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buggiesbuzzing · 3 years ago

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First Dates with The BAU

• It took absolutely forever for Rossi to ask you out — he only came to his senses after Hotchner cornered him.

DAVID ROSSI

• Both of you are BAU agents and you had only been on the team for a few months; Aaron started to see Dave get distracted by you and he finally confronted him about it.

• David invited you over to his place for dinner and a movie, and honestly when he asked you over, you nearly fainted.

• You arrived 15 minutes early, so you ended up sitting in your car giving yourself a pep talk until it was exactly 6:30, which was the time agreed upon.

• When he opened the door, he was speechless.

• You were dressed like you'd been going to a charity ball. You were absolutely dazzling.

• He didn't hesitate to step aside and let you into his home.

• The smells. The warmth. Everything felt like something out of a dream.

• Rossi told you stories and charming jokes over dinner; he made you his favorite meal, carbonara.

• The evening was going really well and your face had started to ache from how much you'd been smiling.

• Overall the night felt like a dream, other than the fact that you'd drank a bit too much wine when you were trying ease your nerves.

• Rossi ended up snatched your keys and gave you a pair of pajamas to change into.

• He'd picked out some classic Italian film for you guys to watch after your meal, and you snuggled up to Dave's side to watch it.

• After the movie, he led you to a guest room in his self-proclaimed mansion and got you into bed before saying goodnight and leaving.

• Unbeknownst to you, he checked in on you every half hour for the next 3 hours before passing out in his own room a couple doors down from the one you were in.

• You woke up the next morning to Dave with a cup of coffee and an over the counter pain pill.

• Dave gave you back your keys and said his goodbyes before letting you head off to work.

• You always had a go bag stashed in your car, so you didn't bother driving home, and you headed off to Quantico.

• When you had gotten into work, Derek approached you, but before he could say anything about your sunglasses or your clearly disheveled appearance, you held your hand up to silence him and scuttled to the bathroom, go bag in hand and dreading all the questions you'd be asked today.

• Aaron had met you during a case, seeing as your brother was their unsub.

AARON HOTCHNER

• You instantly felt a connection when he first spoke to you, but didn't act on it until nearly 6 months after the case was closed.

• Agent Hotchner gave you his personal number if you'd ever needed to talk and one day, you took advantage of that.

• It was the anniversary of your brother being put in prison and you were exceptionally emotional - which ended up in a sad and tipsy call to the agent.

• Aaron's day was just going to be dedicated to paperwork from his latest case, but he decided he'd get to it another time.

• You were a hot mess when Hotchner arrived, but you couldn't bring yourself to get off of the couch and fix yourself up.

• He quickly picked up on what you were going through; a few cans of fruity flavored beer were semi-crushed and sitting on your coffee table along with a pint of sugary sweet ice cream and what looked like a nest of blankets was piled up on your couch.

• He easily made his way through your apartment since he'd been there before and got you a glass of water to try and help sober you up.

• He talked you through your tears and pain, all while making sure you were well taken care of.

• Before you realized it, it was 5pm and Aaron was still sitting beside you on your couch.

• For the last few minutes, you'd been watching some old kids shows in silence; it was just something that helped you calm down and he was actually enjoying the time he'd spent with you.

• You got up from the dent in the couch that you'd been wallowing in and stretched.

• There was no way you were going to cook tonight, so you ordered a couple of large pizzas to be delivered.

• Both of you had eaten pizza and you chattered about some whacked out theory about the show Rugrats, while Aaron just listened and made sure you were distracted from whatever turmoil that your brothers villainy had caused.

• When the day was over and Aaron was ready to return home to his son, he gave you a card for a support group that he thought would benefit you.

• And that's where you expected it to end; after all this was just him doing his job, right?

• Wrong.

• He showed a kind of bashfulness that you absolutely did not expect from the stern man, and he asked if he could take you out on an actual date.

• Obviously, you said yes.

• Your first date wasn't ideal, but, both of you enjoyed your time together.

DEREK MORGAN

• Derek went to a club with Penelope and Emily when he first met you and right off the bat he was into you.

• You started talking and instantly clicked — unfortunately, he couldn't spend the night with you due to being called into work, but you set up a date to see each other again, then you exchanged numbers and he disappeared.

• The first few times you'd try to go out on a proper date with him, he'd keep getting called into work beforehand, so he'd have to take a rain check.

• Finally, he was actually free for a night and you invited him over to your apartment for dinner and some drinks.

• He arrived only seconds after the clock struck 5PM and god you were awestruck as soon as you seen him.

• This man made you question how clothes could be tight and yet, still seem loose.

• Happily, you let him into your home which had a warm glow and atmosphere; your lights were dimmed, soft music was playing throughout the house, the delicious scent of food being cooked was in the air — it was amazing.

• You made an array of drinks for the both of you and conversed about anything either of you could think of.

• Derek charmed his way into dancing around the room with you before you'd have to take the food you were cooking off the heat.

• Dinner was about the same; the male joked and chattered, throwing out compliments here and there.

• The night seemed perfect, you even got in a couple of smooches — and then his phone started ringing.

• You understood when he had to leave, which was around 10PM.

• He promised he'd make it up to you and take a full vacation day for you, so you could have a date night at his place next.

JENNIFER JAREAU

• Originally, the plan was for you to be Henry's caretaker while JJ was working — though it deviated sometime after about 6 months of being employed by her.

• You had major crush on your boss, and sometimes, it felt like she was in the same situation; though you doubted it.

• One night before tucking Henry in for bed, he said he wanted to tell you a secret.

• “Mommy really likes you. . .”

• That simple phrase made butterflies become trapped in your stomach, but you tried to push them down.

• “I really like her too. . .”

• It felt good to actually say it.

• Now, confiding in a little kid about you liking their mom wasn't too wise; the secret wasn't kept for more than a week.

• Jennifer approached you one night after she'd came home from work — Henry was already asleep in his room and you were doing coursework for college when she asked to have dinner with you tomorrow night.

• You didn't even hesitate to accept her invitation.

• The place wasn't very fancy, but that was 100% fine with you.

• It was a small 24 hour diner outside of town that had the best breakfast that you'd ever eaten.

• The two of you chattered about how Henry's fine motor skills and how his speech was developing, and how your classes were going.

• The night was perfect, she even went out of her way to drive yourself to your place — even though she insisted you stay at hers because it was rather late, but you needed to get some housework done, and chose to go home.

• That night, you spent nearly an hour thinking about the date before passing out.

SPENCER REID

• The good doctor met you during a case not too far off from Quantico.

• You were doing an hands on internship with a medical examiner and Dr. Reid happened to come by to get autopsy details and the toxicology report from a recent string of homicides that the BAU was investigating.

• Almost instantly, he struck something in you and you couldn't keep your eyes off of him.

• The way he spoke so factually on the unusual way that this ‘unsub’ tortured his victims before they succumbed to death, just made you more interested in the supposed genius.

• Sooner than you'd hoped, the BAU wrapped their case up and you were in fear that the chance to actually talk to Spencer was about to slip between your fingers.

• That was until Spencer and Agent Rossi came in one last time.

• You swallowed the nervousness bubbling inside of you and quickly asked him for his number.

• To your surprise, he actually gave it to you rather quickly.

• He was just as entranced with you as you were with him.

• One night, you'd gotten off early and decided to invite Spencer over to your apartment.

• You'd fixed up a simple meal for the two of you and make sure your apartment was in tip-top shape.

• When he arrived, you were in awe. He was dressed up in a suit, which wasn't far from what you'd first seen him in, however he was glowing.

• He looked like he'd slept pretty well, he was donning a soft smile and holding out a small bouquet made up of red carnations, yellow jasmine flowers, and multicolored hibiscuses. They complimented each other well.

• You, of course, gracefully accepted the bouquet and welcomed him into your home, situating the flowers in an elegant vase at the table.

• You and Spencer spent the night talking about anything and everything; you found his knowledge fascinating and beautiful.

• The date ended in you both passing out intertwined in each others limbs on the couch while a cheesy rom-com played out on the TV.

EMILY PRENTISS

• Emily first seen you while you were doing an interview with Hotchner to join the BAU.

• The agents of the BAU sat, staring into the office as you smiled sweetly and spoke to Hotchner about your experience in criminal psychology and communications, and thus far he seemed intrigued.

• It was almost instantly that Emily was enamored; you were just too beautiful for her to ignore.

• About half an hour later, you and Hotch exited the office, he shook your hand with a look of accomplishment on both of your faces.

• With a loud clearing of his throat, any remaining agents or passerbys turned their attention to the head agent as he prepared to make an announcement.

• Applause erupted as your eyes scanned the room, landing on the black haired beauty that was SSA Emily Prentiss.

• “Will you please welcome our new agent, Y/n L/n, to the BAU.”

• You situated your new desk with the few belongings that you'd had in your bag.

• The work day was coming to an end while other agents put away any remaining paperwork that they'd been working on and out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the pretty agent from before approaching your desk.

• Obviously, you agreed and headed out with the rest of the group.

• “Hey, a few of us were going out to get drinks, and we were wondering if you'd like to come with us to celebrate you joining the BAU?”

• Agent Hotchner bought the first round of celebration drinks and made a toast in honor of their new agent.

• Not too long after the toast, Emily sat beside you and formally introduced herself before making conversation.

• The two of you spent the night learning about each other and talking about what your job may entail.

• After a while, and about 4 drinks, you were taking a cab with her back to her place.

• She insisted that you spend the night at her place and meet her cat, Sergio, and you agreed.

• The rest of the night was fuzzy, but you woke up in a bed that was unfamiliar with a cat laying on top of you and the smell of pancakes and bacon filling your nostrils.

• You carefully moved, the cat hopping off once he'd realized you woke up.

• Gently, you walked to the kitchen to find Emily cooking breakfest looking lively as ever.

• “Good morning, hotcakes.”

• With a nervous chuckle, you awkwardly asked if anything had happened between the two of you the night prior.

• “Oh heavens, no; we were both much too drunk. I slept on the couch.”

• A huge sigh of relief came from you as Emily sat a plate of food in front of you along with a couple asprin and a coffee.

• You thanked her for her kindness, but she waved it off with a pink tint rising to her cheeks and ears.

• You ate breakfast and headed to work together.

• Once you entered the BAU, SSA Morgan began wiggling his brows at Emily, earning a playful punch to the shoulder.

PENELOPE GARCIA

• You first met the effervescent Penelope Garcia when SSA Derek Morgan came into the ER with some minor injuries due to their latest mission; she, of course, was freaking out.

• “What if he's really hurt? Or — or —”

• She enveloped you in a hug, thanking you for your effort to calm her down, and you hugged her back with a comforting squeeze.

• “Don't worry, Miss Garcia, he only has some scrapes and bruises, he'll be back to normal before you know it. We're just making sure that he gets the proper care he needs before he can return to work.”

• After guiding her through some simple breathing exercises, her heart rate began to lower.

• Only moments passed before Derek came out with a smile and they had a small chat, which included Penelope scolding him for being reckless.

• Savannah came and picked Derek up, leaving you and Penelope alone in the empty waiting room.

• “Hey, so Miss nurse - sorry I didn't get your name. . .”

• “Well, Miss L/n, would you perhaps like to go out and get a drink with me, sometime?”

• “It's Y/n, Y/n L/n.”

• And with that, you got her number and met her the next week at a high end restaurant.

• You brought her some assorted roses and made sure the meal was paid for, although she tried to pay you, but you told her not to worry about it.

• You spent the night listening her speak about the things she was passionate about.

• Unfortunately, about half an hour passed by before you'd gotten called back in by the hospital.

• You drove Penelope to her apartment and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

• “I really enjoyed tonight, Penelope.”

• “I did too, Y/n, but next time I'm paying the bill.”

• She giggled and gave you a quick smooch before shuffling into the apartment, leaving you flushed as you headed back to work.

• “So there's going to be a next time?”

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whumpwizard · 2 years ago

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First Day

Part 2 of the High Tech House Whump

tags/cw: 18+ explicit, pet whump, intimate whump, controlling whumper, implied food restrictions, punishment, burns, bondage, choking, tears

Angel’s first day in their new home was not…difficult, per se. But it was not what one would call easy, either. Master walked them through a guided tour of the home, informing them where they could and could not go. Luckily, thanks to the automatic locks on every door in the home, it would not be hard for Angel to remember. As Master had put it:

If you cannot open a door, you are not allowed in the room. Simple.

He was right, it was very simple. The routine was very simple. For now, Angel would sleep in their crate until the alarm rang in the morning and the door opened (they had been assured that good behaviour may one day lead to a bed, or a soft mat in Master’s room). Then, they would shower, and dress themselves in the outfit chosen by Master, which would be shown to them on a little screen, and sent to the washroom in a little chute. If Master had had already left for work, Angel was to go to the kitchen, and find their assigned breakfast for the day, which would be kept in the only unlocked cupboard. They would eat, and then have the day to perform any little tasks that Master had asked, all of which would be displayed on a little screen in the living room. Any mistakes, missteps, or rule breaking would have immediate consequences. Then, Master would come home from work, and sit down to eat the dinner Angel had cooked. There may be more tasks for the evening, before their strict 10pm bedtime.

If Master was still at home, however, Angel was to quietly enter his bedroom and kneel at the side of the bed. This was not normally the case, as Master tended to leave for work very early, but apparently DR-1149…Angel. They were Angel now. Apparently, Angel had been delivered on a Friday, and Master had the morning off.

He was so handsome, Angel thought, looking up at his sleeping form. They had thought the same thing last night, when he had come home from work. His suit had been ruffled a bit from the day, but Angel could tell it was cleanly pressed, and that Master had excellent taste. His salt-and-pepper hair had been slicked back into an attractive coif, and his beard was oiled and well-kept. He had strong hands, they found out, as he had run them over Angel’s body last night, checking their piercings and hair and skin. He had called them perfect, before sending them to bed. And now, Angel just got to stare at him as he slept, watch the gentle rise and fall of his breath, and wait until he was ready to be serviced.

It wasn’t long before Angel saw him stirring, and assumed the Wait position with perfect accuracy. As much as they wanted to look up at him, they would have to, well…wait. They could see from their periphery though as he stretched and yawned, and they caught a glimpse of his chest, lightly dusted with hair and strong looking.

“Ah! Good morning Angel.” he said, reaching a hand down to pet them. Ever so slightly they pressed up into it, eager for the soft touch. Master chuckled. “Eager little thing this morning. Good. Open for me, Angel.” He swung his legs off the bed in front of them, his cock already hard.

“Yes Master.” Angel replied, looking up into his eyes. Bright blue met soft hazel, and Angel opened their mouth.

“Perfect.” Master said, the hand that had petted Angel’s hair grabbing now, and pulling them in. Eagerly, Angel took down Master’s cock, hungry for it. Immediately, though, they were met with a searing feeling around their neck, as the collar started to burn.

“Ah!” they shouted, pulling back and looking up at Master. In his free hand he held his phone. His thumb poised right above it, ready to tap.

“Patience, Angel.” he said, smirking. “I want you to savour this like a fine meal, not shove it down your throat like a piece of candy. Take your time and worship my cock properly. Understood?”

“Y-yes Master…” Angel whimpered as the words fell out of their mouth. They could feel tears start to prick at the corners of their eyes from the suddenness of the punishment. But they had deserved it. They made a mistake. This time, they corrected, starting as the base of Master’s cock and trailing little kisses and kitten licks up the shaft, taking their time with every inch of it. Above them, Master made the most wonderful noises, groaning as Angel played.

Then they reached the tip of Master’s cock, they paused, deciding what to do, before settling on wrapping their lips around the very tip of it and sucking lightly. The salty taste of his precum filled their mouth as they suckled at him, drawing another moan. They started to take more, inch by inch, before reaching the base again.

“Tsk tsk.” Angel heard Master, just before another round of searing heat came through their collar. “All the way down and you didn’t use your tongue once. Don’t worry pet, soon you’ll learn exactly how I like my cock sucked. Try again from the tip.” he commanded. Angel sniffled a bit as they began again, the tear falling fully now. Slowly they went down again, being sure to twirl their tongue every few times they bobbed their head to take more of Master’s cock. Then, they finally reached the root, and began to bob again. Each time they took his whole length, sucking and twirling their tongue just as instructed, and it wasn’t long before the grip on Angel’s hair became vice-tight as Master thrust in, cumming down their throat.

They did their best to swallow every drop of it, hoping that was what Master wanted and they wouldn’t be burned again. It seemed to be the right choice, though, as Master kept thrusting, riding out his orgasm into Angel’s throat. Eventually he pulled them off, and they returned to the default position, waiting for orders. A hand came to rest against their cheek.

“Very good, Angel. Only two mistakes on your first time. Such a clever little thing, I’ll only have to give you two punishments today.”

“P-punishments, Master?” Angel asked. Had the burning heat at their neck not been the punishment?

“Yes, pet. Surely you didn’t think the immediate corrections would be your only punishments? No, I still need to make sure you don’t forget this lesson. You need to be patient and take your time, pet. Now, go prepare breakfast.”

Angel nodded, and stood up, keeping their eyes downturned and their hands folded in contrite submission. Master was right, of course. Two little burns would never have been a sufficient punishment at the Facility, and they wouldn’t be here, either. Angel headed to the staircase that led to the kitchen, hoping that Master would be gentle at least when the time came.

Unfortunately, the time came right then. Right before Angel went to take a step, there was that same burning heat, though this time, it was around the ankle cuffs that were locked onto them, and without warning they magnetized and stuck together.

Patience, Angel, you wouldn’t want to fall. Master’s voice rang through the house. The burns are punishment one. The loss of mobility punishment two. Together, I think they will convey my lesson very well. You must take your time, even when you don’t want to.

Angel whimpered as they hobbled over to the stairs. In theory, they could just fling themselves down and be done with it, but they knew that defeated the whole purpose. So, balancing with their hands, they managed to swing their feet down one step, then another, all the while the pain causing blisters to form beneath the cuffs.

Eventually, they got to the bottom of the stairs, hoping that the cuffs would uncouple. They didn’t. Angel took a shaking breath, jumping as they heard the sizzle of their tear making contact with the hot metal, and began to hobble to the kitchen. Then, and only then, did Master turn off the cuffs, giving Angel release. They fought to stay upright and continue their task, figuring that collapsing now would only show how weak they were. And Angel wasn’t weak. They were strong and good and they took their punishments well, even when it hurt. Even when they had to cook breakfast with the sting of the burns still making them wince. Even when they had to serve Master his portion and wait there before eating their own. And even when Master finally applied the burn balm and cold washcloth, and they cried in his arms.

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1plus1kiyoomi · 4 years ago

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Chapter 6: Fight or Flght Response

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warnings: mentions of sex and pretty much a toxic relationship

Morning comes and Kuroo wakes up with a headache. Eyes still closed, he taps on the other side of the bed, his hands looking for your body. “Love?” He groans. “Love, can you bring me some medication? My head hurts.”

Kuroo falls asleep once again and then wakes up an hour later. He sits up, his head ringing. “(Y/N)? Love?” He leaves the bed and doesn’t feel any presence of you in the house. “Oh, it’s 9AM. She must be at work already.”

Well, Kuroo’s not wrong. You are at your office but you aren’t working. You’re weeping at your table because you can’t seem to get rid of Kuroo’s words to his friends.

“So (Y/N) and I are trying to work our marriage out for a year, and she’s taking it way too seriously. While I can’t even look at her face! She messages me all the time about where I am, what I’m doing and all of that. She begs me to go on dates and nags at me if I miss it. I want to tell her off sometimes, but she’s a really good fuck. Like she’s amazing in bed and she lets me have it anytime so yeah. I guess it’s worth to stay.”

It keeps repeating in your head like a broken track. And your tears run down your cheeks and you know it won’t stop for a while. You stand from your desk and move to the little bedroom that is in your office. You lay on the bed and bury your face on the pillow.

The moment you heard his words come of his lips last night, you wanted to slap him hard, beat him up, tear his hair off his head, but you couldn’t. You were glued on the wooden floor of Kenma’s house, not able to believe Kuroo could say that. Your heart shattered into pieces that couldn’t be even counted.

But still, you went home with him. Even slept with him.

If your friends, especially Iwaizumi, find out about this, they’ll definitely tell you to leave him. No excuses. And you don’t want to leave Kuroo.

“Where did I go wrong? Is it because I’m ugly?” You take your phone out and open the camera app. “Very ugly right now. This is why he doesn’t want me to post anything about our relationship.”

Someone knocks on your office door so you wipe your tears quickly and open the Netflix app so you can pretend that you’ve been watching a sad movie this whole time.

“(Y/N)? The flowers are here,” Terushima says as he enters your office. “Why are you crying?”

Speaking of Terushima, he and Kuroo have become friends after their fight. When Kuroo picks you up sometimes and Terushima’s also there, you always find the two talking about hair. The blonde even goes to your place sometimes so he can style Kuroo’s hair. It’s their form of bonding so you really don’t have a say about it.

“This drama is just so sad,” you lie, showing him the screen of your phone that is playing a random sad movie.

“I didn’t know you were the type to cry cause of movies,” the blonde chuckles. “Anyways, fix yourself. Because we will be decorating a big function room starting this afternoon.”

“I almost forgot. The client wanted all real flowers right?” You sigh and sit up from your bed. ‘No time for crying. You’re a busy woman.’

“Yeah, so we have to make sure that the flowers will not wither tomorrow,” Terushima confirms.

You brush your issue with Kuroo under the rag and focus on your work instead.

Evening comes quickly and it’s finally time for your team to set up at the function hall. You had to wait until late evening to start since there was an event beforehand. The bestman of the wedding, Yuta, joined your team as the supervisor.

While you are setting up on the stage, you can feel your workmates throwing weird looks at you. “What?” You raise an eyebrow at them and one of your colleagues walks up to you.

“The best man has been staring at you ever since we got her,” she whispers with a teasing smirk. You roll your eyes at her and brush it off.

It’s always like this. At every event, your colleagues ships you with every best man or groomsman that shows interest towards you. They don’t know you’re actually married and think you’re single so they tease you. In hopes that you finally get to plan your own wedding. Sadly, you already are married and no wedding will take place.

You take a glance at the said man and he is staring at you, but not in a creepy way. As soon as you make eye contact, he smiles at you. You swear your heart skips a beat but at the same time you will never admit that it did.

“Miss (L/N)?” Yuta calls you out of nowhere. Surprised by his sudden presence, you fall on the ladder you are on and land on top of him.

‘What in the drama is this?!’

“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” You push yourself off of the man quickly and bow repeatedly.

“It’s alright! It’s my fault for surprising you.” Yuta stands up as well and when your eyes meet, you burst into laughter. “You’re much prettier up close.”

“So you’re the straightforward type, huh?” You let out a chuckle and he smirks at you. “I thought you’d be a shy one since you have been just staring until now.”

“Well, since you think I’m the straightforward type, let me ask you. Are you single?” Yuta smiles at you shyly this time and you feel your cheeks burn hot.

‘You’re married, (Y/N)! Don’t even think about flirting back.’ You mentally scold yourself and look away from the man beside you. “Find out yourself.”

The glamorous wedding finally ends and it was one of the best weddings you have every coordinated. The couple is so in love with each other and they are surrounded by supportive family and friends. The guests were very uplifting and fun in general. You even made friends with some of the guests and have gotten closer to Yuta.

“Thank you for planning our wedding. This is such a dream come true!” The bride thanks you with a bow. You bow back and say your thanks as well. “And Yuta’s a good boy.” The bride winks at you before she and groom leaves.

“(Y/N)!” Speaking of the devil.

“Yuta!” You wave at him. He runs towards you and pants when he’s finally in front with you. “Can I help you with something?”

“Do you have a drive home?” He asks you so you shake your head no. You’re just being honest. “Can I drive you to your place?”

“My place is just a 10-minute walk from here, so it’s okay,” you reply. You check the time and it’s already past midnight. “I have to go now. It’s really late. Bye!”

“I’ll walk with you!” Yuta offers. “I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Okay, then. Whatever makes you sleep at night,” you joke and he just laughs.

The two of you walk home and Yuta shares random stories about his childhood. You like it. You like how he is open to you without you trying. You like how he’s initiating first. You like how gentle he is when he is talking to you. You like how he softly calls your name. You like how he’s not hiding that he’s interested in you. But you hate how you want Kuroo to be like that towards you. You hate how you’re still thinking about him.

Kuroo’s words come crashing into your mind again and you badly want to take Yuta’s hand and ask him to bring you home. But your mind is also telling you to come home quickly to Kuroo, even if you know he won’t be waiting for you.

“I’m here!” You say as you arrive in front of your condominium building. “Thank you for walking me.”

“No problem.” Yuta scratches the back of his neck. A change of demeanor happens, and Yuta becomes shy. “Can I get your number? I want to tak-”

“(Y/N)!”

Your world freezes as you hear Kuroo’s voice. It’s 1AM. Why the hell is he outside your building as well? You turn your head see him glaring at you with his arms crossed.

‘What do I do? Kuroo might misunderstand! And I can’t tell Yuta that Kuroo is my husband because he wants to keep our relationship a secret. Oh my gosh! What to do?’

You’re panicking. Your whole system is. You can feel your fingers tremble. Kuroo is walking towards the two of you and is already so close but you still don’t know what to do and say. The particles in your container are bouncing on the walls of your space rapidly because of pressure, and it’s making your mind go blank. Your fight or flight response is not functioning well.

Kuroo has been waiting for you at your building’s lobby since 10PM. He was waiting for your message about him picking you up at the hotel, but clearly you forgot about that. He thought you forgot because of fatigue but clearly that’s not the case.

Especially now that a man he has never seen before walked you back to your place.

“Who’s this?” Yuta and Kuroo ask in unison. Yuta glares at Kuroo, not liking how provocative the guy looks. Your husband raises an eyebrow at Yuta, his feline-like eyes glaring back at the unfamiliar guy.

“Kuroo, this is my friend Yuta,” you start to introduce but they aren’t even listening to you. They’re in this staring contest you don’t know about.

“And Yuta, this is Kuroo, my brother.”

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Facts:

Your reactions when you are nervous are driven by the production of hormones and equip us to fight or escape from situations that are dangerous or threatening. This is known as the fight or flight response.

Nervousness can cause stuttering and rambling.

Anxiety may be partly genetic.

People who are anxious are quicker to pick up on changes in facial expressions than those who are but they are less accurate. Thus, it causes misunderstandings.

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scullyverse · 3 years ago

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Eight Weeks

Prompt by anon;

“Really? You wanna have sex...Here? Now?”

I had a lot of fun writing this one, and I adore the relationship between Mulder and Scully here. This is actually the 1st part of a 2 part fic combination with another prompt. So stay tuned for part 2 in the future!

Also available to read on ao3

Scully’s sudden hormones cause some unexpected ‘activities’ to happen while they are on a stake out. Set in the time period after ‘All Things’ and before ‘Requiem’.

Mulder/Scully || Filth || 7.7k words || Rating E (Explicit for smut)

“I’m starting to think you got some false information.”

Scully sighed as she lowered the pair of binoculars from her eyes, her gaze falling to Mulder.

“Dawson said that Harvey would be here around 10pm. It is now 1 am and he still hasn’t shown his face. We’ve been here 3 hours, Mulder. I’m tired, it’s hot and I think we both need to get some rest.”

They had been out on this case for the last few days, jumping from lead to lead. Mulder had happily chased every dangled clue and Scully had obediently followed; mostly because she had been so exhausted lately that she really didn’t have enough energy to argue with him about how obvious it was that he was being led around in circles.

They had both been run to exhaustion with a seemingly endless circulation of cases and paperwork and it seemed to Scully that she hadn’t slept in her own bed in weeks. She couldn’t speak for Mulder, but she knew it was certainly starting to take a toll on her; both physically and emotionally.

The last week or so she had been feeling slightly dizzy and she had started to get nauseous; much to her embarrassment with how many times she had to ask Mulder to pull the car over so she could bring up what little amount of breakfast she had managed to keep down that morning. She was certain that it was nothing to worry about and had told Mulder that every time he asked her if she was okay. She just needed to get home and sleep in her own bed and get her body back to running on something other than pure adrenaline and coffee.

“Come on Scully, we are so close with this, I can feel it. I know you haven’t been feeling the best so why don’t you have a rest? I can wake you if anything exciting happens.”

Scully watched him with tired eyes as Mulder lowered his own binoculars, looking across at her as she sighed and rested her head back against the seat. She had to admit it would be nice to have a little rest, even if it was only for a few minutes.

Putting her binoculars on the dashboard, she fanned herself as she leaned over to roll her window down slightly, just enough to let some fresh air in; even if the air seemed to be just as hot outside as it was inside the car. It had now ticked over into the early hours of the morning, but the hot and humid weather seemed to stick around, the thick foliage of the forest they were staking out in not helping with the humidity.

“I doubt anything exciting is going to happen. If he was coming, he would have shown up by now. But I think I might take you up on that offer of a rest.”

“Just don’t drool on the car seat, I would like to get my deposit back this time.”

“Shut up, Mulder.”

Scully smirked as she rolled her eyes, her head turned towards Mulder and her arms resting together in her lap. She watched as Mulder gave a smile, reaching over to brush some of her hair behind her ear before he turned his attention back out his window, bringing his binoculars back up to his eyes. Although she wasn’t usually a fan of stake outs most of the time because of how tedious they were, she liked doing them with Mulder. It was comforting to have him in the car with her.

They had always had a connection and they had steadily grown closer over the years spent together. It wasn’t until after her battle with cancer that the feelings between them had shifted from friends to something more than that. It was then that Scully knew that Mulder held her heart in a way that no one else had or probably ever could. Things continued to grow until they reached a boiling point when they returned from Antartica, which had led her to invite him into her bed, the night filled with discovery and passionate sex. They had been in a sexual relationship since, starting as a casual occurrence to what they had now; something as close to, what normal people might consider, an intimate relationship.

That intimate relationship, though, had seemingly been put on hold these last few weeks by constant cases and a heavy workload and Scully had to admit, she missed it. Closing her eyes with a soft sigh, Scully snuggled down further into the car seat, trying to get as comfortable as she could in this position and not think of the way she missed Mulder’s weight on top of her and his lips on hers.

She told herself she would only rest her eyes, but it didn’t take long for her head to loll to the side, her lips parting as the soft hum of the car radio began to fade as she slipped into sleep.

All she could feel was him.

His heavy weight on her as he rested between her parted legs, her ankles clasped around his body, pulling his hips closer with every thrust.

The scent of sweat and arousal clung to the air as she gripped his shoulder blades, nails digging into his flesh. She could feel herself getting closer, spurred on by the increased breathing against her neck, the way he groaned just that little bit louder.

The only sounds in the room were the squeaking of the bed and the slick, wet sounds of their bodies joining together between her legs. Her name purred off his lips as he picked up his pace, his hand slipping between her body and the mattress to angle her hips up closer to him.

She could feel herself slipping over that delicious edge and with just a little more-

Scully jolted awake, her eyes opening suddenly as she sat up from her slumped position. Sighing, her hand reached up to wipe her forehead, a light sheen of sweat present there now, and she was sure it wasn’t just from the humid weather. The dream had felt so real. Her dreams had never been this intense before but she had noticed that her dreams seemingly had become more vivid recently. Maybe it had something to do with their hectic schedules of late and her inability to wind down, or maybe it was because she just found herself missing sex. Or more accurately, missing sex with Mulder.

Scully had always considered herself a sexual person, enjoying it as much as the next person, but with Mulder it was as if she craved it, especially recently, and he was more than happy to oblige, being just as eager to have her as she seemed to need him.

Looking over at the car clock she noticed only a mere 20 minutes had passed and Mulder’s gaze was still fixated to wherever he assumed the suspect would magically appear. Biting her lower lip, Scully rested her head back against the seat, a heat now coursing through her veins as the visions of her dream flashed behind her eyes and she just couldn’t seem to shake them away.

Tilting her head, she watched as Mulder lowered his binoculars and placed them in his lap, his fingers fiddling with a sunflower seed before he put it in his mouth. Scully became captivated with how his teeth held the seed between them, how his lips and tongue moved together to crack the shell before swallowing the treat inside.

Scully knew what wonderful things that mouth could do and all of a sudden she felt a hunger to have him like she hadn’t felt since their first night together, settling deep in her belly and pooling between her legs.

She couldn’t quite place it, but the urge was suddenly so strong and she found herself struggling to push it down. It was like her body was screaming at her to have him and have him now. Shaking her head slightly, Scully tried to ignore it and remind herself that they were on the clock working. That no matter what, she wouldn’t let her own personal feelings interfere with their ability to perform their jobs. They had both come to an understanding that their new sexual relationship wouldn’t get in the way of their working relationship. And that meant that they wouldn’t let themselves succumb to their desires while working, whether in their basement office or out in the field.

She managed to quell the feelings for a few minutes, just watching him continue to nibble on a small handful of sunflower seeds, before the thrumming between her legs and the fire in her stomach became too much for her to ignore. Fuck the rules.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Scully looked around, taking in the surrounding environment before she gave herself a mental green light. There was no one around and they were in the middle of nowhere, the chance of them getting interrupted was extremely slim which caused a pang of arousal to hit her centre, causing her to clench her thighs together.

Flicking off her heels in silence, Scully was glad that she had chosen to forgo wearing her usual stockings under her skirt today because of the heat. It would make this a whole lot easier. Opening her door, Scully gracefully got out of the car, ignoring Mulder’s curious eyebrow raise.

“Scully? Where are you going?”

Mulder’s question was cut off as Scully nudged the door shut with her hip, running her fingers through her hair. Mulder watched as Scully walked around the front of the car on her toes, avoiding the pebbles on the ground before she stopped at the passenger side, their eyes meeting through his window.

Scully raised her eyebrow as she placed her hands on her hips expectantly. Mulder stopped chewing on his last sunflower seed as he quickly opened the car door, expecting to get some answers as to why Scully had abruptly left. Scully watched him as she rested her hand on the top of the car door, her weight falling against the metal as she bit her bottom lip, her eyes dark with arousal.

“Push the seat back, Mulder.”

Mulder gave her a confused look which only lasted a second before he seemed to register what she said and leaned forward to pull the lever under the seat, pushing his weight back so the seat pushed back as far as it could go. Scully felt the flush of arousal burn her cheeks as she stepped closer, taking the binoculars from Mulder’s lap. Scully let her fingers brush against the seam of his pants, lingering longer than necessary before she chucked the binoculars to her seat, making room for herself on his thighs.

Mulder was momentarily silenced as he watched Scully sensually gather her skirt up around her waist, flashing him a quick glimpse of her red underwear, before she ducked her head and climbed into the car. Mulder’s hands instantly reached out to her hips to stabilise her as she settled straddled across his lap, her knees falling on the seat either side of his thighs before she reached over to pull the car door shut.

“Scully what are you-“

His question was cut off as Scully shushed him by quickly crashing their lips together with an urgency that ended with the kiss being sloppy and passionate. Their tongues and teeth clashed together as Scully moaned, her hands resting on either side of his neck. Mulder’s hands stayed glued to her hips, not daring to move as she pulled away, her lips swollen with the intensity of their kiss.

Scully rested further down onto his lap as she looked into his eyes, her tongue licking his salty taste off her bottom lip. Mulder swallowed as he searched her eyes, sitting back against the car seat in slight disbelief, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her shirt.

“Not that I’m complaining right now Scully, but wh-“

“We’re going to have sex. Right now.”

Scully’s words cut him off and his lips parted in shock. It wasn’t like her to initiate sex so openly like this, and never while they were on the job, but she knew it was the only way to sate the suddenly overwhelming hunger gnawing at her insides. Scully smirked when she felt Mulder grow hard beneath her, his semi-hard erection rubbing deliciously against her centre as she shifted her weight.

She had to suppress a chuckle with how Mulder sat still, his whole body unmoving with his obvious shock before he rapidly blinked when Scully reached down to unbuckle his belt. Her gaze fell down to watch as she made quick work of unzipping his fly, reaching her fingers inside and teasing him through his boxers. Mulder seemed to catch on that she was serious as his hands moved to her thighs, pushing her skirt up a little bit higher, his eyes still wide and watching her talented fingers bring his erection to full attention.

“Really? You want to have sex? Here? Now?”

“Did I stutter, Mulder?”

Mulder groaned before he gave her a cocky grin, adjusting his hips so she could pull his pants and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free, resting against his stomach. Mulder cleared his throat as his fingertips dug slightly harder into Scully’s thighs in anticipation.

“Heard you loud and clear.”

The position was a little awkward, but Scully smiled when she got herself comfortable again, her eyes looking back up to Mulder’s, her fingertips brushing against his cock softly. Teasing.

“Good. Now let me ride you, Agent Mulder.”

The way his name purred from her lips caused Mulder to groan as Scully lifted herself up slightly, Mulder’s hands keeping her steady. Scully let go of Mulder’s erection as she bunched her skirt up and reached between her legs to pull her underwear to the side, exposing her wet and swollen lips, lips that Mulder couldn’t help but reach out to touch.

Moaning, Scully bit her bottom lip as she let Mulder play with her for a moment, her eyes slipping closed as his slippery fingers brushed against her clit and down to her entrance. His cock was now fully erect and obviously just as excited as Mulder was from the anticipation of what his body knew was coming.

“Jesus, Scully. When did you get this wet?”

Scully’s eyes opened with a smirk, looking down to watch his fingers disappear between her legs before he pulled them away, now coated with her arousal. Mulder looked up at her with dark eyes as he returned to gently rubbing her clit.

“Why don’t you stop teasing me and feel how wet I really am”

She started to get impatient, the want to have him inside her growing as she reached down to touch his cock, giving it a few strokes before she captured his lips with hers again, shuffling forward a little bit to get herself in position. Mulder’s fingers left her centre as he grabbed her hips, now holding her skirt up with both hands, giving her room to see what she was doing.

Breaking away from the kiss, Scully looked down between them as she lined his cock up with her entrance, letting the tip slide between her folds in preparation as Mulder’s grip on her tightened, his hips jerking ever so slightly with a huff of his breath against her forehead.

Once she was satisfied with how wet he now was, she rested her free hand on his shoulder as she began to lower herself down, her breath hitching in her throat as he began to fill her, inch by inch. The desire inside of her was screaming for her to hurry, but she held herself back enough to take her time until he was buried fully inside of her, her hips now flush with his pelvic bone.

Mulder moaned as he bent his head down slightly to capture her lips, his hands coming up to rest on either side of her face, trying to calm himself down while Scully took the time to adjust to him. Scully gave a whimper into his lips as she rocked her hips experimentally before breaking the kiss, pulling away enough to look into his eyes with a smile.

“Mmm, now that’s how I like my Mulder.”

Scully had to admit, no matter how many times they did this, she still got those same butterflies in her stomach with how they seemed to just fit together so well. Placing both hands on Mudler’s chest, she gripped the fabric of his shirt softly between her fingers as she began to get up onto her knees, starting a slow rhythm of riding him up and down before rocking her hips backwards and forwards, still letting her body adjust but trying to somewhat subdue the fire burning in her belly.

The slight grunts coming from somewhere deep in Mulder’s chest sent arousal shooting to her centre as she tilted her head back slightly, allowing herself to pick up her rhythm. It was a little bit difficult in the car, but her height for once was making things easier and it allowed her to rise and fall on his lap without hitting her head. Scully gripped his shirt tighter in her fingers as she leaned forward, resting her forehead on his shoulder, breathing in his scent. The smell of his aftershave mixed with the sweat brought on from the day was intoxicating.

Mulder rested his chin on the mass of Scully’s hair as he fumbled with the shirt at her waist, frantically pulling it out of her skirt to seek the feel of her skin. Scully gave a moan of approval when she felt his slightly calloused fingers against her skin, sliding under her shirt towards her back, fingers sprawled against her spine. The way he touched her, so gently but at the same time claiming his territory made her shiver with arousal as she felt her inner muscles clench around his cock instinctively.

“Jesus Scully!”

Mulder groaned as he gave a kiss to her hair, his hips now starting a rhythm of their own, urged on by the way her walls seemed to invite him in. Scully murmured a muffled “Yes!” into his neck as she matched his rhythm, sitting herself down as he thrust up, getting the deepest angle they could in this position. It wasn’t ideal as Mulder’s knees kept hitting the car door, but it was working in getting them to the goal they both now seemed desperate to seek.

Scully pulled her head away as she gave him a rough kiss before she rested her hands on his shoulders, making it easier for her to begin to speed up her movements, her knees rubbing against the leather of the car seat below. Mulder looked into her eyes as she smirked, clenching around him once again, on purpose this time.

“I need more. Don’t be careful with me now, Mulder.”

Scully’s eyes twinkled with delight as she heard a growl vibrate from Mulder’s throat as he stopped their movements for a moment, using his hands now to tug at her shirt, not bothering to unbutton it all the way, just enough to roughly pull it open at the top, exposing her bra. Scully rested down onto his lap as she quickly unbuttoned his shirt too, exposing the tuft of chest hairs just above his pectoral muscles that she loved so much.

Mulder didn’t hesitate in pushing the left bra cup down, exposing her breast before his mouth latched onto her erect nipple, already a blushed pink colour from her arousal. Gasping, Scully arched up, her hand grabbing onto his hair as she held him against her, his hot mouth sucking and licking her into bliss. She didn’t know what was happening tonight, but her breasts had never been this sensitive to his touch before, it was like every swipe of his tongue against her nipple sent a jolt directly to her clit.

Scully couldn’t sit still any longer, she needed to move. Gripping his hair, she held him against her as she began to rock her hips once more, her clit rubbing against his body with every roll of her hips. Mulder gave her nipple one last suck, pulling it tightly between his lips as he pulled his head back, finally letting it pop out of his mouth. Scully let out a whimper as he started to move with her, his hands returning to her back, sliding underneath her skirt to rest against her ass. Mulder gripped the flesh tightly in his fingers as he started to guide her hips, bringing her down with a little more force than she could achieve on her own. Scully wasn’t usually one to be overly vocal in the bedroom, but as Mulder began to pick up his pace she couldn’t hold herself back, her restraint breaking with the constant brushing of his cock against her g-spot.

“Oh god, Mulder!”

Scully’s voice dropped a few octaves lower, the unusually raspy tones made Mulder groan. He always loved the sound of her voice when it was dripping with her arousal like that. Scully began to fully let herself go, her pace quickening as Mulder matched her thrust for thrust, their skin slapping together as Scully dug her fingers into his chest. Her nails raked down the middle of his chest, leaving angry red marks in their wake, before she gathered his shirt tightly in her clenched fist.

Tilting her head back, Scully exposed the column of her neck and Mulder leaned down quickly, giving it a strong lick before biting on the underside of her jaw, holding the skin tightly between his teeth. Scully could feel his hot breath on her skin as he lifted her body up slightly with every sharp raise of his hips.

Their body heat trapped in the car and mingled with the hot air outside was making it hard to breathe. But neither could stop, not now, they were both past that moment so they just kept moving, their bodies working together in a frantic motion. Scully could feel beads of sweat run down her back and between her breasts while Mulder’s teeth still pinched her skin right on the spot under her jaw that always made her knees weak.

Scully knew he was close, she could feel it in the way his fingers gripped her ass tighter, pulling her down more erratically than before. Moaning with a smile, Scully slipped one hand between their bodies, her fingers reaching her clit on instinct as she quickly began to rub herself in small, tight circles. They could never really time it to come together, but he would always try his best to hold off until she came first, and god did she love him for that.

With the added stimulation against her clit, Scully could feel herself climb towards that peak much faster, her back arching slightly as he grunted at the change in angle before he pulled his lips away from the now marked skin, looking down between them to watch Scully’s fingers rapidly slide across her clit.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing that.”

His voice came out staccato-like in between breaths and Scully smirked, biting her bottom lip as she watched him watch her. There was something so erotic about how he watched her, how his eyes were so dark and his pupils dilated and his pouty lips parted in mesmerisation as his hips continued to pump up into her.

For once, Mulder was the first to break the moment as he quickly looked up at her, catching her gaze as he slowed down his hips, trying to hold himself back from the inevitable. Scully could feel how his fingers held her ass in a death grip and how his thighs shook slightly underneath her as she slowed her fingers down. She would let him get away with not letting her come first this time, only because she knew she was so close to that edge herself it wouldn’t take much coaxing.

“Where do I…umm?”

Mulder frantically looked around the car as Scully gave a breathy chuckle before she sank herself down onto him fully, her hips rolling in circles. He would always double check with her where he could finish, even though the answer was nearly always the same. It was quite endearing really. Scully had already made up her mind that she wanted him to come inside her - that was the cleanest way to do it in the car.

“Where do you come? Well I think you’re already in a prime position here, Mulder.”

Scully emphasised his name with a clench of her inner walls around him which caused him to grunt as he looked back into her eyes. His cheeks were flushed with arousal and his eyebrows knitted together in concentration as he used every part of self restraint he had to not just tumble over that edge. Scully always found how desperate he looked right before he came attractive, knowing that she was the only one lucky enough to see it.

“You know where I want you,” Scully whispered as she nudged her nose with his before their tongues touched in a hot open-mouthed kiss and that was all the approval he needed from her.

Pulling away from the kiss, Mulder quickly began to thrust back up into her. The sudden quick and hard thrusts against her made Scully gasp as she wrapped her hands around his head, gripping his hair as he rested his forehead on her chest. Mulder groaned loudly as he pulled her down hard against him as his hips shot up, forcing himself as deep inside of her as he could and whispering “Dana…coming..” incoherently against the sticky skin of her chest.

Scully gave a moan of approval, feeling him tense before he began grunting as his orgasm took over him. An approving pur resounded deep in her chest and her toes curled as she felt the slight movement of him within her before he started thrusting again, slower this time, using the friction of her to prolong his orgasm. Scully closed her eyes, momentarily basking in the way he felt inside her. She was always amazed by how long he seemed to be able to come and she loved every second of it, especially after she’d missed it for so long.

Mulder’s breath was rapid as he pulled her down onto him once more, staying inside her as he once again latched onto her nipple, tugging it with his teeth. Scully’s body instantly responded to the extra stimulation with a whimper as her fingers quickly resumed their previous rhythm against her clit, her arousal peaking with the feeling of him still hard inside of her and his cock still giving the occasional orgasmic pulse.

The combination of Mulder’s firm sucks and nips of her breast and her fingers rolling over her swollen clit was enough for her orgasm to build rapidly. Scully moaned as she arched her back, her head falling forward, her lips meeting his head with sloppy kisses.

“Mmm I’m coming!”

It was barely a whimper into his hair as Scully’s fingers rapidly circled before her hips twitched and her toes flexed, lights flashing behind her eyes. Giving out a low moan, Scully’s orgasm crashed over her, her fingers slowing down as her body pulsed and contracted in blissful waves. Mulder groaned as Scully’s inner muscles spasmed strongly around him as if trying to pull him in deeper, her entrance milking him for anything he may still have to give to her. Scully lowered herself against his chest since her body was unable to hold itself up any longer as Mulder nuzzled into her skin, kissing her nipple gently with a wet, open mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she continued to clench around him, the throbbing of her clit slowing down under her fingers as her body started to come down from her high and become heavy in his embrace.

Mulder moved his arms to slide up her back, holding her steady against him as her breath began to even out. Scully closed her eyes and just inhaled the scent of Mulder’s hair, making the most of the post-coital bliss she enjoyed so much. Just being in Mulder’s arms like this and him seemingly all over her was something that Scully had never thought she would crave so much. Kissing the top of his head once, she opened her eyes as Mulder moved his head away from her chest, his eyes looking up to hers with a goofy smile on his face. Chuckling, Scully captured his lips in a gentle kiss.

Mulder’s teeth nibbled on her bottom lip and it caused her to shiver, her muscles clenching tightly around Mulder’s cock in response. Hissing, Mulder pulled away as Scully bit her bottom lip. The added stimulation to his now softened cock caused him to twitch uncomfortably. Scully relaxed and brushed his sweaty hair away from his forehead.

“Oh, sorry…Can you get me the tissues out of my bag?”

Mulder turned his head to see her hand bag spilled onto her side of the car, obviously having been knocked over from the centre console during their activities. Moving his hand to rest on her hips, Mulder grabbed the pack of tissues poking out of her bag, giving it to her, his head leaning down once again to kiss her exposed breast, just above her heart. Scully smiled softly as she watched him, pulling out a few tissues, slowly getting back up onto her knees. Giving Mulder one, she tossed the rest of the packet back to her seat.

Scully took her time in sliding off him, not wanting to make this an uncomfortable experience for Mulder. Once free from her heat, his limp cock fell to his body, resting against the fabric of his pants, shiny from the mixture of both their arousal. Scully pulled her skirt up higher so she could see what she was doing as she started to clean herself, smirking with how Mulder’s gaze was so transfixed on her movements.

Once she was satisfied that she was not going to completely ruin her underwear the moment she put them back on, she balled up the wet tissues and reached down and wiggled her hips, sliding her underwear back into place. Scully caught his gaze again as he chuckled, obviously embarrassed about how intensely he was watching her.

She grabbed the tissue hanging loosely in Mulder’s fingers before she let her hand fall to his lap, stroking him softly as she cleaned him, placing a content kiss on his lips.

“Thought you could use some help there, Mulder.”

Mulder nodded dumbly as he returned the kiss before he lifted his hips slightly to pull his pants back up, tucking himself away back into his boxers. Scully took the time to stay up on her knees as he readjusted himself, pulling her bra back over her breast and buttoning up the few buttons on her shirt around her chest. Leaning over she collected the few items that had spilled out of her bag before she placed it back on the centre console. She knew that she had to get off him now, that they had already taken a huge risk doing this both on the clock as well in public so she swung her leg over him, shuffling over the centre console.

Mulder watched her as she settled back into her seat, her thighs squeezed together as she pulled the visor down and flicked the light on in the car so she could check her makeup in the mirror. Scully could feel his eyes on her and she couldn’t help but smile as a warmth once again flooded her system. It wasn’t unusual for them to go more than once but the hungry haze that had possessed her before was duller now, her senses cleared enough for her to know they couldn’t risk doing it in this public setting again.

Scully tilted her head back slightly to brush her hair out of her eyes when she paused, seeing an angry red spot under her jaw, the odd tooth mark dented into her skin. Snapping her eyes to Mulder, she gave him a glare.

“Mulder, how am I going to cover this up?”

Her voice was scolding, but she couldn’t stop the arousal that hit her centre again at the idea of him marking her skin. She was never one to enjoy that, but on the occasions that Mulder did it she had to admit that she enjoyed the little rush of feeling claimed like that.

Mulder’s lips broke out into a smirk as he leaned over, giving her a kiss on the cheek, one she instantly relaxed into, despite her frustration.

“Scully, you aren’t going to cover it up. I want people to see.”

Scully glared at him again as he moved away from her cheek, her fingers reaching out to fall behind his head and pull him back to her by his hair as she kissed him, their swollen lips moving against each other before she gave his pouty bottom lip a sharp bite, a little payback for the obvious hickey on her jaw. Mulder shuffled closer to deepen the kiss and Scully could feel the haze start to cloud her judgement and the fire in her belly alight once again as his hand rested on her thigh, teasing his fingers under the hem of her skirt. It took all her effort to move her hands down to his chest, pushing him back as she broke their kiss, resting their foreheads together.

“We need to stop, Mulder. It’s late, let’s just go and get some rest.”

Scully brushed her fingers against the skin in-between his open shirt and her eyes briefly took notice of the red marks she made before she closed the buttons. Mulder gave her a quick kiss and agreed. Rolling down the car windows, it took some time for them to clear the windows from the steam and condensation that they had built up before Scully could put her shoes back on and drive them back to their hotel. Mulder’s hand still rested on her knee, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing her skin. Scully’s lips were fixed in a content smile the whole drive back.

---♡---

Their hotel was rather low budget, but it wasn’t as bad as some of the places they had been to; at least they got fresh sheets every day and everything was kept fairly clean. Pulling up into their designated parking space, Mulder got out of the car first, running around to the driver's side to open her door. Rolling her eyes, Scully turned off the ignition and grabbed her bag and got out, standing before him as he stepped closer, trapping her between him and the car. Scully raised her eyebrow.

“Mulder? What are yo-“

She was cut off as he grabbed her hips, pulling her against him roughly, and her balance wavered for a moment until he held her close.

“Kiss me goodnight.”

Scully gave him another glare as she looked up into his eyes. He knew her stance on public displays of affection. Even though they had just broken that rule in a major way, there weren’t people possibly watching them deep in the forest. They had been in the safety of the dark and their car, not out in the open under the bright neon glow of the hotel sign. But Scully couldn’t resist the challenging look in his eyes. He knew how to push her competitive buttons like that.

Looking around them quickly, she checked that they were alone before she grabbed his shirt with her free hand and pulled herself up on her tiptoes, while his head bent down to meet in a brief kiss. Scully gave a little whimper as his grip around her body tightened and he deepened the kiss, the taste of the salty sunflower seeds he had eaten to distract himself on the drive back still fresh on his lips.

Scully closed her eyes, tilting her head back as her hand moved to rest on his neck, her thumb stroking his sweaty skin. Mulder held her to him with one strong arm resting against her back as the other stroked her cheek, brushing over the mark left on her jaw as his tongue softly slipped between her parted lips. Squeaking slightly, Scully opened her eyes before she pulled away from his lips, lowering herself back down to the ground. Stroking his lips with her thumb she gave him a smile and slipped the car keys into his hand. He stepped away while she walked backwards towards her hotel room, the smile still on her lips as she watched him.

“Goodnight, Mulder.”

Mulder smiled back to her while she unlocked her door and slipped inside, the flick of red hair the last thing visible before the door shut behind her.

---♡---

Scully rested back against the hotel door for a moment with a grin on her face before she pushed herself off, put her bag on the dresser, and walked towards the bathroom to have a shower and clean herself up a little better than she could earlier in the car with only a few tissues. Even though she had wiped herself mostly clean, she could feel the evidence of him still managing to seep between her legs and make her underwear damp on the drive back to the hotel.

Scully kicked her shoes off as she walked, her fingers working to unbutton her shirt before she mindlessly let it fall to the floor. She was usually a stickler for having things neat and tidy, but the sweat on her skin and the stickiness between her legs begged her to shower first. She could pick everything up after. Once she reached the door of the bathroom, she unzipped her skirt and shimmied her hips, stepping out of the wrinkled fabric.

It already felt so much better to have the air touching her heated skin and she knew that a cool shower would make things feel even better. That was the problem with these run down hotels: the air conditioning was non-existent and there was only so much a squeaky ceiling fan could accomplish.

Her hands went to undo her bra when she heard a few knocks against her hotel door. Looking over her shoulder with a start, Scully swore under her breath as she went to pick her skirt off the floor in a hurry to get dressed before she could open the door.

“Housekeeping, Agent Scully.”

Her fingers dropped the skirt back to the floor as she smirked and the irritation at being disturbed was replaced with a warm flutter in her stomach at hearing Mulder’s voice.

Scully brushed her sweaty hair behind her ears and walked over to the door, choosing to stay in her bra and underwear as she looked through the peep hole to double check it was just him before opening the door, peeking around it. Nodding her head for him to come in, she bit her bottom lip when she saw him wearing only his pants and concluded that his shirt must be lying back in his room somewhere, probably discarded like hers was on the floor.

Shutting the door, Scully watched him as he raised his eyebrows, taking in the fact that she was only wearing very little. Smirking, Mulder stepped towards her, his hands falling to her hips, brushing her skin.

“Well, aren't I a little overdressed?”

Chuckling, Scully reached up to slip the lock and chain across her door, before she closed the gap between them and rested her fingers in the belt loops of his pants. How was it that just being in his presence tonight was enough for her hunger for him to resurface. Her centre pulsed between her legs as she leaned up and Mulder arched his neck to meet her half way as she teasingly brushed her lips against his with not enough pressure to call it a kiss.

“I think you are…maybe we should rectify that, don't you think, Mulder?”

Mulder slipped his hands around to her ass, cupping her roughly before he picked her up, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist with a squeak as he nodded, backing his way towards the bed. The back of Mulder’s knees hit the mattress and he fell backwards, Scully falling on top of him in a fit of giggles.

---♡---

Peeling herself out of his arms, Scully sat up in the rumpled hotel sheets, her body still slick from sweat as she smiled, feeling him reach out for her.

“Where are you going?”

Scully looked down at him in the dark, making out his silhouette from the glow of the neon lights outside. Reaching over, she brushed his hair back as his fingers played with the skin of her thigh. Mulder became cuddlier after sex, and normally Scully would relent and let him have his way, but tonight with the mixture of the heat, sweat and fresh come pooling between her legs, she knew she wanted a shower before she could even think about falling asleep.

“I need a shower. You left quite a mess, Mulder.”

Scully’s fingers brushed his lips and felt a grin form on his under the pads of her thumb before he kissed it.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you messy because of me for a little bit longer, but if you must.”

Rolling her eyes, Scully bent down to give him a quick kiss, untangling herself from both him and the sheets before she got up and made her way towards the bathroom with her legs pressed a little tighter together. She could feel his eyes on her the whole way and gave him one last look at her naked in the vivid lights of the bathroom, turning to him before she shut the door. A loud groan coming from the bed caused her to chuckle under her breath.

After a quick and relatively cold shower - the weather was muggy and the hotel didn’t have the best hot water to start with -, Scully felt reasonably refreshed. Standing naked in the slightly steamy bathroom, Scully took her time to dry her hair enough before she hung her towel and reached for her toiletry bag up on the cabinet to get her toothbrush ready.

Putting the toothbrush in her mouth, Scully paused and frowned slightly when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, noticing how much bigger her breasts seemed. Lowering her arms, she leaned in to observe her reflection closer, using her hands to brush against the swollen skin. She noticed how they seemed to sit a little fuller in her hands. Scully pulled her toothbrush out of her mouth and whispered “Huh” under her breath before she lowered her hands slowly, her free hand resting on her belly.

Looking down, Scully’s eyebrows knitted together as she watched her hand brush over the flat expanse of skin, her thumb playing with the gold piercing of her belly button. She looked up once again, catching her own eyes through the mirror. She shouldn’t think such things, it wasn’t possible for her, right? Blinking rapidly, trying to get the thoughts out of her head, she quickly finished brushing her teeth, her eyes not leaving her stomach no matter how hard she tried to look elsewhere.

It was just because she was tired. She hadn’t had a good night's sleep in weeks and her hormones were all over the place, understandably, as she was only running on coffee and, if she was lucky, two hours sleep a night. But the more she thought about it, the more things were starting to fall into place-

“No. Stop it. That’s impossible, you’re just exhausted.”

Scully scolded herself as she spat the excess toothpaste into the sink before rinsing quickly. Opening the bathroom door, she watched Mulder in her bed, laying on his back, the sheets tossed to the side and exposing everything he had to show, his chest rising and falling gently. He looked so peaceful when he managed to sleep. Scully’s thoughts were racing as she picked up their clothes, folding them and putting them onto the dresser before she made her way back to the bed. Looking down at him, Scully smiled softly as she crawled onto the mattress and lay down, letting her damp hair fall onto her pillow looking up at the ceiling.

Mulder shifted beside her and rolled onto his side, his arm sliding over her stomach. Scully sucked in a breath before she looked over at him, seeing his eyes now open and watching her. God, she could get lost in those hazel eyes. Shifting, Scully rolled into him, his arm moving now to fall around her while his fingers traced across her bare skin and the inked pattern on her lower back.

“Did you want me to go?”

Mulder was well aware that she was breaking a lot of her own rules tonight and Scully thought that maybe the best thing would be for him to just go back to his hotel room - then at least they wouldn’t be so obvious in the morning. But all these new thoughts were whirling in her head and there was a tug in her heart that told her that she needed him to stay tonight. After all, even though they would have to be up in a few hours anyway, they always seemed to sleep better with one another.

Scully moved her arms to tuck under her chin as she snuggled into him and his arms pulled her closer instinctively. Scully took a deep breath and his scent filled her senses as she sighed. One leg slipped in between his and the other slung over his hips as she placed a kiss to his throat.

Scully shook her head and Mulder relaxed back into the bed, chuckling. She wrapped her arms around him as best she could, her head resting under his chin in their usual sleeping position. Mulder adjusted himself to get comfortable as he nuzzled into her damp hair, kissing her head softly.

“I’ll take that as a no. Night, Scully.”

“Goodnight, Mulder.”

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angelmavmurdock · 4 years ago

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Home

summary: you and tom haven't seen each other in months and he surprises you.

SUPER fluffy !requested one shot!

you can either listen to the song while reading or start listening to it when it tells you to! Home by Caite Turner - the song in which this is based off of :).

***********

5 months.

5 months since I've seen Tom.

He's been in Atlanta for filming Spider-Man No Way Home and at Christmas he spent time with his family before going back.

I hadn't seen him in so long. Facetiming and phone calls could never come close to the feeling of being with him. It feels like such an alien thing now, even thinking about us spending time together. Like it's something of the past...

We tried to call every day but that became difficult as Toms only day off is Monday and I'm working and the time difference. Everything just seems so difficult and forced. But we still do it. Because we want to see and talk to each other but it's just so exhausting with the time difference.

I'd wake up earlier to call and say good morning and I'd end up staying up late on Facetime with him. So my sleep schedule was completely messed up, along with all the emotions that come with a long distance relationship. Then it's heightened even more because Tom is famous and tabloids follow him everywhere. The recent buzz for Cherry has had people asking about his love life - or rather our love life but they don't know we're together. No one apart from our friends and family do.

I missed him. I really missed him. It hurts my heart every time he posts to Instagram or I see interviews from him.

We had scheduled a Facetime for tonight. It was 10pm for me and 6pm for him. Not too bad.

I was absolutely knackered so I was just getting ready for bed when my phone started ringing.

I grinned, picking the phone up and answering the call.

"Hey, handsome." I giggled at the phone screen, sitting it up on my dresser as I got changed.

"Hey, darling. How are you?" He asked, placing a forkful of pasta into his mouth.

He was in his signature pink hoodie with a baseball cap on backwards. His phone was rested against something on his dinner table and I watched as he ate his tea.

"I'm good. Tired but good. How about you? How was work?" I asked, taking some makeup wipes out.

"Oh, sorry baby." He pouted.

"No, no, it's okay. M'used to it." I laughed lightly.

He furrowed his brows slightly as I wiped my makeup off.

"y/n."

I looked at him. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry-

"I love you." He said with a slight smile.

Don't cry, don't cry-

"I love you too, babe. I miss you." I swallowed, trying to keep the lump of sobs from bursting out.

"I miss you, too. It's been 5 months since we've seen each other. I left for Atlanta 5 months ago today." He sighed, taking another forkful of food.

I took a deep breath, throwing the makeup wipes into the bin, "It's been so long."

"I know, darling, I know. But..."

He reached over the table. I heard papers shuffle and I quirked a brow as I got into bed, only my bedside lamp giving me a warm light. I snuggled into my blankets, propping my phone against a pillow.

"I just happened to be coming to London next Friday." He said nonchalantly, fiddling with a plane ticket.

My eyes widened and I stared at my phone screen.

"Y-you're kidding." I felt my heart rate rise.

He grinned, "Nope. Filming finishes next week. I'm coming to you next Friday, love."

I gasped, sitting up and squealing into the phone.

"Oh my god! I can't believe it! We're going to see each other! For real!" I exclaimed.

"For real." He laughed.

"Oh my fucking god...well, I don't know how you expect me to sleep or work until then." I smiled widely, settling back into bed.

"I can't wait. Can't wait to see you again." He bit his lip.

I raised a brow, "Can't wait to see what part of me?"

He laughed, "Hmm, I'll leave that to your imagination. But I'd definitely call your work and tell them you won't be able to come in the whole week because your legs will be too sore."

I spluttered a laugh and got myself flustered.

God, it had been so long since we touched...

"I can't wait to fuck you again." He said lowly.

I widened my eyes, "Are Racheal and Harry not there?" I hissed.

He shook his head, "Racheal's not here and Harry's working in his room."

I shifted onto my side to face him completely.

"Okay then...if you want to fuck me so bad...tell me what you'll do to me when you get here."

***

It was the next night. Friday. Finally. Tom had said he wouldn't be able to call tonight because he was on set all day. I was fine with that, though. Last night was an extremely heated Facetime call.

I went into work and sat at my desk, staring at a blank word document just wishing words would start typing themselves onto the page. My mind was somewhere else. It was with Tom. I didn't sleep much last night as it was an eventful night so I was absolutely knackered by the time I got home from work.

I managed to stay awake long enough to make myself some mac and cheese. I managed one episode of friends, I ate my dinner and I snuggled on my couch, stripping my jeans and top off to leave me comfortably in my underwear with blankets draped over me. I didn't particularly mean to fall asleep at 7pm on a Friday night. It just happened.

Toms POV

"Good luck, mate. Have fun." Harrison laughed cheekily on the phone as I entered y/n's flat building.

"Div. Bye." I chuckled, ending the call.

I hyped myself all the way up to y/n's flat. I looked at myself in my phone camera to check how I looked. I couldn't hear anything from inside but I knew she was in. The bouquet of flowers in my hand kept crinkling loudly and I tried to shut them up seeing as it was midnight.

I could feel some jet lag already hitting me but the nerves and excitement completely cancelled it out.

I was surprising her. Filming finished a few days ago, not next week. I had everything planned out. And she had no idea.

I took a few deep breaths and sat my suitcase and bag down. I lifted a hand to her door and hesitantly knocked. Adrenaline rushed through me.

She was going to open the door and we'd have the best moment, then we'd kiss and then...

She wasn't answering the door. Her car was outside and it was midnight so she should be in.

I gritted my teeth anxiously and knocked again.

Still nothing.

I looked around in slight panic, not knowing what to do. But then I tried her door handle. It opened.

I'll have to tell her to lock it next time, I reminded myself before opening the door slowly. The flat was quiet, only the sound of traffic coming in from the open windows filled the room. I wheeled my suitcase and bag in quietly then shut the door behind me equally so.

I walked further into the flat and that's when I finally saw her. And why I finally saw why she wasn't answering the door.

y/n was curled up on the couch, blankets sprawled across her basically naked body and the couch. Her hair lay messy on top of her head and her mouth hung open slightly as she slept.

My heart filled with love and joy as I watched her. 5 months since I had seen her and she was like this. In her most perfect form. Natural and messy and cute but also hot because the underwear she was wearing and the fact I hadn't seen her body in nearly half a year made me nearly get a full hard on.

I walked closer to her, placing the bouquet of flowers next to her abandoned bowl of mac and cheese. I caught a glimpse of the TV.

Are you still watching?

I smiled and turned back to her, kneeling to come face to face with her. I could smell her signature perfume and it made my heart swoon so massively.

I smiled uncontrollably as I reached my hand to her cheek, brushing my fingers over her skin. I missed her skin on mine. I brushed some of her hair behind her ear and then cupped her cheek softly, rubbing my thumb back and forth to gently awaken her.

y/n POV

I felt a hand on my face, a thumb delicately brushing my cheek. It felt familiar and suddenly I could smell something that made my heart ache. Whatever it was smelled like Tom. Like his natural scent mixed with his usual aftershave.

"y/n..."

I heard my name being whispered. I hummed and nuzzled into the pillow more, enjoying whatever dream about Tom I was having. His hand was warm on my face and it was like it was really there.

"y/n, darling..."

Mmm, the nickname. I missed his voice.

"Love...you awake?"

I furrowed my brows. What? Tom didn't say that in my dream. I felt myself being brought back into consciousness gradually and the heat and weight of a hand on my face was very much there, along with the prominent smell and the literal presence of someone.

I slowly opened my eyes, blurry at first but then everything came into view.

Tom.

He was kneeling in front of the couch, his hand still stroking my cheeks, his face in a soft but wide smile, his skin tanned and glowing but the bags under his eyes were visible.

"T-Tom?" I stuttered in a whisper.

Was I dreaming? Was I hallucinating? I mean, I had been thinking about him a lot and I was exhausted so it made sense.

"Hey, darling," He chuckled softly.

"I- what the- are you- what?"

My eyes were heavy, my voice was quiet, in fear of it breaking and I was so incredibly confused.

"Surprise." He chuckled, tucking a hair behind my ear.

I blinked a few times to clear my vision and I saw a tear run down his cheek.

He was here.

"Tom," I whispered, grabbing him and pulling him into me, my arms wrapping around his neck.

He held me just as tightly around my waist. His skin was on mine. He was here. He was actually here. We were actually touching.

He slowly pulled me off the couch and onto the floor with him, welcoming me onto his lap. I wrapped my legs around him and nuzzled my face into his neck. I fisted his light jacket, trying to get a hold of every part of him.

Suddenly it was as if every emotion I felt in the past five months came flooding to the surface. Sadness, hopelessness, excitement, happiness, love. His hands wrapped completely around my waist, holding me flush to his chest. I felt tears tickle down my face but I didn't care.

His face was nuzzled into my neck, too. He moved a hand up to cradle the back of my head when he realised I was crying. I was actually sobbing. Audibly. But so was he now.

We both pulled away at the same time then immediately crashed our lips together. A new wave of tears pooled into my eyes. He tasted good. He tasted like him. Minty and perfect. I ran my fingers up and into his hair. God I missed his hair.

Our tongues pushed into each others and we both moaned slightly, revelling in the feeling of one another again.

He was here.

We pulled away breathlessly and stared into each other's eyes. I cupped his face and he did mine. I wiped the tears from his face, he wiped the tears from mine.

"I missed you so much." I croaked.

"I missed you too, darling."

"Please just promise me you'll never do that again. I can't live without you for that long again. I can't." I half-joked.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying here with you." He rested his forehead against mine.

"I'm home." He whispered.

I sobbed happy cries at his words. He suddenly pulled away and brought his phone out, shakily going onto Spotify and playing 'Home' by Caite Turner, turning it all the way up.

"Dance with me." He whispered.

I stood off of him and he joined me. He held my hand and twirled me around, inspecting my body.

"I feel so naked," I laughed.

He shed his jacket off and then he pulled his t-shirt over his head. I widened my eyes at him. He had gotten fitter over filming, along with a new tan.

"That's better." I sniffled with a smile.

He brought me into him and held me by my waist with one hand then my hand in his other. I had my free hand on his cheek. I traced up and onto his sun freckles, down his crooked nose and then back to his left eyebrow and down to his jaw then back into his hair.

He leaned his head down and encased my lips in his. It was soft and breathless. One of those kisses you wish you had a picture of to capture the moment. I missed kissing him. Our lips slotted together perfectly like they were made for each other.

He slowly pulled away and we rested our heads against each other's, still swaying in time to the music.

"You're my home, y/n." He whispered.

I closed my eyes, feeling a few tears escape my eyes.

"Wherever you are is home to me. I can't be without you again." He spoke quietly and shakily, on the verge of another sob.

"I feel the same. I'm going everywhere with you now."

He chuckled lightly and we pulled back. He brushed my hair behind my ear and looked into my eyes with his gorgeous brown ones. I cupped his face and me sighed into my touch.

"I love you." He stated quietly.

"I love you." I replied.

"You're the one, y/n. No questions. I can't fucking live without you."

I felt my chin quiver at his words. I didn't know how to even respond verbally.

I pulled him down to my lips, my tongue slipping into his mouth almost immediately. He hummed and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You're it, Tom," I whispered between kisses.

He pulled away slightly, our lips just ghosting over one another's.

"You're my home."

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pixieungerstories · 3 years ago

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Quarantine - 2

There was no sign the house had any other occupants for days. I hadn’t been able to drag the mattress out of the room where he had put it. It was heavy and I couldn’t compress it enough to get it through the door.

I went back to working from home. The conference calls helped me feel sane. After a while it was easy to pretend the whole thing was some fever dream. I was pretending, though. I still hadn’t tried to open the closet. Grocery delivery was set on a rotation so that once a week they arrived at the gate. My neighbours had theirs brought right up to the house. Mine were always left at the gate of the picket fence that surrounded the front yard.

I used the hedge trimmers to shape the lilac bushes that the neighbours on each side had planted to obscure their view of my house. I weeded and mowed the lawn wishing for grass seed before just giving up and calling it a meadow. Some of the flowers were even pretty. I chuckled with my friends about how much drywall I was going to need when this was over. We laughed about how it was lucky I was alone instead of having a roommate watching me through the holes in the walls.

Well, they laughed. I sort of more chuckled nervously.

I kept an eye on my laptop battery and there weren’t any unexplained power outages. Everything seemed normal.

Until I was cleaning out the basement and found the wine room. I don’t know wine, but there was a lot of it and the newest bottle that I could find was pre world war two.

I wasn’t expecting it to still be good. It was. It felt ridiculous drinking a hundred year old bottle of red wine with a frozen dinner. I did it anyway.

“Are you still here?” I demanded as I was getting ready for bed.

There was no answer.

I found the box that had my vibrator in it and fell asleep in a sweaty puddle.

I woke up a little hung over and found my vibe squeaky clean on the bathroom sink when I went to brush my teeth. My stomach dropped.

“Were you watching me?” I hissed. I don’t know what sort of reply I was expecting, but I didn’t get one.

Once again, I tried to move the mattress to another room. Once again, I failed. I spent the night wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the floor in the other bedroom, with my laptop plugged in and netflix running to keep me company.

I screamed and stood up when he said from the doorway, “I get lonely too.”

“Jesus Christ!”

He chuckled, “Not even close.” There was a moment of silence as I strained my eyes to see something, anything, in the dark. “I can’t leave either,” he whispered. I stood there shaking in the light from my laptop screen. “Sleep in the bed. I will not bother you.”

I didn’t move. He had just sounded sad when he said it.

“Why can’t I ever see you?” I asked.

“I live in the shadows, you can only see me in darkness.”

I blinked at that. “But you are always here.”

“Yes.”

“And I can’t see in the dark,” I pointed out.

“I know.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I changed the subject. “What do you want from me?”

“When you first arrived, you slept in the garden. If you had started by sleeping in the house, I would have run you off. But you were fixing things, so I let you stay. I got used to you being around. Then you got sick and it would have been so easy to just let you die. I would have gone back to being on my own. I no longer want to be on my own but I hadn’t considered the weight of you being unable to leave. I do not like the idea of you being scared of me and trapped here.”

“But I am,” I mumbled.

“Yes. So take care of yourself. Sleep in the bed. Care for the house. I will stay out of your way.”

I licked my lips. I didn’t want to ask but I had to know. “What were you doing with my vibrator?”

There was no answer. I waited for what felt like an eternity before I continued. “Look, it isn’t a good idea to share sex toys, so depending on where it’s been, I might need to throw it out. I can’t exactly get a new one just now. Please just tell me.”

It was the barest whisper, “I wanted to taste you.”

I froze feeling like a deer in the headlights, completely unsure how to respond to that.

“I have not touched you since you asked me not to,” he argued.

Except for when I almost fell, I thought. You caught me then. And my laptop. I wouldn’t have been able to get a new one of those either. I wondered if soap and water would do it or if I was going to end up with some shadow monster disease. How do you even ask that?

“Ok,” I mumbled. I stood there in the dark and silence. The house was silent. I realized I hadn’t heard rattles or banging or hissing since I learned he was here. “Nyctophobia,” I blurted out.

“I don’t understand,” he replied.

I shifted awkwardly. “Can I call you Nick?”

The silence continued. Then, “Why?”

“Nameless things are more scary. It isn’t as bad having a roommate named Nick.”

He never did answer. Eventually, I sat back down on the floor and wrapped the blanket more tightly around myself. I wasn’t brave enough to walk through a pitch dark house, past a staircase, to get to the room where there was a monster in the closet.

----

There was coffee waiting for me when I got up, and the smell of cinnamon buns baking in the oven. The oven timer said there was 10 minutes left. I peeked inside to find the tiniest pan of monkey bread baking. I recognized the recipe and pulled out the cookbook it came from. Sure enough, in Nick’s careful handwriting was notations about scaling the recipe down to one sixth of how it had been published.

He had used pencil.

“Is this a peace offering?” I asked.

I didn’t get a response, but he did the dishes while I had my bath that morning.

When my groceries were delivered, popcorn had been added to my order.

I didn’t see him. Well, I mean, I never see him, but the only signs of him were things being done and left obviously done while I was bathing or getting dressed. Aside from how nice it was to not do the dishes I appreciated the signs that he was not watching me.

It came as a surprise when I went to put the popcorn in the microwave and the power went out.

“Nick? What are you doing?”

“This isn’t me,” he hissed.

I was lifted and carried squirming through the dark before being pushed into a space and having the door locked behind me. I panicked as I thought I might be in his closet before I realized I was in the wine cellar. Flashes of Edgar Allen Poe stories ran through my mind.

I have no idea how long I was in there, in the dark with my heart pounding as I tried to get the door to open. Eventually, it did.

“All better now,” he assured me, breathing down the back of my neck.

There were a lot of cop cars outside on the street.

“What happened?” I asked. There wasn’t any answer.

A uniformed officer rang my bell, then politely stepped back from my door the requisite six feet.

“Did you hear or see anything unusual last night, Ma’am?” he asked after identifying himself.

Yeah, all the time, I thought. There was still no way to say that and sound sane. I went with a modified version of the truth. “The power went out around 10pm and I ended up stuck in the basement since I couldn’t see the stairs.”

He frowned at me. “Have you noticed anything missing? Any signs of a break in?”

“No? Should I have?”

He appeared to consider this, then stepped further back to look at the state of my house. “There were break-ins all down this street last night. This place might not have been a target.”

“Is everyone OK?” I asked.

“It’s an ongoing investigation,” replied walking towards me again. “I can not disclose anything further, ma’am.”

I swallowed, “That sounds like a no.”

“Do you mind if I come in and have a look around?”

I considered this, “Do you generally advise that women living alone let strange men into their houses? If you are coming to search, I want my lawyer here as a witness.”

He was already peering in around me. The house isn’t that big and the walls were all gone. He could see the whole main floor whether he came in or not.

“Doing some renovations I see.”

No shit Sherlock. “My building permit is posted in my window. I haven’t been able to get trades people out in months but-”

“I'm sure everything is in order with that. Good day.” Then he left. Standing on the porch I could hear him telling the other officers what a shit hole my house was. He thought it should be condemned.

I mean, he was right, still you never like to hear that. And it didn’t need to be condemned. I had the structural engineer’s report to prove it.

I went to work while keeping an eye on the news sites.

It wasn’t break ins. It was looters. The house next to me and the four next to it, all the way to the corner, had been hit. The owners had been found tied up at best and dead at worst with a variety of options in between.

It has escalated all the way down the street.

Then stopped before my house.

“Nick? What did you do?”

He wasn’t talking to me yet.

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I sat on my bed and waited for the sun to go down. My laptop was in the kitchen. My phone was next to me but set to do not disturb. I waited, straining my ears for any noise.

“Are you there?”

Nothing was said but I was sure I could feel him watching me.

“Please tell me what happened.”

“No one comes into my house,” he snarled.

I swallowed and fought down my fear. “I did.”

“You are different. You are helping.”

I considered that. He had walls before I got here, now he didn’t.

“Am I safe from you?”

“Yes.” It would have been more comforting if he hadn’t growled it.

That was the point where I started to cry. I had made it through everything life had thrown at me without turning into a weepy woman, but that did it. I’m going to blame it on a night of panicking in the wine cellar combined with news reports detailing what had happened to my neighbours.

“Please don’t,” he whispered.

I sniffled. “Fuck. Why don’t I have kleenex?”

A roll of toilet paper was pressed into my hands. I ripped off a length and blew my nose in a way that women in the movies never do, then I jumped as he stroked my cheek with a cool finger, catching my tears. His hand was gone an instant later.

“What if they come back tonight?”

“They won’t,” he said firmly. I don’t think he was talking about the ongoing police presence on the street.

“What did you do?” I sniffled.

“I defended my home. That includes you now.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. I wasn’t sure that I couldn’t catch glimpses of him as the lights on the street kept flashing. Red, blue, huge black shadow.

“I don’t want to be alone right now,” I whispered.

The bed dipped but when I reached my arm out in that direction all I could find was a long fingered hand to hold mine. “You won’t be.”

I felt him tug at the blankets underneath me and I slid over so he could turn them back. Even in the dark I could find my sleep shirt under my pillow. I stood up next to the bed, stripped and pulled it over my head. Under the covers looking at the ceiling. Red, blue, shadow, red, blue shadow.

“Are you .. human shaped?”

“I can be.”

I snorted, “What kind of answer is that?”

“An honest one.”

I rolled on to my side so that my back was to him, or at least to where I thought he was.

“I can go.”

“Can you stay?”

The weight on the bed changed. “Don’t try to look at me, you will only give yourself nightmares.”

“You said you’ve read Blue Beard?”

“Yes.”

“Have you read Cupid and Psyche?”

He just snickered.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Does any of that apply here?”

“Are you going to try to burn me with an oil lamp?” he teased.

“Are you going to get me pregnant then cast me out into the wilds?” I countered.

He hissed at that, “Never.”

“Never get me pregnant or -”

“I’m not human. We can’t procreate. I can’t make you sick. You can’t make me sick. We can drive each other insane and you will be able to escape someday. I can not leave.”

“Why not?”

“You need to rest. Don’t ask questions with scary answers.”

“How am I supposed to know they are scary?”

“Because you are asking a monster. Now, go to sleep.”

That was the most ridiculous thing but I wasn’t up to arguing about it. Not while there was still an active crime scene next door.

I fell asleep to the feeling of him stroking my back.

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The only furniture in the bed room was the bed and a few boxes of random stuff I had moved in. I woke to find one of them had been used as a table and was holding breakfast for me. Or at least a travel mug of coffee and a plate of toast. I sat in bed, drank my coffee, ate my toast and read the thirty seven emails from everyone I knew asking what the fuck happened next door.

I ended up posting a blanket statement on facebook that I was fine. I was still in my house. I had no idea what had happened other than what I had seen on the news. Then I posted a picture of the three squad cars I could still see out my bedroom window.

My boss emailed me to ask when he could expect the report I had been assigned, so that took up the rest of my day. It was getting dark when I realized I hadn’t eaten all day. Another freezer meal, some salad and I was raiding the wine cellar again, god damn it!

As I was pouring wine into a coffee mug, he asked me, “Are you drinking alone?”

I got up, took another mug out of the cupboard, poured a second drink and turned off the kitchen light. “Nope. I’m not alone. You’re here.”

He didn’t answer, as I ate my dinner by the light of the street lights outside. The porch light was outside the kitchen window, so I turned it on to wash the dishes then turned it off to go upstairs. It would have been better if I hadn’t stubbed my toe on the bottom step. I swore. Nick picked me up and carried me up the stairs.

“I didn’t have that much to drink!” I protested.

“No, but you can’t see in the dark.” He tucked me safely into bed.

“Did you change the sheets?” I asked. He didn’t answer. “You did, didn’t you?”

My laptop opened and his body blocked the screen for a few moments. Then Brooklyn 99 came on and it was set next to me.

“Why are you doing this?”

“We need a distraction. Call Penny.”

“We need a distraction? We?”

“Yes.”

I hesitated. “Do you need me to move out and camp in the backyard for a few days?”

His reply was a nonverbal roar that rattled the windows and set off a car alarm outside.

There was a commotion then the cops were knocking on my door. I sighed and turned on the lights. I decided to be proactive this time. I flung open the door and demanded “What the hell are you doing out here?”

The cops on my porch blinked.

“I’m trying to sleep! Can you keep the noise down? Please? I know whatever you are doing is important but can you just do it a little quieter?”

“That wasn’t us!” the youngest protested.

“Then can you find out who it was and make them stop?”

To my delight, they left.

I closed the door, smiled to myself and bounced off a wall of darkness that caught me before I rebounded against the door.

“I do not want you sleeping outside!” he growled in my ear.

There were one set of arms around my shoulders and another holding my hips and back. I tried to think of a ‘what big arms you have Mr Wolf’ quip but it died on my lips and the touch was gone in an instant.

“Nick? Can you help me not trip on things on my way to the stairs?”

Hands on my hips, pushing me gently forward and steering me around boxes. Another hand guiding mine to the banister. Then nothing. I carefully inched my way upstairs. I did that awkward thing at the top where you think there is still one more step but there isn’t so your leg falls through nothing and you stumble. To my right was the bedroom, still lit by the flickering screen of my computer.

I climbed into bed and closed it.

Then I opened it, stared at the browser for a moment, then closed it again.

“What’s wrong?”

I considered this. I really had no secrets from him anymore. “I’m anxious and keyed up. I need … some ‘alone time’ but it’s weird if you are watching.”

“Would it be better if I was helping?” he teased.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I don’t know what you are working with. But I feel lonely.”

Gentle fingers took my hand and raised it. The lips that kissed and the tongue that laved were not human. I turned my hand to stroke his face but he leaned away.

That stung. I let my hand fall to the bed. “It isn’t fair that you get to touch me but I can’t touch you.”

He didn’t say anything to that. A car drove past and the headlights lit the room for an instant. Long enough for me to see four glittering eyes watching me, two forward facing and two further to the sides. Not human, I reminded myself. In the darkness, a hand cupped my face, thick lips caught mine and as I kissed him a tentacle like tongue licked at my lips before darting briefly down my throat.

“I can do better than that toy,” he promised, “but you can not see me.”

I nodded. Four hands stroking me over my clothes. A mouth kissing and licking at my neck. I was expecting him to peel me out of my clothes, instead his touch was so feathery gentle. Hands cupped my face as he nuzzled my hair. I strained my eyes trying to see him, but I could catch only the faintest outline. Any time I reached out for him he pulled away. Finally, he got frustrated with that and pinned my hands over my head.

I panicked and pulled my hands away and just like that he was gone.

“Nick?”

I don’t know why I was expecting an answer. I groaned and pressed both palms to my face covering my eyes. I jumped when he caressed my calf, but I didn’t move my hands.

“What are you doing, little girl?”

“Damned if I know,” I admitted. “It’s been … I don’t even know anymore… how long have I been stuck in this house? Weeks? Months? None of this seems real anymore. Sometimes I don’t know if I’m real anymore either. I just need … something.”

“Someone,” he whispered.

“Yeah. Someone to make me feel like I’m real. Just to make me feel.”

“Humans need other humans to be human,” he muttered. “You should have just called your friend.”

My eyes prickled again and tears splashed against my hands. “How long have you been here?”

“There was an accident shortly after the house was built. I came because of that.”

That raised a lot of questions, but my immediate one was, “How long have you been here alone?”

“On and off since then. Most people don’t last much more than a month or two. Normally, construction crews are the advance party before they move in. It’s easy enough to get rid of the new owners. You were just too stupid to leave.”

I snorted, “Were you really trying to make me go? Because living here was creepy but not anywhere close to the scariest place I’ve ever lived.”

“My heart wasn’t in it. I need you to finish fixing the place first. Sooner or later someone would have built one of those ridiculous houses on the lot.” He started to massage my calf as he spoke.

“The house is more than a hundred years old. That’s a long time to be alone,” I pointed out.

“Enough time to get good at it,” he countered.

I moved my hands then and sat up to look at him. I thought I could see a pool of shifting darkness. “What are you? Are you a ghost? Did someone die here and -”

“Many people have died here. I am not one of them.”

I thought about that for a moment. “Am I?”

“What?”

“Am I some dead woman who is all alone here making excuses for why I can’t leave?”

He laughed at me then, not a jolly laugh, an odd howling laugh. “How did you come up with that ridiculous idea?”

It stung a little, “It’s a popular plot point in a number of movies. And I can’t help but notice you didn’t answer the question.”

He stopped laughing when he realized I was serious and said flatly, “You aren’t dead.”

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Fine Line: The Divorce Series - part two.

In case you missed part one you can find it here. Feedback always appreciated in any form. Feel free to message me if you have any questions!!

Trigger warnings for this include; mentions of death, drug and alcohol abuse.

It’s ten passed twelve when Eliza opens her eyes for the first time, she hadn’t slept a good nights sleep since Fallon’s diagnosis but last night she didn’t wake not once.They had her funeral yesterday, she doesn’t remember much, she thinks this is probably partially why she was able to sleep so well, knowing that Fallon was finally resting at her forever home. Harry helped to organise the funeral and had been more available to both her and their other two children in the lead up to it and insisted in paying for it in full. But yesterday was too much for him, he left somewhere between the wake and the kids’ bed time and Eliza hadn’t heard from him since. Harry woke up in his apartment for the first time in weeks, he’d be living at Eliza’s in the spare room from the time when things got to be too much for Eliza to handle on her own. He missed his bed and the peace and quiet, but he’d never allow himself to say those words out loud. Right in between losing her and laying her to rest, they celebrated her birthday. Gemma thought it would be a good idea to acknowledge the day instead of pushing it to the side, Harry just kind of wanted to push through and try and get through the day, but Eliza liked the idea of being able to blow out a candle for Fallon and so to appease his ex-wife’s needs and support her through her grief, Harry bit his tongue And they did just that, celebrated her.

elizadoherty 4 years ago you made me a mama sweet angel baby Fallon. I miss you, thanks for changing my life 🕊 Liked by harrystyles, niallhoran and 12,378,346 others,

The funeral came around quicker than he had anticipated, it kind of crept up on him. After today things would go back to the way they were before Fallon got sick snd Harry wasn’t sure if he was ready for that. He wasn’t ready to be away from Koa and Lennon, or even Eliza for that matter. Everyone was so wrapped up in supporting Eliza on the day, they had forgot that Harry had lost a child too. So distracted by Eliza, no one noticed Harry when he slipped out in the middle of her wake, no one but Eliza.

There was no communication between the two in the weeks that followed, he locked himself in the studio with only a select few people and she was trying to get back to somewhat of a normal routine with the twins. He was making good progress with an album, it wasn’t as upbeat as previous albums had been but it just reflected what he was going through and how he was feeling. With no communication and his lack of interest in their other two children Eliza goes ahead and books a court date to finalise their divorce. Harry is leaving the studio when he gets words of the court date being set, he heads straight to the bar. Harry is on his sixth drink when he finally gets a hold of Eliza. I miss you he tells her We just lost — we just — how can you even be thinking about finalising our divorce. She cries and that’s when he knows he’s fucked up. Eliza don’t cry, I’m sorry, I’m such a fuck up, it should have been me, not her... Eliza knows she should hang up the phone, call Gemma let her deal with him and go back to bed. Instead she asks Harry for his location, calls a sitter and by the time she heads to the bar its almost 10pm.

Eliza finds Harry in the corner booth, away from prying eyes and away from windows with his back toward the rest of the people in the pub. By now he’s lost count of how many drinks he’s consumed. She orders herself a scotch on the rocks. The bartender looks between her and Harry and wonders what they must be going through to have lead them here tonight. They sit in silence mostly, Harry throwing back three drinks in the time it tasked Eliza to finish the one she ordered herself when she first got here. The bartender draws a line in the sand and cuts Harry off, he pays for his long bar tab remembering to ask the bartender to include Elizas scotch on the rocks and then he goes to leave.

Harry makes it all the way to his car before realising he cannot find his keys. When he reaches the bar door she’s standing out front her arms crossed over her chest,p. You didn’t think I’d let you drive home in your state did you? My children have already buried their sister this year, I’m not about to let them bury their father too. The words Eliza said to drunk Harry would play on sober minded Harry in the weeks to come. She half carries him to her car and takes him home with her. For the first time since they split, he sleeps in the same bed as her it’s only so I know if you stop breathing and to make sure you don’t choke on your own vomit. Eliza watches Harry breathe for the rest of the night, much like she watched Fallon take breaths in and out until she took her last, the only difference here is that Harry never stops breathing. Somewhere between 4am and 7am she doses off and Harry slips out of her sheets and out her back door before she’s awake. Eliza canceled their court date again, realising that perhaps Harry needed time to grieve before they started to go down this path.

harrystyles ALBUM . IS. COMPLETE, Coming to you soon, happy holidays. All the love, H xx Liked by annetwist, gemmastyles and 20,368,289 others.

Harry finished writing his album just before Christmas, it was literally the fastest album he’s ever been able to write. After all this time and experience, he knew the people he needed in his space to get the job done. A lot of the songs were sad, and Eliza knew that some songs would be about her and she fully expected some songs to be about Fallon, so when he turned up at her place to show her the demo she was surprised to find no songs about their angel daughter. Eliza, that’s sick that you’d think I’d cash in on — no why would I — I can’t believe you would think that. He was angry, didn’t see she was coming from a good place and not trying to attack him. She didn’t think it would be a bad thing if he had written songs about Fallon, she was growing concerned about his abilities to deal with the loss of their daughter... he couldn’t even say her name. He was trying to be more consciences to spend more time with Koa and Lennon. With the album complete it was only a matter of time before his management would undoubtedly have him on the road and all over the globe. Truthfully he was dreading it. He spent most afternoons putting the children to bed before bedding back to his house. He noticed things about her that were different in the Fallon aftermath. She was lonely at night, and when Koa and Lennon were out with him of an afternoon she had not so much to do. She had already organised the bookshelf, and the kitchen. Harry knew what the perfect Christmas gift would be to keep her busy.

Whilst she had redecorated the lounge and her bedroom. Fallon’s room remained untouched, the door closed and the room just the way their almost four year old had left it the day she left for the hospital and never come home. Sometimes when he would finish putting the twins to bed and when Eliza was sleeping on the couch, he would sneak into Fallon’s room and sob. Being in her room was the only time he allowed himself to feel anything.

elizadoherty Happy holidays from the Doherty-Styles household, wrangling two and half year old twins into a photo is hard work and this mama couldn’t get it done. Please enjoy a photo of our delicious cookie “nomies” that are absolutely not store bought. 😝🎅🏻🎄🤶🏻 Liked by harrystyles, annetwist and 2,637,367 others.

harrystyles ELIZA X OLIVE. Merry Christmas. Liked by elizadoherty, olivedogherty and 18,573,663 others,

Harry’s album came out the week of Christmas. With the new year there would be lots of changes coming for both him, Eliza and their two children. He would be off on tour, first to the states then, back home for a UK stint, followed by the rest of Europe, then to South America wrapping up with Australia, New Zealand and a few dates across Asia. He wouldn’t be home for more than two days in the next nine months. This bothered Eliza. Partly because she wanted him to be home so they could finalise the divorce, partly because she wouldn’t have his help with the twins and mostly because he had already lost one child, had he not noticed the importance of having quality time with his children. She had already been annoyed by the fact that he had bought a dog into her home and gifted it to her for Christmas, she didn’t have time for a dog.. she would barely have time for herself and the two kids he was leaving behind to go on tour, and he though a doh would be a good idea?

Her thoughts all come to a head in the middle of an argument on New Years Eve. We need to finalise the divorce, we both deserve to move on. He didn’t want to move on, he liked being able to come by see her, and the kids and still be able to know she was legally still his wife. You don’t care about me and the kids, you’re not even going to see them for the next nine months, don’t tell me you care. He was mad, not because she was right but because he wanted to see them but didn’t know how to ask her to join him on tour with them. I never wanted to divorce you. You’re the one who filed for divorce Eliza. It’s Eliza’s turn to be mad. Well there was no hope for our marriage, we hadn’t had sex in months, you were sleeping on the couch, what the fuck kind of marriage is that. It wasn’t a healthy argument for the tel of them to be having, especially with the twins in the next room. I was a drug addict Eliza, I was also an alcoholic, I couldn’t really walk up the stairs, that’s why I slept on the couch not because I didn’t love you. He had stormed out, the following day he had booked in with his lawyers to come back the last week of February for their court date and two days after that he was back on tour.

harrystyles USA thank you for being the perfect start to this tour, you were all so beautiful! I’ll be back soon. All the love, H xx. Liked by annetwist, gemmastyles and 27,627,855 others.

January rolled by faster than she would like to admit. Harry was back in London briefly to see the twins, Anne picked them up and took them to him as per his request. His birthday was tomorrow, Eliza offered for him to keep them for the weekend whilst he was in town, but he had other plans and declined her offer. She’s trying to give you time with your children. Anne nagged him, but her words fell on deaf ears. He had plans to drink his way through his birthday and not be able to recall any of it. He woke in the morning to a voicemail from her. Harry, happy — well i know it’s not happy really — but happy birthday. I’m sorry about the divorce papers, I was... reaaaaalllyyy dumb. Anyway, see ya. She had been drinking, she could never hold her liquor. He remembers back to a time pre marriage and pre children when she would go out and have a few too many cocktails and call him from the bar, he remembers driving to fetch her, pulling over on the side of the road because his driving would be too much for her stomach to handle. He thinks about the way he used to hold her when she was too tired to walk and then the way he’d hold her in bed as her breath would steady and she’d finally succumb to the effects of the alcohol and sleep. God he loved her.

elizadoherty HBD to my #1 (And only) bb daddy, @harrystyles, you’re a great dad, friend and I’m so glad I get to raise my babies with you. Here’s a throwback to when we were younger and when you had less wrinkles, old man. Liked by harrystyles, annetwist and 18,257,268 others. He made a mental note to return her the favour of nice words on social media when her birthday would roll around come summer. They were younger and happier in that photo. He wouldn’t wish his kids away, but he does wish he could go back to being that happy, young and carefree guy in the photo.

After his birthday, things continued to go downhill for the two of them and their co-parenting endeavour. It started when he was photographed leaving a nightclub with a random girl on his arm the night of his birthday and things escalated when a week before their court date she had been photographed with someone new. This was the first time since the two of them had started dating all those years ago that they had been photographed with someone else.

TMZ

Harry Styles ex-wife, Eliza Doherty, spotted out with new mystery beau shopping over the weekend.

It was the comments left the photo that sent Eliza into a rage. “Where are her kids?” “Spending all of Harry’s alimony I guess” that’s all the end of their marriage was to the public? Just about money? Never mind the emotional turmoil either of them had gone through, the sleepless nights the days where she wouldn’t know if he would make it home. The public didn’t understand, and never would, what it wad to be like Eliza Styles. On top of the public ridicule, Harry of course had to get his two cents worth in. I don’t want you bringing random guys around the twins. It was a harmless comment and something she would surely say to him if she didn’t have manners or any kind of belief that he would be responsible with who he introduced their children to. Focus on yourself, Harry. And less on who I’m bringing home..

TMZ

reports of Harry Styles and ex-wife, Eliza Doherty, heading into court today to finalise their divorce after almost a year snd a half. He wore a black shirt and a cross earring for the occasion.

Harry was trending on twitter and the photo and article from TMZ were attached to every tweet. Most people agreed he didn’t look himself. Everyone agreed it was inappropriate to take the photo and then post it to the masses but here it was for everyone to see. Eliza shook her head and put her phone away, soon enough she’d be in the same room as him for the first time since New Year’s Eve.

She had never been more scared to see him, hadn’t heard from him personally for the entire first leg of his tour, which even when they were having problems was odd. Perhaps he was still angry, she had moved passed the anger stage and into the sad stage pretty quickly, it had been like this throughout their entire relationship. She would get over things quickly whilst he would hold onto things for days and days at one time. Harry knew based off of her voicemail that she had been ready to move passed the argument on New Year’s Eve, and he was almost on the same page as her and then they argued about partners and children and things had again been sour since.

As soon as the time drew closer she began to feel like she couldn’t breathe. Like she might collapse at any second and never wake up again, like someone had taken all the air out of her lungs and out of this building. She used to enjoy the way her heart would skip a beat and the way her lungs would lose all the air when he entered her orbit, but now the feeling made her sick to her stomach. For the first time in a long time she couldn’t stand the thought of being in the same room as him.

Part of him didn’t want to be here. This was partially to do with the fact that last night he had drank his body weight in alcohol, was very hungover and couldn’t think straight, but it was mostly to do with the fact that he couldn’t stand to see her cry and knew there was a good chance with the way they left things off that he might be the reason for her tears.

He reeked of vodka and scotch and tequila and definitely weed, at least that’s all the things that Eliza could smell as he sat across from her. He was using again, or drinking again at the very least. It made her sad, he had worked so hard to get to a good place. Perhaps this was his way of coping, his way of dealing with Fallon dying. His way of forgetting about his problems. It wasn’t healthy, she’d make a note to talk to Gemma and Anne when she got back to the kids later in the afternoon.

He looked as if he hadn’t slept at all since the last time she saw him some five weeks ago now — which would make sense because she hadn’t slept properly in that long either. His shirt was creased and it was a mess, he looked unkempt which was a rare sight. Mismatched socks, untucked shirt, the pants he was wearing just as creased as his shirt was. His hair was longer than usual— he was letting it grow again... was this even any of her business anymore? — It probably wasn’t but she still examined him from head to toe, He’s wearing his shades inside, what an asshole she thinks. He was almost unrecognisable. He was most definitely no longer her Harry. She didn’t care make eye contact with him, and he extended the same courtesy not that he had much of s choice in the matter. Mr Styles is offering Ms Doherty 50% of all his assets, as of this time that part has not changed. Ms. Doherty would be happy to only 25%, your honour. She feels it’s adequate enough to provide for the children, she has a job and doesn’t require 50%. Mr Styles insists in the 50%, even 25% of it were to go into a fund for the children.

Her lawyer looks to her for approval, even though she really doesn’t need Harry’s money, she doesn’t want to argue with him.

Mr Styles would like joint custody of their two children, Koa Everett Styles and Lennon River Styles. Your honour, Mrs Doherty requests that the father of her children submits to drug and alcohol tests and has supervised visitations until he can get himself — uh well... clean. The judge rules in her favour, Harry has to pass three tests in a row for both drugs and alcohol before he can come anywhere near the twins. The rest esd pretty straight forward and not much different to what they had already signed on, she got the house and would receive child support on top of the 50% of the money they made from the time they first got married. Harry doesn’t see his children till two days before their third birthdays, almost three months after the court hearing. It had taken him three months but this time he swore to keep clean.

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A month after the twins’ birthday it’s Eliza who changes the agreement for supervision required to him being allowed to do visits at their house. Both the twins and Harry would be much more comfortable and if would give her more of a chance to observe him with them before she lets them stay with him overnight. He’s the one who suggests they go to therapy. He tells her it might help, and that he’s willing to try anything so long as she is too. The first session back in therapy goes well, they haven’t done one together since just after the twins were born. They mostly discuss how to co-parent better and how to communicate with each other, the therapist warns to discuss Fallon and Harry practically has a panic attack at the mention of her name. When he instantly gets up and walks out on the session it’s just you and the therapist and 20 minutes left on the timer. I don’t think he’s ready to talk about her yet. It’s a sensitive topic for him. It hasn’t quite been a year yet since she passed. He won’t even talk about her with me and that was out daughter. When Eliza gets home, Harry is on her doorstep. He’s sober, but crying and hyperventilating. She sits next to him and just hugs him not really knowing what to do. Eliza prays that her boyfriend, Andrew, doesn’t come over today. Her prayers are answered Eliza and Harry are left on their own. He cries for a long period of time before the head inside her house, Eliza is silently grateful that Anne offered to take the kids to Holmes Chapel for the week. Where did we go wrong? We should have been better and communicating. I was depressed when I couldn’t tour straight away and then you let me go and honestly this is going to sound fucking terrible but I didn’t want to come home. So many confessions spill from his lips in a short space of time. Then Eliza starts. I just wanted you to be okay, you were struggling, I know you were depressed. I keep thinking about it, I don’t remember the last time we kissed or had sex, maybe it was before the twins were even born, we should have made more time. When she stops he’s not crying anymore he’s just staring at her with his eyebrows furrowed and then he does the unimaginable he kisses her. Not just a regular peck, his hands on the back of her head and her hands are on his chest and for just a moment they’re back in 2019 and they’re newly engaged and their wold is perfect. And then he pulls away, apologises and leaves and they are back to being divorced, estranged people who happen to share two children together.

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peanutpinet · 4 years ago

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Nine Percent 3rd Year Anniversary Scenario

Yes, yes, I know, it's been 3 days since their actual 3rd year anniversary. Yes, I had a brainfart and knew that I forgot something and didn't realise until late at night (like 10pm or 11pm). But hey, better late than never, right? RIGHT?! (My inner self: funny). Anyways, I wish them all nothing but the best for both their career and personal life. May they be able to do whatever they want and not be judged or be commented anything negative. Alright", scenario time!!

Pics are from: @ninepercent._.forever on Instagram

Cai Xukun

A.N: yes, yes, finally got some more soft pics uwu, thanks Aliya, okie" scenario

I imagine that you were rushing to get this limited edition record/album from your local music shop because not only was it limited edition, but the artist also signed them personally and not the ones where they just copy 1 signature for all the copies but they actually signed them with a pen and all but no one knew about it because they just came out with it but you were lucky because you had a friend working at the music store. You immediately texted your friend, telling them to keep one for you as you were now rushing out the door in your hoodie and sweats with sandals.

Upon arriving, you were wondering where your friend was since you just wanted to pay for the album and leave. You quickly texted your friend which they mentioned that they had to run a few errands for a bit since it was exactly lunchtime when you came.

Sighing, you decided to just look around but stopped at your tracks when you saw none other than Cai Xukun, the very artist whose album you asked your friend to keep. Not wanting him to notice what a mess you look, you hid behind the shelves and peeked through, observing what he was doing. It wasn't until Kun suddenly called you out that you completely blew your cover.

"You know, I'm not that scary to approach" Kun blurted, not moving his gaze away from the albums

"I--I'm sorry, I didn't mean to st-stalk you. It's just that, I'm a fan and I'm waiting for my friend, they work here and I've asked them to keep one of your albums that you personally sign and, what am I even saying?!" you blabbed, covering your face with your hands and hoodies

"I can sign it specifically for you, if you'd like" Kun smiled, looking up to face you

"Oh my, yes, umm, thank you so very much" you blurted, bowing at him

"Relax. You don't have to bow. C'mere, we can take a picture as well :)" Kun exclaimed, nudging you to go there

and let's just say, you and Kun had a nice lil chat after your little meetup session whilst waiting for your friend to come back. You also made a lil note to thank your friend for leaving

Chen Linong

For this one, I imagine that you, Nongnong and some old school friends were going on a road trip together and stayed in an Airbnb. During the first night, you were supposedly sleeping with your friend (girl) but that night, you guys just finished watching a horror/thriller movie (which you just cuddle up in Nong's arms since you were terrified, if you actually like watching horror, just pretend that this one terrified you quite a bit). After the movie, you couldn't really sleep and it was already nearly 3 in the morning that you went out of your room and to the kitchen to grab a light snack and heard some footsteps.

Scared, you unconsciously grabbed the kitchen knife and turned around to face the person that crept up on you; which turns out to be Nongnong. He immediately held his hands up in defeat but the same time chuckling on why are you holding a kitchen knife. You shyly admitted to him that you couldn't sleep because of the movie you watched; it also didn't help that your friend sometimes talks in their sleep.

Humming, Nongnong asked if you didn't mind sleeping with him. He said that he'll definitely make sure that you'll be asleep before he sleeps and he also suggested that you guys watch some cartoon. Since you and Nongnong have known each other for years and occasionally have sleepovers (of course in different rooms), you didn't mind sleeping with him since back in high school, you had a trip and you slept on his shoulder whilst being on the bus.

Because you were also quite tired and really wanted some rest, you agreed and the both of you went to Nongnong's room. Nongnong then allowed you to sleep on whichever side of the bed as he grabbed his iPad and opened your favourite cartoon. In a matter of a few episodes, you were finally asleep and Nongnong tucked you in before patting your head and sleeping as well.

In the next morning, you woke up surprisingly well. You didn't know if it's because you were watching cartoons with Nongnong or that it was just Nongnong in general making you safe. You decided to head to the kitchen to grab something to drink but then your friends teased you to call your "boyfriend" out to have breakfast all together.

You then blushed and head back to the room, seeing Nongnong yawning as he sat on the bed, asking you if you had a good night sleep which you nodded and told him that the others are waiting for you both to have breakfast.

"Did you have a good night sleep (Y/N)?" Nongnong asked, still yawning

"Y-yea, I owe you Nong, thank you" you stuttered, looking away

"Oi, lovebirds!! Hurry up or you won't have any breakfast" your friends teased

"Let's not keep them waiting shall we sweetie?" Nongnong commented, getting up and stretching

"Wh-what?" you mumbled

"Oh, I thought you already know that I like you since I know that you like me" Nongnong mentioned

"Wh-what?! When?! Wh-when did I?! OH NO!!" you blabbed, covering your blushing face

"In your sleep, last night, right before I fell asleep. There's nothing to be shy about. I like you too (Y/N) <3, let's go eat!!" Nongnong exclaimed, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the room

Fan Chengcheng

For this one, I imagine that you and Chengcheng were friends in high school. You knew him since back in junior high and while your first impression of him wasn't all that good since you thought he'd be a spoiled brat since he came from a wealthy family and the younger brother of one of the country's famous actress. But as it turns out, he was very hardworking despite not paying that much attention in class.

A/N: let's rewind a bit how you both got close

You were stuck as his lab partner for a whole year back in junior high which at first you didn't really want to since you knew he didn't pay attention in class that much and you'd worry that in the end, you'd have to do all the job while he just gets the credit. But nope, big mistake.

As soon you were paired up, Chengcheng didn't waste time asking for your contact after school and told you that you guys should stay at the library after school on the day of your lab so you can get the job done that day as well. Now, to say you were amazed was an understatement. You were practically impressed that Chengcheng understood most of the job and even concluded the paper.

But one time, you guys had to stay at the library till late at night and Chengcheng even ordered food the minute he heard your stomach grumble (cue you being embarrassed). Afterwards, you guys just talk over things like your likes and dislikes and Chengcheng even brought you home up till your doorstep. Ever since, the both of you have been inseparable. Well, that is until Chengcheng said he had to leave to join Idol Producer.

It was rough. He wasn't able to contact you since his phone was taken from him. However, you did try your best to send actual letters to him which surprisingly, he received and even send you back some letters as well. You wouldn't admit it but you miss him and actually have a crush on him. You were going to tell him but when he actually made it into 9%, you knew you wouldn't be able to stand a chance against all the other female artists so, you texted Cheng, saying your congratulations and the same time cut off your friendship, to the point you even blocked his number. You couldn't deal with heartbreaks because it was just too much and you really wanted Chengcheng to focus on his career.

Unfortunately, the past few days were not easy for you. It was very painful, especially seeing how happy Chengcheng was in L.A. You're sad and wasn't focused on school at all. But one Saturday morning changed everything for you. You had never been so thankful to be awake so early in the morning until this day.

It's been 2 weeks since you cut your friendship and any sort of communication with Chengcheng and during those 2 weeks, your sleep schedule was a mess to the point that today, you slept at 1 and suddenly woke up at 5(ish) in the morning. You twist and turn yet you still couldn't sleep. Eventually, it was 6 in the morning and you decided to just get up and have an early morning walk to clear your mind.

You got changed and pulled on your favourite coat (which was actually one of Chengcheng's but you forgot) and head out to walk around your neighbourhood. Until you stumble upon a familiar stair walk. It was one where you and Chengcheng hung out after you finished your report and heading back home. The memory caught you off-guard that tears started to stream down your face and you tried your best to wipe them until a familiar voice startled you.

"Are you crying because of stress because finals are in a month or because you haven't seen me in so long? Because I sure as hell miss talking to you, too" a familiar voice exclaimed

"OMO, Ch-cheng?! FAN CHENGCHENG?!" you blurted, whipping your head to see Chengcheng just a few flights below you

"I miss you too (Y/N). It was tough not being able to talk to you through those 4 months and even when I was in L.A." Chengcheng mumbled, walking towards you

"I--I'm sorry Cheng. I didn't want to interfere with your life. I know that you've wanted to become an idol/artist and I know I wouldn't exactly match the people you'll be hanging out, I--" you blabbled until Chengcheng pulled you into a hug, patting your head

"I don't care. Sure, I may meet lots of new people. But no one can replace you. Plus, who am I going to take with me to night markets when I'm hungry and take pretty pictures together with? Of course, that's you!! I wouldn't switch you for anyone or anything in the world. I don't care that you blocked my number because I can always put in my numbers again. So please, don't leave me. Now, let's go have breakfast, hmm?" Chengcheng grinned, pulling away from the hug, smiling as he tucked a hair behind my ear, caressing my cheek in the process

Justin Huang

aFor this, Imma do something slightly different than previous Justin scenarios. So, I'm going to imagine that you're Justin's senior back in primary school. Justin has a vivid memory of what you did for him (which was standing up to the bullies) but you didn't remember him that well since you had a 2 (almost 3) year gap.

*Also, let's say that you were in campus (3rd year) whilst Justin had just turned 19

You were just trying to have a nice "normal" day in school since finals were just right around the corner. Everything was going so well and finals were not bad at all. It was the studying process that was annoying to you because your dorm were filled with either parties or gossips all in the halls whilst the library of your campus was always hogged by random people (like hello? are you here to study or to live here?). Anyways, lucky for you, a small studying cafe just opened near your dorm and so you decided to just stay there and study.

The past few days were nice. The cafe was calm and everyone was either actually studying or chatting (but they weren't loud and unreasonable like those in campus). Until one time, there was this boy, looked like he's in his teens and forgot his wallet to pay since it seemed that his phone ran out of battery. Because the drink was already being made, he couldn't exactly cancel or anything. Sighing, you got up and decided to pay for the boy who turned to bow at you, thanking you. Until the boy looked up and immediately recognised you.

"Eh?! JIEJIE?! It's me!! Just....uhhh, how bout we sit down and talk" Justin softly exclaimed, grabbing you and went to sit back at your table

After a bit of talking, you were taken aback that the boy/junior you helped back then was now this handsome tall young man. The both of you talked quite a lot since it has been years since you last saw each other. The two of you exchanged contacts and Justin proposed that you'd meet up again since he was in town for a few weeks.

But that plan somewhat backfired since Justin couldn't wait to see you again so he just straight up went to meet you since you told him where you lived. Instead of being a "brat" like most kids his aged, he was very polite with your parents, telling them that whilst he was younger, he'll protect you and bring you back before 10pm.

It was nice to catch up with Justin. You realised how mature he is for his age and even had to miss out on normal teen stuff like going out with friends, struggling with assignments and finals together. But Justin said that while he does feel sad for missing out on lots of things, he said that he loves what he does and he learnt so much.

Everything was going well with the both of you until Justin's sasaengs finds out about you. Some made fake accounts, threatening you to stay away from Justin. You know better than to deal with those immatures so you just blocked them from your social media and went on with your life.

But damn the universe is testing you because some of the sasaengs actually go to the same campus as you do. The first few meetings with them were still manageable. But they aren't called sasaengs for nothing. Because it slowly escalated and things got more physical to the point you started to distance yourself from Justin.

But Justin noticed your change in behaviour. He was so fed up one day that he went all the way to your campus to figure out what has made you like this. He didn't care about the amount of ppl suddenly paying attention to him because all he cared about was finding you; which he found you exactly when the sasaengs attacked.

Immediately, he didn't waste any time and called mama Ting, telling him about the sasaengs and have him report them to the police or something. Justin then immediately called out the sasaengs, threatening them and telling everyone who was watching to never bully anyone ever again; regardless of the reasoning.

Justin then took you out of your campus and to the cafe where you guys first reconnect again. He apologised for getting you involved in this mess but the same time that he doesn't want to be separated from you; adding that he'll always be there like you did when you were young.

"Jie, why didn't you tell me? I know you're strong enough to take care of yourself. Heck!! You helped me back in primary school!! I grew up, getting stronger so one day when we meet again, you wouldn't think of me as a whimp" Justin exclaimed

"I never thought of you as a whimp, Justin. But sometimes, you just need an extra hand" you replied

"Look who's talking? But I'm serious jie. Please tell me whenever this happens. I'll show no mercy!!" Justin boasted

"Ya!! Just because you're famous and all, you shouldn't be like, especially towards women" you complained

"Hehehe, it's not that. It's just that ppl should get what they deserve. Anyways, I'm hungry, let's eat!! My treat!!" Justin exclaimed

Lin Yanjun

Help, I miss Yanjun so much :(( but for reals though, I don't want to pressure him or complain much because honestly, I can somewhat understand him since I'm an introvert too. Alright, I don't want to give off this negative energy so let's jump into the scenario :)

Alright, for this I'll imagine that you're visiting Yanjun who's in Taiwan because he was taking some rest. Honestly, you were quite nervous since you had never been to Taiwan and met Yanjun from work (this is a story for another time). One of the main reasons why you were nervous is because you were going to meet his parents and even spend your time living with him and his family when you don't really know their culture that well.

But honestly, there was nothing to worry about since Yanjun's parents heard nothing but good things from both Yanjun and even Zhangjing (since you were quite close with Zhangjing). When you arrived, you tried your best to be polite even though you were very awkward and stuttered a lot. But when Yanjun's sister came, she helped make you feel at home and ease despite being slightly younger than you.

Within hours, you and Yanjun's sister became close and she even shared some embarrassing moments of Yanjun to you (which Yanjun found out and deal with his siter later on). And within days, Yanjun's parents showed no signs of disliking you at all. Instead, you and his mom actually went to the market a few times together and even cooked together.

Time skip to a few days before you have to go back to your country

Yanjun's parents thought that it was a good idea for both you and Yanjun to go out, just the both of you since you had been spending so much time with his family and rarely went out with just Yanjun for a whole day. So, they set things up and made sure that it would just be the two of you; they even went as far as letting Yanjun use the car.

Yanjun already knew where he would take you; the ocean (one of his favourite places to be). When you arrived, you wasted no time and getting out of the car, taking off your shoes and running on the sand, barefeet; which of course, Yanjun chuckled whilst taking pictures of you.

The two of you left your shoes by the rocks so they wouldn't get taken by the ocean and walked hand in hand along the shoreline. Stopping right where the sun was setting and just lean on each other, enjoying the moment, until you noticed your shoes were getting taken by the ocean. You immediately rushed to get your shoes; forgetting that you couldn't really swim that well.

Eventually, Yanjun caught up with you and held you back, reminding you that you couldn't quite swim. Chuckling, he took off his jacket and handed it to you before going towards the ocean to get your shoes.

"Jun...be careful!!" you exclaimed

"I'll be fine (Y/N). You should be careful. I wouldn't want you to get wet and sick later on" Yanjun reminded you

"Hmm. OH!! You got it!! Thank you so much!!" you giggled, jumping a bit

"Hey, hey, be careful!!" Yanjun reminded as you jumped to hug him

"You know, you're similar to the ocean. You're as cool, calm and collective when you need to but the same time you're there whenever people needs you just like how humans need water. You also help people calm down when they feel frustrated. You make me feel safe. You make me relax when I feel nervous" you blurted, hugging Yanjun tightly as you inhaled his scent

"(Y/N)..." Yanjun muttered

"Which makes me confused why would you choose a child-like, hard-headed, weirdo..." you mumbled, but Yanjun shut you up by pecking your lips

"Because, isn't that how magnet works? Opposites attract each other. Though I'd say that we are quite similar in the hard-headed side but at least we're willing to tone that down. But for reals, while I make you calm, you make me excited. You burst me up. You're like a happy pill and I'm addicted to you. Now, let's head back, mom and dad made hotpot for dinner. C'mon, I'll carry you whilst you just hold onto our shoes" Yanjun chuckled as you went on his back, leaning on him whilst talking about where you guys should have a date next

Zhu Zhengting

For mama Ting, I imagine that you have this upcoming show which was your first live stage show. And while you were just a backup dancer, you were still one of the best dancers in Yuehua despite only being hired for a couple of months.

You were so excited and can't wait since you've been practicing very hard the past few days, along with helping Zhengting since he asked you to be his dancing partner for his new mv that's coming out in a month. Speaking of Zhengting, it was him that actually recommended you to Yuehua and him that got you hired in the first place.

Anywho, it was finally showtime and you had just finished getting ready with the rest of the backup dancers. And ofc, you, along with the other backup dancers helped kill the show that the crowd was cheering loudly.

After the show was over, you all took pictures with the artist and a few individual pictures before the stage manager called it a wrap. You then went to go get changed when Zhengting texted you, asking to meet up in the dance practice room you guys normally used.

You told him that you just finished changing and will be there in 10 minutes. Upon arriving, you looked around to find Zhengting and was shocked when he softly called you out whilst holding a boquet of flowers.

"Ting? What's all this? Are you gonna meet up with someone?" you questioned, tilting your head slightly "This is for you!! Congratulations on your first live stage performance!!" Zhengting mentioned, handing you the flowers

"Ahhh, isn't this a bit too much? I was just a backup dancer anyways..." you muttered, looking down at the flowers, avoiding Zhengting's gaze

"Well, you won't be for long. I want you to dance with me, live. Roughly a month or two after the mv comes out. If you don't mind that is" Zhengting asked, scratching his head

"Wh, what? Are you serious?! Like legit? Not joking?! Cause if you're serious then ofc I would love to!!" you exclaimed

"Re-really?! Oh I feel so relieved. I was afraid you'd reject me. I mean my offer. I uhhhh...." Zhengting stuttered

"Relax. I'd never reject your offer. Or even you, Ting. You helped me get this far. Plus, I think I'd be the one to worry if you'd reject me..." you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers

"What?! No, why would I ever reject you, (Y/N). You're pretty, smart, talented, kind. You're an amazing person. If you don't believe me then let's go have dinner, I know you must be starving, c'mon, my treat!!" Zhengting mentioned, grabbing you and dashing off to eat hotpot

Wang Ziyi

For Ziyi, I imagine that you guys were spending the day to the amusement park that was near the beach as well. So, the plan was for you both to go to the amusement park as soon as it opens and ride as much rides as possible before 4pm then head to the beach and jusy chill till dinner time.

You were so excited since it's been so long since you went to an amusement park and beach. Now, the reasoning why you chose this specific amusement park wasn't just because it was right beside the beach. But also where you and Ziyi got to actually know each other.

Let's rewind a bit shall we

So, you guys were high school friends and one time your squad wanted to go to the amusement park so ofc, you joined in. But what you didn't know was that Ziyi (the school's best basketball player) and his squad were also joining (mainly because 2 of his friends and 2 of yours were dating).

Anyways, the whole day wasn't that bad until sometime before you all decided to leave for the beach, your friends sorta ditched you; even when you tried to text/call them. Now, you were left right by the food stands, sitting on one of the benches whilst waiting for any news you get from your friends.

But it wasn't just you that was "ditched" by your friends. Because not long after, Ziyi came and sat beside you, asking if you were also "ditched" by your friends to which you chuckled, telling him that they must've went on other rides. But you were actually grateful that they did. Because now, you were Ziyi's close friend.

To present time

After riding on several rides, you guys went to have lunch at the nearby food court before going back and playing the rides up until it was almost sundown.

Realising what time it was, you asked Ziyi if there were anymore rides he wanted to go on which he shook his head and instead, asked you if you wanted to go on anymore rides. To which you also shook your head. Ziyi then asked if you wanted to go to the beach which u instantly nodded.

But as you guys were walking, you saw a small food stand, selling one of your favourite snacks to the point you instantly rushed over to the food stall and grab some food, nudging Ziyi to hurry and come choose what he wants.

"Ziyi!! Hurry up!! Choose which one you want!!" you called out

"I'm coming (Y/N), don't buy too much things. We need room for dinner" Ziyi chuckled, rushing to your side

"I will always have room for dinner!! Food is life!!" you exclaimed, as you choose your snacks while Ziyi looked at you and chuckled

Xiao Gui

For Xiaogui, let's say that you guys have been friends since young and he would always be there for you since he's always so hyper while you were so shy in making friends.

Throughout your school life till high school, Xiao gui has always been there to help you make new friends and study (ocassionally). Not to mention, you were the one to come up with his nickname, Xiao Gui. But unfortunately he had to leave to join idol producer. But that never stopped you guys from sending each other letters/text (when he got his phone).

Time skip to your university graduation

While Xiao gui was busy with his idol life since he debutted in 9%, you were busy with school and now, after so long, you were finishing your degree.

After the ceremony and getting your actual degree, you and your friends were heading to take pictures. But as you were taking pictures, your friends told you to stay there for a bit whilst they go grab a quick drink.

But as your friends left, you saw a familiar figure, holding a boquet of flowers, heading your way. As they got closer, you realised that it was actually Xiao Gui.

"G-gui? Is that you? What are you doing here? Don't you have an event or something to attend?" you asked in shock

"Of course I do. It's your graduation. You didn't think I'd miss this out now did you? Look at you, dressed up like this. Last time I saw you all dressed up was...." Xiao gui commented

"The day you debutted with the other 8 as 9%" you replied, giggling at the memory

"Yea. You were with me since the beginning even until I debut and now. I'm sorry I couldn't have come sooner but here, happy graduation (Y/N)" Xiao Gui muttered, handing you the flowers

"Th-thank you, Gui. How bout we catch up over dinner?" you mumbled

"Of course, then we can go get dessert at your favourite place!!" Xiao Gui exclaimed, holding your hand as he slowly pulled you with him

"I miss you so much, Linkai" you admitted

"I miss you too (Y/N)" Xiaogui replied, a big grin formed on his face

You Zhangjing

Tbh Zhangjing's one is quite hard but I tried my best :"

Alright, for Zhangjing, I imagine that he asked you to join him to shoot for his new mv which of course you quickly agreed, not thinking twice on where, when and what is it.

You can say that it was somewhat of a mistake since the mv is a more romantic one than his previous mv(s). Not only that, on the day of the actual shoot, you were stunned on how good Zhangjing looked since he mostly wore a baggy T-shirt with sweatpants.

But this time, he dressed up so good that your mind can't comprehend. Even when it was time to shoot, your mind wondered off elsewhere until Zhangjing actually called out to you.

Thankfully, throughout the entire shoot, there were minimal errors and you didn't have to reshoot so much. And it was the final shot where both you and Zhangjing were hand in hand walking together.

Right as the camera was rolling, you were a bit distracted by the scenery of the place you were shooting that Zhangjing had to call you several times which makes you shock but Zhangjing just chuckled and extended his hand out to you which you shyly took, and as Zhangjing faced the other side, you couldn't help but blush to see this amazing view.

"(Y/N)?" Zhangjing called out

"Hmmm??? Oh sorry, the scenery was so pretty that I couldn't help but get distracted" you admitted

"It's alright, c'mon, let's just enjoy the view then" Zhangjing mentioned, extending his hand

"Hmmm. It's nice, we should go out more often" you mumbled, taking Zhangjing's hand then facing off to the scenery together

Once again, happy late 3rd year anniversary Ninepercent!! I wish you nothing but the best and may you always be happy 💕💕

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doienseatee · 4 years ago

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One with the Star

GIF IS MINE

Pairing: Doyoung x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, College

Note: I haven’t proofread this (as always) but here it is! I’m so sorry it took me so long to finish this one. I wanted it to be perfect (at least for me sksksks) next chapter will be in Doyoung’s POV so stay tuned for it i guess? I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Here’s a list of the songs that I listened to while writing this (they’re not exactly relevant to the plot but they made me feel good and set my mood to write hehe)

I LOVE YOU (TREASURE) I LIKE U (NIKI) ILYSB STRIPPED (LANY) STILL INTO U (PARAMORE) YOU BELONG WITH ME (TAYLOR SWIFT) LOVE STORY (TAYLOR SWIFT) STYLE (TAYLOR SWIFT) SOMEBODY TO YOU (THE VAMPS FT. DEMI LOVATO) BLACK MAGIC (LITTLE MIX)

Your likes and (especially) comments are highly appreciated :> Thank you so much if you’re still here and I hope I won’t disappoint you. I can’t wait to write this story in Doyoung’s POV and I hope you are too :> Thank you so much and enjoy!

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: You developed a crush on the school band’s vocalist and somehow got close with him when you friend, Jungwoo, joined them. You’re too shy to make a move and so you are more than happy to be friends with a star like him.

CHAPTER 3

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A lot of things were going through your head when you read Doyoung’s text message.

“Did he really say “date”??”

“Why is he inviting me again?”

“Is he interested in me or he’s just naturally friendly?

“Did he mean “date” in a romantic way?”

“Is it really Doyoung who texted me??”

are just a few questions that you can’t seem to find the answers. You didn’t know how to react and most certainly, you didn’t know what to reply back. You didn’t want your response to come off like you’re excited and gushing over his invitation. You also didn’t want to seem like you’re being forced because certainly you’re not. You didn’t know what to do and the fact that your 2 hour class is already halfway through and you still haven’t responded to his message isn’t helping at all.

“Sure!” too boring

“I would love to” too obvious that you’re excited

“I’ll check my schedule” sounds like you don’t have intentions to go

You’re not even listening to your professor anymore at this rate and Doyoung is all that you could ever think about. You’re afraid of your reaction coming off as “overreacting” so you’re thoroughly thinking about it (yup, for more than an hour) because it really doesn’t make any sense to you.

You were going through so many thoughts but your ears rang when you heard your professor say “due in 2 weeks” for a project you are totally not aware of so you forced yourself to forget about his message and direct your attention to the man’s lecture in front of you.

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It was about 5PM when your professor in your last subject of the day finally dismissed you and you were on your way to meet Jungwoo in the cafe near the university since he basically bailed on you in the morning because he slept too much.

He was already sitting in your usual spot when you arrived and you saw two cups of frappe on the table. It was supposedly his “peace offering” to you for missing the practice and leaving you alone especially he was the one that was supposed to be there since it was his first day of practice.

“I’m sorry for not showing up but you should thank me for giving you a chance to have a date with your crush”

and you almost spat your drink when you heard him say those words because you never told him that you are crushing on Doyoung

“What? Do you expect me not to notice when you’re all heart eyes when you see him?”

Your shoulders fell when you realized that you weren’t lowkey at all and that Jungwoo was actually aware all this time. You felt like you were betrayed by him for not telling you that he knows but you were mostly sulking about the fact that you weren’t discreet and Doyoung could’ve found out already.

“Seriously though! I’ve been with you for the past 3 months so I know that you have the hots for the man and I confirmed it on the audition day. You were stiff as a rock when you saw him and tried to play it cool. So not you!”

And as much as you wanted to defend yourself, you had nothing else to say because it was all true.

“OH RIGHT I DIDN’T TEXT HIM BACK YET!” you suddenly remembered about his message since you were occupied by your classes.

“What?” was all that Jungwoo could say with his confused face. So of course you explained everything from the time that you ate after the cancelled practice to the exchange of numbers and to his text message asking you to have a “snack date again” tomorrow.

“DAMN!! HE LIKES YOU TOO!!!” he exclaimed while grinning from ear to ear and you hit him jokingly because his words were absurd

“No way!! He probably just meant it as a friendly date or what” you tried to deny it but you actually had some hope at the back of your head but of course you didn’t want to assume.

“I bet my entire semester allowance that he’ll ask you out to date him after your little snack date tomorrow” he looks so confident and you just wanted to smack him for that

As much as you still wanted to argue with him, you needed to answer Doyoung’s message as soon as possible. He might think you’re ignoring him or what so you ask Jungwoo what to reply in his point of view of a guy and not as your friend

“I’m down for it!” will definitely make me happy and probably Doyoung too” was his advice but you asked him if it’s okay and doesn’t make your feeling too obvious

“Just go for it!! I swear, he’s interested in you and your reply will give him hope!” so you just shrugged and started to type your reply.

As you were about to send your reply, you hesitated and put your phone down but Jungwoo snatched it away and he sent it instead and so you hit him again for the second time of the day

“Trust me on this one please, you can unfriend me if things will go wrong” and you did trust his words and let a little hope ignite in you.

You went on and asked him how he found out about your little crush on his now bandmate and it consists of “your interest when i introduced you to them on the acquaintance party”, “i caught you stalking his instagram profile”, “i saw your eyes form a heart shape when you saw him passing by in the school cafe”

You were thinking of what excuse to say although there was no escape when the both of you were interrupted when your phone rang indicating a text message was sent to you.

“It’s probably Doyoung! Check it!!!” Jungwoo was so excited (and you) and you tried to check your phone screen only to see that he did replied to you

“See! He instantly replied!! He’s interested in you!!!” you tried to dodge him and his assumptions and composed yourself to reply to whatever Doyoung sent but again, Jungwoo snatched your phone so he can “read it for you”

“Great! I thought you’ll reject my invitation, I was kinda waiting for your reply”

“See! I told you!! He likes you too!!” he reacted and you just snatched your phone away from him to confirm if what he read was true and indeed it was real.

“WTF” was all you could say

“Reply to him ASAP!!!” your friend was urging you to do so but again you didn’t know what to say, it’s not as if you could say “I didn’t know how to reply so sorry lol” or “I was overwhelmed so I didn’t know what to reply”

“Just tell him you’re busy and didn’t see his message until your last class, that’s enough to put him under the impression that you were just busy and not trying to ignore him or whatever” Jungwoo did make sense so you tried typing

And so your conversation went like:

“Oh no! I was just busy with my class so I didn’t notice your text message :)”

“I was worried that you didn’t want to be with me that’s why”

“I enjoyed your company a while ago! I won’t say no to you”

“That’s a relief! Would you mind if I take you out on a lunch date tomorrow instead of a snack date?”

“I’m up for anything. My class starts at 2PM tomorrow so it’s all good”

“Should I pick you up or something?”

you were shocked with his offer but you actually liked it but you didn’t want to admit it since you might be a nuisance to him if you’ll agree.

at this point, Jungwoo’s trying to peek at your conversation since you’ve been texting non-stop for the last 10 minutes and completely ignored his presence but you didn’t mind him and continued to speak to Doyoung

“It’s fine! I don’t want to disturb you. Let’s just meet up somewhere?”

“I insist and besides, I don’t have any classes tomorrow so I’m free all day.”

“Are you sure? I can just take the bus or something”

“I’m 200% sure. So can I have your address? :)”

“DAMN”

“Why? What happened?” Jungwoo immediately asked you when he hear your voice

“He’s picking me up on our house tomorrow”

“What did I tell you!! He likes you!!!!!” he was so adamant and you calmed him down to avoid getting attention from the people in the cafe

“I won’t agree until he directly tells me okay? I’ll just assume this is a friendly date” but you know deep inside that you were hoping

30 minutes later, you both separated and went to your respective homes. Jungwoo didn’t say his usual goodbyes and instead wished you luck with your “future lovelife” and wished to see you holding hands with Doyoung the next time you’ll meet.

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You are not a morning person and so being up at 8 AM is an achievement but your excitement didn’t really let you sleep that much and the 3 hours of sleep felt just like a blink to you. A lot of things were going through your head as to how your day will go by with Doyoung.

You actually talked to him until 10PM the night before and just pretty much talked about yourselves and it was like a continuation of your conversation when you were eating.

He radiates comfortability and he feels like home with the short span of time that you talked to him and now you weren’t feeling awkward and you felt comfortable with the thought of being with him.

Although the thought of him liking you does still bother you and is making you nervous but you tried to convince yourself that whatever happens, you’ll still consider him as your friend and that’s more than enough.

He’ll pick you up at 11AM yet you were up at 8 to start preparing and look decent enough. You know your fashion and makeup so it shouldn’t be a problem but it still did.

You tried to scrub every part of your body to look and feel good. You didn’t notice that you spent almost an hour in the shower doing all of the excess rituals than your usual half an hour and short routine when taking a bath.

Nothing in your closet seems perfect enough to your liking. It was as if half of your wardrobe was gone but in reality, they’re just the same and you just can’t pick an outfit.

After a good 30 minutes of debating with your closet, you settled with a white surplice top and blue culotte pants paired with a white doll shoes and you were now left with the makeup look.

It was either a natural look or an almost full glam look but you went with a natural look. You put on Powder, Mascara, Blush and a coral toned Lipstick to finish your makeup and unknowingly, the simplicity brought out your confidence and you thought that you were now ready to meet Doyoung.

You were still finishing your overall look around 10:30 AM when he called you to say that he is now on the way to your house to pick you up so you hurried and backpack filled with the things that you need for your class after your lunch “date” with Doyoung.

Although it’s true that you are now comfortable with him, the lunch date with him is still different and you suddenly became nervous but you tried to keep it cool while you were waiting in your living room. Your mom did ask you where you are going but all you said was “to school” so she won’t ask you further questions if you’ll say “a date”. Knowing your mom, she’s talkative so your conversation won’t end and you promise to tell her everything after. You were too occupied thinking of Doyoung to chit chat with her.

The screen of your phone lit up with Doyoung’s “I’m here” text message so you said goodbye to your mom and went out to greet Doyoung in his black BMW car.

The window in the passenger’s seat was open and he was waving from the inside. He was wearing a black polo shirt with a pair of white jeans and black sneakers. You were about to drown in your thoughts of how good he looked but he started to talk and ask how was your sleep so all the time that you were traveling to whatever restaurant he’s bringing you, you just talked to him like how you texted.

After a good 15 minute drive, he declared that you were now in your destination and you prepared to go out of the car but he told you to stay put and he rushed to open the car for you. You just mumbled a small “thank you” for his gesture even though it’s melting you on the inside.

The restaurant wasn’t that far from your university since he didn’t want you to be late for your class and you mentally screamed at how thoughtful he was. It wasn’t a fine dining restaurant but not something that students are usually going to hang out at. It has a chill ambiance and you loved it.

“Do you like the place? I’m sorry I still don’t have any idea of what you like so I brought you to one of my family’s favorite.” Doyoung had an apologetic look while he said those words to you but you assured him that it was fine and you liked it.

“You can choose the restaurant next time” he offered but you were shocked with the “next time”

so you asked him

“Only if you want to because for me I would love to take you out on a date again after this” and how could you say no to him when he was smiling like an adorable bunny

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The food, the place and the person you’re with were all great and you had a good time so you were really happy and you thanked Doyoung as you were both walking to the parking lot.

“I should be the one thanking you for accepting my invitation. I thought you’d say no to be honest”

“Why would you think that I won’t say yes?” you asked him as he was about to start the engine of the car

“You’re too beautiful for me, I didn’t think I had a chance. Plus I really thought Jungwoo was your boyfriend”

“What do you mean beautiful? I’m not” you tried to laugh your confusion because between the both of you, he was the one that’s unreachable so it was crazy to hear those words from him

“I’m not kidding! I like you!” he stopped trying to start the car and looked at your eyes with conviction

“what?” you were a mess and you were trying to understand everything that’s going on although you kind of prepared yourself for this but you were expecting the worst case scenario so you’re still confused as hell.

“I like you, a lot! And I actually invited you today to ask if you’d like to go out with me but I got too shy when we were eating.” he looked away after his confession and you also didn’t know what to do

your face displayed nothing but shock and confusion with his confession and you just can’t believe your crush actually likes you so all you can say is “what?” and he just grabbed your hands and interlocked them with his while saying

“I like you so much and I’ll do everything for you to be my girlfriend”

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THANK YOU!

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