood?”

“Nu-uh. All Ravenclaw sixth years.”

“I don’t know if I trust anyone’s notes besides mine,” grumbled Regulus, leaning back on his chair.

“Then make your own,” you shrugged, giving him your sweetest smile when he glared at you. “What?”

He simply shook his head, huffing and twisting his quill again, now quicker. 

Suddenly, a bunch of cheers and boos came from the back of the classroom. Everyone turned back, just in time to see Pandora lifting a hand in triumph while all Ravenclaws sulked or groaned in defeat. Pandora won, so you surrounded her name with vigour. That month you wouldn’t need to pay attention to Arithmancy

“Care to explain the fuss?” Passel passive-aggressively asked, earning a few quiet apologies and silence. “Well? Rosier. You had your hand up. Did you have any questions? Maybe you can also explain the commotion.”

Pandora had a dreamy look on her, almost as if she wasn’t present at all. Before she could open her mouth, a small ring sound interrupted her. Saved by the bell. Without another look to Professor Bassel, you gathered all your things and followed Regulus out of the class, where you waited for the rest of your friends to head to the library. 

Christmas was around the corner and most Professors had been assigning too much work lately. Ancient Runes alone would take more than two hours to complete the assignment. Dorcas grabbed your arm, leading you up the stairs in a rush.

“Why are we running?” you asked out of breath, almost spitting your lungs out of your body when you finally reached the wooden doors.

Dorcas didn’t reply. Not that it was necessary, because the moment you stepped foot at the library you saw Marlene McKinnon sat with her friends at one of the tables.

“Really, Dorcas?” you huffed, shaking your head. “Go sit with them if you like. I’m actually going to study.”

Dorcas rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Come find me later when you leave.”

“You coming with us to Slytherin?” You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, and the girl scoffed.

“Depends. See you later, Potter.”

Dorcas strutted towards the table where the Gryffindor girls were quietly studying, sitting next to McKinnon with a haughty mettle you had never seen on her. The blonde smirked at Dorcas, wriggling her eyebrows at something your friend had said. Meanwhile, Mary and Lily just sighed in mirth.

“Abandoned for a girl. Is this the fate that awaits us?” Barty exclaimed dramatically from beside you, startling you as you didn’t hear him approach. You hushed him, the nearer students to where you stood looking in annoyance to the boy. “Can a man not outloud his concerns?”

“Not at the library,” you snapped. “And what’s with the formal speech? Are you Regulus now or what?”

“I do not speak like that,” drawled the mentioned boy, passing by your side and dropping himself in a chair nearby.

“Um. You do.” Barty cheekily tapped Regulus’ head, earning a snarl from the Black younger brother.

Barty took another table a little more hidden than the one Regulus was sprawled on. The black haired boy groaned, but took his things again and the two of you followed Barty behind the bookshelves. 

“Where’s Pandora?” you asked confused, trying to get a look at the main door.

“Went to the Ravenclaw common room to clarify the prize for the tournament.”

You nodded at Barty, and then took your Ancient Runes homework. It was quiet for a while, the three of you settling on a work environment that managed to make you work harder. 

Little over an hour, however, commotion sounded from where you remembered Marlene and her friends were studying. Masculine voices were prominent, and inward you prayed, actually prayed, for the Marauders not to find you or your group. You were sorry for Lily, but it was her turn to entertain your brother and his idiotic friends.

Luck was not on your side that day, either. You hadn't realized that the person sat on the table next to yours was Remus Lupin. He had been so quiet and surrounded by a wall of books that it had been impossible to get a glimpse of him until he snapped his head up at the voices of his friends. 

“You have to be kidding me,” you groaned, Regulus nodding in agreement.

Remus tilted his head and crossed looks with you, giving you a small smile before standing up to get his group from gaining detention for disrupting the library. You sighed and rubbed your temples, preparing yourself for another unwanted encounter.

You had tried to avoid them since Saturday night. Especially Sirius. The way your heart started fluttering lately whenever you saw him was starting to worry you. What if he had poured some kind of concoction developed by the evil minds of the Marauders on your drink during summer? That could be the explanation. A slow kill. It had to be it. Him and James had probably wanted to test it on you before pranking half the school with it. Tachycardia whenever you saw the one who poured it. Definitely it was that. 

Regulus nudged you out of your confabulations when your brother, Sirius and Peter prowled towards the table Remus was directing them to. Thankfully for you, Sirius didn’t even grant you a glance. ‘Bloody awesome’, you thought, although your chest tightened uncomfortably at the lack of attention. You wanted to whine, you really needed to get rid of the effects of the potion.

Your -questionable- peace lasted a few seconds until James decided to pass by and place his hands on your side of the table, leaning in to greet you with a mischievous smile. Honestly, you felt too old for this. Even if you were younger than James.

“Whacha doing sis?” James asked sweetly. Voice so wrapped in honey you prepared yourself for the upcoming prank. 

“If you dare to-”

“Wow! I haven’t done anything!” ‘yet’, you thought. James raised his hands in a gesture of proclaiming innocence. “Just came by to see my favourite sister. How’s everything going?”

“I’m your only sister,” you deadpanned. “And I highly doubt I’m your favourite.”

“Always so hard on yourself,” James chuckled, and Barty shushed him. “Oh?”

“Some people here want to study, Potter. I’d reckon you do the same.”

Regulus and you groaned, and James looked at Barty in bemusement. “What’s wrong with your talking, man?”

“Oi! I’ll have you know, my talking is perfectly fine.”

“Junior, dude, stop it.” You shook your head, secondhand embarrassment scrapping your chest. 

At Barty’s tantrum, you tried to get Regulus’ attention for some backup, but his sight had been placed on a pink cupcake-like figure at the end of the corridor. By James' sudden turn of his head, your face probably reflected the same horror you felt inside.

“Regulus! No, I fuckin’ forbid it. Bloody Umbridge? Really? Miss Strawberry Cupcake? The cat lady? Rumor has it she tortures first years in the girl’s bathroom!” you yell-whispered in despair.  

“The hell you on about?” Regulus complained, looking back at you with eyes that clearly said ‘you’re crazy’.

Apparently, his brother’s name paired with a girl’s in the same sentence had gained Sirius’ attention, because in less than you could say ‘quidditch’, he was crouched before you at your table much to your distress. You definitely weren’t finishing Ancient Runes anytime soon. 

“Want a lady’s attention, brother beloved?” Sirius mocked, and you could see in Regulus’ face the moment he regretted being born.

After having Sirius living with you and your parents for the last two summers, you knew him and Regulus weren’t on speaking terms. So you could only imagine the confusion your friend was experiencing from the inside. 

“No,” Regulus deadpanned and looked down at his Transfiguration essay, ignoring the inquisitorial look of his brother.

“Seemed like that, um, pinky chick caught your eye,” Sirius tried again, his face twisting slightly at the sight of Umbridge. For once in your life, you agreed with him in that.

“This is your fault,” Regulus grumbled at you grumpily, Sirius’ statement disregarded. “I don’t fucking like her.”

You raised your hands in surrender, feeling almost bad for him with how much attention you’d pulled over him. Barty, on his part, had leaned back on his chair and was observing the quarrel as if it was a tennis match. He caught your eye for a moment and waggled his eyebrows, causing you to snort.

“Sorry, Reg. It’s just, you also looked at her before at Defense and-”

“I did not!”

“She got you wrapped around her finger, huh? Knew you had it in you, Reggie,” Sirius laughed, earning a few glares from the students nearby, including Remus, who had gone back to his book fort. He didn’t even look ashamed. His grey eyes passed from Regulus to you, amusement glinting in them before winking at you. Shameless. 

Your heart fluttered again, and you made a mental note to ask James about the freaking antidote to whatever those two airheads had decided to pull on you. Your paranoia was only amplified by the warmth that went up to your neck and cheeks. Could this be considered attempted murder?

“I hate you all. Go fuck yourselves.”

Regulus stood up abruptly and, quicker than you had ever witnessed, he gathered his things and stormed away from the library. A low whistle came from Barty, who just shrugged his shoulders comically. On the other hand, dread settled on your chest. Definitely, your intention hadn’t been to embarrass your best friend in front of his brainless brother. 

“Well. He needs a little bit of encouragement.” Sirius shrugged, copying Barty’s movements and looked back at James, who had stood nearby along with Peter. “Although I should lecture him about which girls are actually worth it,” he snickered, and Peter snorted.

And look. Umbridge was not your cup of tea. Hell, you couldn’t even stand her. But the way Sirius was talking about her based on her looks more than her morals made your blood boil. 

James saw it coming before the other boys. He recoiled back to Remus, who just shot him a bored glare. Meanwhile, Peter and Sirius were still cackling, and Barty had opted to look at the ceiling, awaiting for what was to come when he saw your fists clenching at your sides.

“And who are worth it, Black?” you spat with venom.

Sirius turned to look at you bemusedly, only to grant you a half smile relying more on a sly smirk. “Definitely not her.”

“And why not?” Seriously. You had just wanted to finish your homework. Why did Sirius always end up looking for a fight?

“You’re smart, Potter, aren’t you? Look at her. She looks like she fought a factory of baking Pygmy Puffs.” Now Peter was howling, hands gripping his stomach. Sirius just prided on it.

Dolores Umbridge could be many things. A blood supremacist, annoying, too righteous, overlying the psychopath definition in the dictionary, a maniac… An overall awful person. And if Sirius had given you any of those reasons, you would have -reluctantly- agreed with him. But you were sure he didn’t even know her. Probably knew nothing about her. Just judging her for her love of pink. Which, yes, you also found excessive, but everyone had their vices.

“If all the girls in this school knew how disgusting you are, neither would want to touch you with a stick, Black,” you snarled, face as neutral as when you played magic poker with Evan, the difference residing in the deathly glare you were setting on the boy.

You saw him flinching, almost imperceptible, his face falling down slightly before his expression turned into a wry face. “Talking from experience, Potter? Don’t remember seeing you with anyone. Feeling lonely?” He cooed, a fake pout decorating his features. “If you want me to snog you that bad, be a good girl and ask for it. Maybe I could consider it.”

You felt something breaking in your chest, agonizingly so that you swore your heart was clenching itself to death. The tickle in your stomach transformed into a churn. You never got along with him, but was he always this despicable? 

Without uttering another word, you decided upon following Regulus’ steps. Maybe you should have done so when he did. An encounter with the Marauders never brought any good with it. 

“Oi!” James called your name, brows furrowing in worry. “Where are you going?”

After placing the last of your books in your bag, you turned to Barty. “You coming?” He shook his head, signaling to the unfinished Potions essay scattered on his side. “Right. When you leave, tell Dorcas.”

“Potter.” Sirius called, his expression matching James’. “Potter, I was joking. I didn’t-”

“James.” You ignored Sirius, and your brother nodded with wide eyes. “I want the antidote for whatever you and the piece of shit you have for a friend spilled on my drink during summer. Tomorrow at breakfast.”

You didn’t let him reply and stormed off from the library, much like Regulus had done a few minutes before. 

“What antidote? What she talking about?” Peter asked, drinking on the clueless expression on both boys’ faces. 

“No idea,” admitted Sirius, pinching his eyebrows with his eyes still fixed on where you had been moments prior.

“You didn’t have to be such a dickhead, you know?” James chastised, crossing his arms.

On the way to the common room you tried to keep your tears at bay. You weren’t sure why you were so upset. It was Sirius, he always bickered with you.

But that hadn’t been bickering. No. He had really shot his arrow where it hurt the most. And the worst of all, you had let him do it by showing how affected you were. You didn’t really care if boys liked you or not, you had other worries. But sometimes, late at night, you wondered if anyone would ever be able to love you.

It was in times like this that you envied James. He was popular, especially amongst the girls, and even if Lily was his main goal, he had his fair share of hookups. So why, if you were his sister, if you had the same genes, weren’t you pursued by boys?

In the middle of your self pity, someone called your name. Turning around, you found yourself face to face with a radiant Pandora, who was shaking some parchments on her hands.

“Look what I got! Notes from today’s classes! I also have Arithmancy,” she sang-song. And as much as you loved Pandora, you weren’t in the mood to feel grateful.

So you just hummed, attempting a smile towards her before resuming your walk to the Slytherin common room, leaving a bewildered Pandora behind.

Regulus wasn’t in his usual spot, so you assumed his brother had hurt him as much as you. Great. You sighed, you would try to mend your mistakes with your best friend tomorrow.

Sirius knew where he was aiming. And you knew he thrived in your pain. If not, why would he be so cruel? And why would he prank you so badly? 

Tomorrow, when you drank the antidote, you were sure you’d feel less miserable, and your heart would return to normalcy once it forgot the spell casted by Sirius Black.

[thanossssss]

cozy regressor nam-gyu fic with a weighted blanket?

Regressor! Nam-gyu w/o Caregiver

Summary: Nam-gyu regresses after a day at work, which helps him sleep better at night.

Contains: Age regression, bottles.

A/N: This one is super, super short because I didn’t really know what all to add. I tried focusing mostly on the weighted blanket, like asked for, so I hope I did good with that. Apologies if not!

Not proofread.

Nam-gyu was always so tired when he’d come home from work. Being a promoter at a club was tiring, especially when he constantly acted energetic and hyper. Nam-gyu enjoyed his job, but he also enjoyed coming home and letting himself completely relax.

His choice of decompressing after work was regressing. Nam-gyu almost always regressed when he was getting ready for bed, since it relaxed him and helped him sleep better. He loved the feeling of drinking a warm bottle of milk while being wrapped up in a soft, weighted blanket.

The weighted blanket was something that made Nam-gyu feel so safe and soothed. It made him feel like he was in a tight, comforting hug, which he longed for. Though, since he didn’t trust anyone with knowing about his regression, his blanket was the next best thing from an actual hug.

A small yawn left Nam-gyu while he watched the microwave heat up his milk. He was cuddling his favorite blanket and sleepily rubbing his eyes, as he waited for the microwave to deep. Once it did, Nam-gyu carefully grabbed the bottle and struggled a little with properly putting the lid on it, but he did get it eventually.

Nam-gyu let out a soft giggle, proud of himself for getting his bottle all ready, before he headed back to his bedroom. He immediately turned off the lights and got into bed. Nam-gyu put his heavy blanket over top of himself as he laid down and pressed play on the cartoon he had paused on the tv.

The regressed man smiled when his show started. He laid in his bed, quiet and content, as he began to drink his warm bottle of milk, which only made him even sleepier. He felt so relaxed and safe as he let himself completely unwind.

It didn’t take long at all for Nam-gyu’s eyes to grow heavy with tiredness. A tiny, mumbled whine came from him as he lazily put his now empty bottle on the nightstand. Nam-gyu then rubbed his face against his blanket and yawned once again, the feeling of the weighted blanket on top of him making him more tired by the second.

He was so, so comfortable. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep once his eyes shut. He smiled as he fell asleep, the heavy, warm blanket lying on him making him feel as if he were in someone’s arms. All safe and sound.

[cherryblossomcowgirl]

The Bodyguard part 2

WC: 2.5k

TW: age gap; angst; mentions of weapons; FLUFF; more angst; unrequited feelings; mentions of virginity

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*1 week later*

I sleep past Pilates, waking up feeling down on my 25th birthday. When I walk into the kitchen, Jake is at the breakfast table with a chess board sitting in front of him. “What’s this?” Jake’s green eyes pierce mine, “Happy birthday, Ms. Y/l/n.” My eyes water and I turn to make my coffee, “You play?” “No ma’am, you’ll have to teach me.” “Only if you never call me ma’am again. Already feeling old today.” He smirks, “Noted.” I sit down across from him, explaining the rules. Each game he gets better. By the 6th game, he actually beats me. There’s a knock at the door and Jake runs over, looking through the peephole. His body stiffens, he opens the door and carries in huge vase filled with roses. He sets it down and I read the card.

Happy birthday, darling.

I’m sorry I’m not there to celebrate with you.

Thinking about you.

xx,

Glen

I smile and set the card down. Yet I notice that there is no warmth spreading through me. Not like how it does when Jake is near me. Jake rolls his eyes, “Seems a bit excessive.” I sigh, “Yeah. It’s what my Dad does too. Did you see what he sent me?” He shakes his head and I walk over to the kitchen. Pulling out a large Tiffany’s box, I show him the diamond necklace and earrings. The necklace is a round, solitaire diamond on a dainty chain and the earrings match. Jake’s eyebrows raise, “Wow.” I close up the box and set it next to the roses, “I should be happy, right?” He stands beside me, staring at the gifts, “Are you?” Tears fill my eyes, “No. Neither of them called… or even sent a text.” In a completely out of character moment, Jake’s hand rests in my shoulder. A comfortable silence surrounds us as a fluttering feeling touches my heart. Butterflies? Butterflies from Jake? Butterflies that I have never felt before? The warmth pools in my stomach again and a tear falls down my cheek. He brushes it away with his thumb, “Ms. Y/l/n, I have another surprise for you.” Jake grabs my hand and leads me into the living room. There’s candy, popcorn, and a copy of the Sound of Music on the coffee table. The fluttering feeling touches my heart again as I sit beside him on the couch, “You did this?” He nods and pops the DVD in. I chuckle, “Your age is showing. You could’ve just rented it on my Amazon Prime.” “Ms. Y/l/n, you can’t talk about my age like that anymore. You’re getting up there now, too.” I playfully gasp, “How could you?” He smiles, a real smile, and I take a moment to appreciate it. He nudges me, “Pay attention, the movie is starting.”

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Right around 16 going on 17 I doze off. While I am half asleep, I swear Jake is playing with my hair. The credits wake me up and Jake smiles, “You missed it, they escaped in the nick of time.” My voice is groggy, “I’m sorry, l didn’t mean to…” He cuts me off, “It’s okay. I’m gonna start making dinner.” The feeling threatens to touch my heart again, “You’re making dinner?” He nods and heads to the kitchen. I sit at the counter, watching him cook. Jake moves swiftly, with extreme precision. He sets a plate in front of me, steak, broccoli, and mashed potatoes. “Thank you, Mr. Seresin. You really didn’t have to do all of this for me.” He shrugs, “I couldn’t have you being sad on your birthday.” I smile and take a bite of the steak, “I’m happy now. This steak is amazing, by the way.” Jake smiles again and it takes my breath away. I wonder if he knows how handsome he is. How when he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkle in the most adorable way. Once we finish, I head up to change into my pjs. This time a silk set that is black. When I come down, I turn on some trashy reality tv show. He sits beside me, leaving more room than he did before. My phone rings and it is Glen. Jake’s jaw twitches as I answer. “Hi! … No, don’t worry. … Yes I did! Thank you. … It was a really nice day actually. … Oh, okay. … Have fun. See you soon.” Jake’s body is tense, “How is pretty boy?” “He’s good. Going to some after party.” His eyebrow raises, “How do you feel about that?” I shrug, “We technically aren’t … anything. So even if I was jealous, I wouldn’t have any right to be.” Jake smirks, “Okay, sure.” I roll my eyes, “Let me guess, you’re the jealous type?” His eyes meet mine, “I do not share what is mine.” The heat spreads from my stomach all the way to my cheeks, “Does your girlfriend mind that?” He notices my blush and chuckles, “She doesn’t exist. Not a big dating guy.” I look down at my hands, “Me either. Glen is the first guy who has ever really shown interest in me.” His eyebrows raise, “I highly doubt that.” “No one really wants the trouble of dating the President’s daughter.” I head into the kitchen to make tea.

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While drinking my tea in my room, I scroll Instagram. Glen is tagged in a million photos of an after party. Models and actresses all around him. He isn’t dancing with them or kissing them, but for some reason it still hurts. I’m just… me. Maybe that’s why it’s never gone further between us, he just knows that I won’t know what I am doing. Sobs escape my mouth, the loneliness of this life hitting me especially hard. There’s a knock on the door, “Ms. Y/l/n, are you okay?” I don’t respond, hoping he’ll leave. Instead, he walks right in. “What’s wrong?” Jake glances at my phone, seeing the photos. He sighs, “Hey, it’s probably nothing.” I shake my head, “You don’t get it. You don’t understand how isolated I have been my whole life! I’m not like those girls and he knows it. That’s probably why he won’t even kiss me!” “Ms. Y/l/n, you are more beautiful than those women. Don’t talk about yourself like that.” I stare at my phone and sigh, “It’s not that. I’ve never been with a man before… in that way. So a guy like him will never want me.” I see something in his eyes that I wasn’t expecting after that admission, understanding. His large hand rubs my back, “If he doesn’t want you then he is an absolute idiot.” We stay like this for a moment, him comforting me until I calm down. I look up at him, “Wait, I thought we weren’t friends.” He sighs, “Okay, I was wrong. You’re not nearly as insufferable as I thought you would be.” “Thank you. You are difficult, but you can also be very kind.”

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*1 week later*

There’s a knock on the door and Jake walks over. He sighs, opening it up. “Hey! Is Y/n home?” I walk over, “Glen! You’re back!” He wraps me in a hug, “I missed you so much.” I lead him into the kitchen for coffee, “Really?” He smiles, “Of course, darling. I was thinking about you the whole time.” A smile spreads across my face as I take a sip of coffee. My brain wanders, thinking about while Glen was gone. I thought about him some, but Jake took up way more space in my mind. Guilt washes over me. “Earth to Y/n? You there?” “Sorry. Got lost in my head.” Glen brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, “The book?” I nod, noticing that there isn’t any fluttering or heat. Then, cursing myself for not feeling it. He checks his watch, “Darling, I have a meeting in half an hour. Can we schedule dinner sometime soon?” “Yeah, that would be great.” His eyes flicker between my eyes and my lips. Glen leans in, kissing me gently. It is soft. Sweet. And completely underwhelming. There was no spark. Or excitement. When he pulls back I smile, “See you soon, Glen.” His grin spreads wide, “See ya, darling.” Jake walks him out.

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I write the rest of the day and Jake has completely avoided me. I sit across from him while we eat dinner. “Why are you not looking at me?” He looks up from his plate, “I don’t know what you mean.” “Well lately we’ve been friendly, but it seems a cold front has come through.” Jake rolls his eyes. I huff, “Really? Just tell me what’s going on.” He raises an eyebrow, “You don’t seem very giddy for a girl that just got kissed by a movie star.” I shuffle food around on my plate, “Shut up.” He chuckles, “Oh so now you don’t want to talk. What, is he a bad kisser?” I stare at my plate, “It just wasn’t what I was expecting.” “And what was it you were expecting?” My eyes meet his, “A spark. Butterflies. Anything.” “So, none of the above?” I shake my head and he laughs. “Don’t laugh at me!” He stops and his face looks serious, “I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing because pretty boy walked out of here like a lovestruck little girl.” Guilt washes over me. He shrugs, “Don’t feel bad. He doesn’t deserve you anyways.” I cover my face with my hands, “I am going to die alone.” Jake sets his dishes in the sink and pats my back, “Come on. Let’s watch one of your shitty shows.” We sit down on the couch and I turn on the tv. Part way in to an episode, my phone rings. It’s Glen. I let it go to voicemail. Jake clears his throat, “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.” “A few months ago, you were head over heels for this guy. What changed it? Because it has to be more than just the kiss.” I think for a minute. “I started to notice things. His attention always being somewhere else. Gifts instead of quality time. And I never felt heat when I was around him.” He raises an eyebrow, “Have you felt ‘heat’ with anyone before?” Looking down at my hands, I blush, “Yes.” Jake’s jaw twitches, “Then why haven’t you gone out with that guy?” “I can’t.” “Why not?” “He doesn’t feel the same way.” He furrows his brow, “Have you asked him if he does?” “No but I can tell, okay? I’m going to go to bed. Goodnight Mr. Seresin.” He mutters goodnight as I walk up the stairs. I lay awake in my bed, thinking about Jake.

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*1 month later*

I wake up covered in sweat. The nightmares have been happening for years, but this one really spooked me. I can’t fall back asleep, so I head downstairs to make tea. Jake runs downstairs in his pajama pants and no shirt, gun by his side. My jaw almost drops to the floor. “Calm down G.I. Joe, it’s just me.” “It’s 2 am! Are you okay?” I take my tea over to the couch, “Yeah, just a bad dream.” He frowns, “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you need anything?” I sigh, “No, just couldn’t fall back asleep.” He joins me on the couch, “Want to talk about it?” I shake my head. We sit in silence and my phone rings. Glen. Probably out drinking with friends. “What are you gonna do about pretty boy?” I rub my forehead, “I don’t know.” “What are you going to do about mystery man?” “I don’t know, okay!” He throws his hands up in surrender, “Hey, I’m just kidding. I’m sorry.” “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I’m just frustrated.” Jake shrugs, “Then just tell the guy. The worst thing that could happen is he says no.” I bury my face in my hands and he rubs my back. I stiffen, “Please don’t touch me right now.” Jake pulls his hand back, looking hurt. Then the realization hits him. “Oh, Ms. Y/l/n are you talking about..” I don’t hear the rest because I run upstairs, shutting myself in my room. Jake follows me upstairs, knocking on my door. “Go away!” “Not until you talk to me.” I wipe my eyes and walk over to the door, opening it a crack. Jake’s face falls when he sees the streaks of tears. He pushes the door open, bringing my head to his chest. I breathe in his cologne. The heat of his body radiates into mine. His heart is beating fast, the complete opposite of that night in the alley. “Ms. Y/l/n, you are amazing. I mean that. But…” “But you don’t feel the same.” His green eyes meet mine with a look of seriousness, “But you’re my client. My job is to protect you. Any distraction puts you at risk and I can’t have that happen.” I step away, “I understand. Goodnight, Mr. Seresin.” He starts to speak but stops himself, walking out of the room. I stare at the ceiling, wishing I could disappear.

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*1 week later*

I have been avoiding Jake at all costs. Keeping our conversations short and only about security. I can see that it hurts him, which kills me. When Dad calls, he keeps asking what’s wrong but I don’t know what to say. Oh sorry Dad, I have the hots for my bodyguard? He was annoying at first but he’s actually kind and sweet and strong and looks so damn good shirtless. Yeah, can’t say that. Glen calls, inviting me over for a movie. I head downstairs, “Mr. Seresin? We are leaving in an hour.” He comes out of the office, “Where are we going?” “Glen’s house. He’s invited me over for a movie night.” That jaw muscle twitches like always and he mumbles, “But you don’t even like him.” “What?” Jake moves closer, clearing the distance between us in seconds. With his face inches from mine he repeats himself, “You don’t like him, so why are we going there.” I look at my shoes, avoiding his eyes, “Just be ready in an hour. You’ll be dropping me off. He has security at his home.” I turn and Jake’s hand closes around my wrist, “Like hell I will.” I whip around, “I’m your client, remember?” The familiar heat starts to spread through my stomach. Jake’s eyes stare into me, dark and stormy. His voice is low, “You are not going over there because he does not deserve you. If you want to watch a movie, rent one on your Amazon Prime.” “You’re ridiculous! You don’t want me, unless you suddenly forgot about the other night. So, I am going to spend the night with Glen.” Jake leans in and a flutter flies across my chest. He notices my blush and smirks, “Oh, I want you. I’ve wanted you since the day we met. But once I have you, I won’t be able to let go.”

[bruh-anator3000]

I dont wanna write a fic right now so i made this visual journey i guess

[lavender-milky-tea]

I am in rarepair hell

Reference pose by Ed van der Elsken : Couple Sleeping, 1953

[possamble]

realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[sylphwing]

i need to hurry up and fall asleep already so i can wake up and watch more cardcaptor

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Ahhh the freedom of realizing my job is chill enough about calling out that I can stay home when my period is at its worst point without consequence