#i just can't meet with her tomorrow (or any of this weekend) since i'll be too busy getting murdered

[blue-hi]

my interviewee is a few minutes late to our meeting. i'm either terminally punctual or i told her the wrong date

[ch3rryflav0ur]

Songs that I like as Enhypen's fics: H.S.K.T

-> pairing : horny!jungwon x fem!reader

-> warnings : dirty talk, swearing, praising, blowjob, handjob

-> +18 only

-> Masterlist

How much do you think of me? Hm, honestly

Wish I could open your heart

Just tell me in words

There's no need to look around

Don't pay attention to other women, look at me

Twenty years of being a virgin doesn't affect Jungwon at all, I mean, he had done a lot of things like kissing, touching and stuff but the real deal is that he never enjoyed that much like he was always hungry for something he can't even understand...also because he never had the chance and don't rush himself.

At some point of his life he though he was asexual or somethin but that though change when one night he beat his meat thinking about other woman while he was watching porn.

He likes sweet scents like coconut or vanilla.

This weekend has been amazing since exam season are finally over, he finished all his exams with A+ and compliments from all the teachers, like always.

"Good job Jungwon, your parents must be proud of you" his teacher said to the young boy and he only smile politely to Mr Jeon.

He likes dumb shirts with stupid phrases like "I love milfs"

He is always been a top student, always stayed extra hours studying in the library or coffee shop alone to keep his mind quiet, he hated internal silence. But don't misunderstand him, he loves parties, love-hate hook up culture, loves to smoke weed sometimes in the living room of his friends while they drink cheap beer and play call of dutty until sunrise, playing basketball, helping his grandmother on the weekends taking care of her small tomato garden. He knows what a good balance is.

He likes long skirts and the tanning of the bikini strap since today.

That's what he though the first time he saw you in the kitchen of his grandma, you were on your back trying to get something you couldn't reach, Jungwon walked up behind her and noticed how the girl's body tensed when she felt someone behind her. She smells sweet, he though.

"You should ask for help if you can't do it alone," Jungwon said, reaching for the package of ramen she was trying to pick up.

"I see you've already met" said the older woman carrying a bag of fruits, which Jungwon quickly helped her with.

"Grandma, I told you not to carry any weight," said her grandson, scolding her.

"Jungwon, this is Y/n, our neighbor" her grandmother said smiling at the girl with curly hair and glasses.

"Hi, your grandmother always talks about you, I'm Y/n, one of the next door neighbor" said the young woman while looking at Jungwon.

"I'm Jungwon, nice to meet you" he said calm, of course he knows her, he's been moaning her name these days. "Thanks for always help my grandma"

He likes the girl next door.

Love, a usual selfishness

I'll raise the level between us

Have you seen a woman like this before?

I got what you need

After the little Talk, Y/n left some cherries on the kitchen as thanks for the kimchi that Jungwon's grandmother had previously treated the girl. Apparently all this time her grandmother and Y/n have been exchanging food because she had never tried korean food and since his grandmother was enjoying her free time she had before returning to Korea for a few weeks of vacation.

"woonie, tomorrow when I leave before you go to class, give Y/n this bag " her grandma said to Jungwon "And always be kind"

"I know grandma" Jungwon said to the old woman "I Will miss you" Jungwon hug and kiss her warm cheek "call me if anything happen, I'll go out for a while"

"Don't buy cigarettes or I won't leave you anything in my will Yang Jungwon"

"don't said that!" Jungwon scold her again.

Indeed, he went for cigarettes and mint gum.

Three days passed until Jungwon's grandmother reminded him if he had already delivered theq package to Y/n. Jungwon lied to her and said yes, quickly pulling up his pants after having been masturbating for almost an hour, it's been an hour and he still horny, a virgin loser.

Jungwon took a shower, he put on some gray sweatpants and a plain white shirt , perfume and before leaving the house he heard the ring bell only to find y/n in front of the door, cute make up, two lower ponytails, smelling like coconut, holding a cloth bag and her tits almost exposed with the dress she was wearing, Jungwon almost closed the door on her face involuntarily but stayed still, his gaze on her breast.

"Do you like my watermelons?"

"what?!"

"I said, do you want some watermelon?" Y/n ask as she shows up a glass tuper with fresh cutting watermelon and Jungwon sighed calmly, trying not to sound paranoid.

Y/n entered the house and left the fruit in the refrigerator while Jungwon looked for the package that his grandma had prepared for her.

"My grandma told me to give you this" Jungwon said trying not lo look at her chest. He didn't know what was inside of that box but when she opened he recognized four bottles of plum wine, he smile, It was handmade.

"What is this?" Y/n ask with a confused look to Jungwon, getting closer to him "What is written here? Is this korean right?

"It means Plum wine" he replied as he feels her boob on his arm.

"Drink with me, wait...You're over 18 right?" she asked opening a bottle looking at him.

"i'm 20" he said

"Aww you're a baby"

"how old are you?"

"I'm 23" both of them laugh at each other , jungwon make fun of her with the phrase "aww you're baby" in an ironic tone and then start drinking in the livin room, the wether was hot, the fan was on, bag of chips open on top of the table while she laughts at Jungwon's stories, touching his arm occasionally ,she was very touchy, he though.

Y/n saw a photo album under the little table and she began to take a look, seeing various people in that album, many places, traditional costumes, too many pictures and so much cultural differences for her was intriguing, little baby Jungwon looked so cute and everytime he shows her a photo with his parents, his eyes are pure nostalgic. She loves how Jungwon explains everything to her with many details.

I bet you can't forget my voice and my charms

Your hands, I held onto that moment

Baby, you make me, your hands stroking down from my neck to my back.

And those drowsy eyes.

Don't you want me? 

I've got you a present, take it if you care

After two bottles of plum wine it's not Jungwon's fault you fell sleep on the coach looking so helpless in his lap, her head was on a pillow under his lap and he had the perfect view of your breast and lips, his breathing became heavy, you still aware tho.

"do you think i'm pretty?" she ask with her eyes closed making jungwon gasp.

"yes" he replied right away and she chuckle.

"have you ever had a girlfriend Jungwon?" Y/n ask tipsy again

"No" he replied "I mean I did a lot of things it's not tha-

"it's okay" she open her eyes and stared at him with an innocent look, big black doe eyes with long eyelashes "You don't have to explain anything"

It's not that Jungwon wanting you to suck his cock and stuff you up with his kids but actually that is what he needs right now.

"close your eyes" she said as she get up covering Jungwon's eyes, He was about to complain until he finds himself covering his own eyes with red cheeks . "Don't open them yet". The boy was nervous, his hands felt sweaty and he couldn't figure out what she was doing, he can only feel that sweet aroma getting stronger...like if she is gettting closer, his pulse began to increase when he felt a hand on his shoulder and something cold on his lips. Jungwon removed his hands from his eyes and he see how Y/n was holding a fork with a piece of watermelon to jungwon's lips.

"Fuck it" Jungwon takes her arm to bring her closer, the fork fell on the floor, they both look at each other and Jungwon approaches to kiss her unprepared , feeling her gloosy lips and how his body trembles, it was a messy sloppy kiss. "stop playing with me please"

Y/n was surprised how she suddenly felt his strong arms, she was cornered on the small sofa, his shy gaze on her, he was so cute like that "let's go to your room" she whisper and he nooded quickly as he stand up, the nerves were eating him up inside, he heard the footsteps behind him, Jungwon's room was on the second floor, once he arrived at the room, Y/n looked around and see a lot of posters of anime, movies and pop rock bands "do you like the driver era?" She ask

"yeah..."

"I love them!" she said as she sits in his bed "I always forget....

"...When do flowers bloom" Jungwon finish the lyrics of the song feeling less nervous.

Y/n patted the side for Jungwon to sit with her, he obeyed her "you look nervous." She said slowly while pressing his chest with one hand to lay him down on the bed, he let himself fall gently then she climbed carefully on top of him sitting on his prominent erection, feeling him hard rock underneath her panties, she gasp "you're hard already?"

She leaned closer to his body, bringing their lips together again, her tongue caressing his with slow and sensual movements as she feel how Jungwon caressed her cheek firmly, as if she was going to leave at any moment, she move her hip grinding on him wanting to feel him more, getting wetter just from the friction between her panties and her pants.

"Don't move-e" Jungwon panted as both of his hands grap her ass embarrassed

"why not?" She ask innocently

"stop teasing" at this point Jungwon is trying not to cum so fast to not look like a pathetic teenager.

"what do you want me to do?" She asked playing with the silver pendant that hung from his neck, it was rectangular and had a sun, behind it were two initials, YJ

"suck my cock" he whisper as his cheeks become red

She left the pendant, placed herself on her knees between his thighs while Jungwon made himself more comfortable on the bed, her delicate hands slid up his thighs, reaching the elastic fabric of his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear and her eyes opened without saying a word. Jungwon watched as she bit her lower lip.

It was long and veiny with a pink tip. She took off her glasses putting them on his bedside table as the boy only pray for his own sanity.

Without saying nothing she start strokin his cock slowly making Jungwon moan at the sudden touch, her tiny hands tried to grap the entire length of her length as she started licking his mushroom tip for a couple of seconds, eyes on him never looking away and in one go she put it all in her mouth, nose and lips colliding with his pelvis making the boy whine louder " fuck fuck just like that y/n" the girl was used to it and kept moving her head up and down as she felt Jungwon whimper her name constantly, almost panting.

Jungwon's hands held the two small pigtails and without thinking he abused her small throat with his swollen cock, in and out constantly causing grotesque sounds, leaving her breathless feeling the precum, his tip touching the end of her throat making her gagging, he tried to move her away but Y/n didn't let him, making him understand that It was okay if he cum inside her mouth, in any case, he didn't have much time to think about it clearly because the sensation was too overwhelming, making him release his seed in less than a second in her warm mouth, she cough and he opened his eyes finding himself cumming in her throat and her face with rosy cheeks, makeup smudged, catching her breath and wiping the remaining semen on her face with her fingers only to lick them in front of him.

He gulp.

She stood up, adjusting her dress, took her panties off so smooth and put them in one of his drawers "try not to cum too much when you think of me" she put her glasses again, fixing her hair a little and leave him in his room half naked, confused and most importantly, horny again.

"i'm fucked up" He said as he fell onto the bed

[melanieph321]

Idea!

Getting in a big fight with Ruben becos he just assumes you will go to his away game (maybe with Portugal?) but you never said that and you told your friend you would go to her birthday dinner that same weekend back in Manchester

Love this! 🤭

Ruben Dias x Reader - Hate It When We Fight

Enjoy!

Ruben had a bad habit of assuming that you didn't have plans for the day. It didn't matter if you had a packed schedule or a long list of tasks to complete, Ruben always seemed to think that you had nothing better to do than spend time with him. Today was no different.

"Why haven't you packed your bags yet?" He asked.

"Pack my bags?" You sat comfortably on the sofa, watching TV. "Why would I do that?"

Ruben had appeared before you dressed in a full traveling kit. You had known about his away game with the Portugal's national team, but not about Ruben plan's to bring you with him.

"You're coming, aren't you?" He said. "The taxi will arrive in twenty minutes. Just pack the essentials and I'll buy you whatever you need over there."

"Ruben?" You were caught off guard by the way he adressed you, hesitating before responding. "You know I can't just pack my bags and go with you, right?"

"Why not?" He shrugged, genuinely confused.

"Um...maybe because I have plans of my own."

He snorted "What plans?"

"What plans?"

You had been planning to use that week to focus on a big project at work and your best friend had invited you for dinner tomorrow night. Ruben was well aware of this since you told him a couple of days ago. Hadn't he listened to you?"

"Y/N, it's a big game." He said. "Everyone's friends and family are gonna be there. Just pack a bag and that will be it."

"Ruben, are you not hearing me?" At this point you were getting really annoyed.

"I hear you baby, I do. But I'm sure your boss can give you a day off, can't she?"

You stood, folding your arms. "No she can't Ruben because that's not how the real world works."

"What's that's suppose to mean?" He felt the tension erupting between you.

You sighed. "Ruben it means I'm not here to tend to your every need. My days do not evolve around your life."

"I didn't say that."

"No. But you did ask me to take a day off without considering that maybe I'd want to work, not go to your game."

His response was silence, a deep frowned on his face. You felt guilty but obligated to hold your own. "I'm sorry if you counted on me to be there for you, but I won't be able to make it this time."

"I get it." He nodded, voice clogged with somthing. "I shouldn't have...I shouldn't have..." He really struggled. "...whatever you said."

"I'm really sorry baby. Will you still give me a call once you've reached the hotel?"

"Sure." He nodded, but did not meet your eye. "I will call you."

"Great, have a safe trip."

You stepped forward, expecting a kiss. Ruben however, ignored you, or perhaps didn't see you step up to him. Instead he moved on to the hallway where his bags waited.

"I guess I'll see you in three days." He mumbled.

"See..."

The door slammed shut before you could finish the sentence.

"...you."

Somthing very odd and unpleasant washed over you. It made you wonder, had you done somthing wrong?

For the rest of the evening you kept your phone near, expecting a call from Ruben at any moment. However there was nothing. Not a call, not a text, just radio silence. It was so unlike him, so you decided to call him yourself. However, you were immediately discarded towards his voice mail. If Ruben was upset, you thought,  ignoring you was definitely not the way to handle things. Three days went by without you hearing a word from him. You would have assumed the worst if it hadn't been for the pictures his teammates took of him, posting them online.

"Whatta hell Ruben?"

It was not the warmest welcome he received upon his return. But you could never stoop so low as to ignore your boyfriend for three days just because of a small argument.

"I waited for you to call me for three days." You showed with your fingers. "Three fucking days Ruben."

"I know and I'm sorry." He muttered, leaving his suitcases at the door. He walked over to the sofa, taking a seat. "I needed time to think."

"Think about what?" You frowned.

Ruben shrugged  "Us, our relationship."

"Oh."

You sat down next to him.

"W...what did you....did you...?"

"I thought alot about what you said, about how the real world works."

Since you hadn't really meant much by those words, you could only glare at him. "H...how does it work?" You asked nervously.

"I guess that's what I don't know. I used to know, but now I don't."

What do you mean baby?" You scooted closer, seeing how Ruben had really gone through this question in his mind. You knew how much he hated having to play football when things weren't sorted in his head. In a way you felt responsible.

"Fuck, Y/N, I owe you an apology." He sighed. "You were right. I just assumed that you didn't have any plans these three days. That you could just pack a bag, leave your life behind just to join mine. Little do I forget about the privilege I have to be able to travel the world, doing what I love. For a moment I truly assmued that my life was better than yours, that my offer was one you wouldn't say no to. What a dick move that was. I really am sorry."

"Oh Ruben." You, threw yourself at him, hugging him. He shifted his weight so that you would lay under him instead of on top of him on the sofa. He cleared your face of hair that had fallen over your eyes, bending down to kiss your lips.

"Fuck I missed you."

Butterflies invaded your stomach for Ruben looked at you like there was no one else.

"I missed you too."

He kissed you like there was no one else.

"Forgive me."

He wanted you like there was no one else.

"I forgive you."

There was no one else in the world that loved you the way Ruben did.

"Y/N, please." He pleaded. Somthing like this will never happen again." His head shifted to lay against your breast, your heart beating in his ear. Your hand stroked his cloudy hair. "I know baby, now let's just let this go."

"Okay." His eyes shut. "Just know that..." He was halfway asleep. "...I really am sorry."

As his breathing slowed down, Ruben was finally able to rest. You weren't the only one who hated it when you fought.

[quokkareactions]

Stray Kids as angst tropes:

Hey, guys! Okay, so I was in the mood for writing some angst, so here you go four angsty Stray Kids drabbles. I still have to work on Seungmin's, which means I'll probably post the other four tomorrow. Until then I hope you enjoy these ones.

Kisses😘

Chan:

You and Chan were walking down the street holding hands and laughing when a girl stopped in her tracks next to you.

"Chan? Is it really you?" she said with a surprised laugh.

The confusion on Chan's face quickly changed into pure happiness when he recognised the girl.

You've never met the girl before but you know exactly who she is. You know that she's the owner of the box of women's clothes on the highest shelf in Chan's closet. You know that she's the reason why Chan's watching Attack on Titan every Tuesday night. You know that he can't say he loves you because of her. And it hurts even if you told him a thousand times that it's okay. He looks at you like you're the prettiest girl in the world, but her... He looks at her like she's his whole world.

"Chan, stop apologising"

"But I didn't know this will happen, we were only supposed to meet to catch up a bit, not to find our unresolved feelings for each other"

"I did"

"What?" he looks at you in confusion.

"I knew this was coming, she was always who you'd choose"

"I'm so sorry, y/n"

"I guess it was my mistake" you let out a bitter laugh.

"No, don't you dare say you're at fault"

"I should've left sooner" now both of your eyes were glossy from tears. "Goodbye, Chan"

You hugged.

"I wish you all the best, y/n"

Minho:

Ringing. Not even remotely unusual sound for Minho. Especially because his best friend since high school was calling him nonstop for the last few days. He just ignored it for the most parts. He didn't want to talk to her. He had no idea what to say to her after what happened at Friday night. But then the ringing stopped and did not start again like Minho anticipated it to, like it did oh so many times already this weekend. What happened? Did you give up?

He almost felt relieved but then he realized... He knows you too well to believe you gave up. You're too persistent. And boy was he right. The next thing he hears is banging on his door.

"Open the fucking door, Minho, or I swear to god I'm gonna kick it in your face"

With a sigh he opens the door and you storm in.

"Y/n, seeing you is always a delight"

"Cut the crap, Min, I deserve at least an explanation"

"I'm not sure I can give you the explanation you wanna hear"

"Please, what happened? I thought you wanted it too" you whispered.

"We ruined our friendship"

"No, we didn't. Our friendship doesn't have to be ruined just because we start dating, it's not..."

"I don't want to date you! I never have and never will" he cuts in bitterly.

"But... I watched you go out with numerous girls waiting for the day you realize that the right girl was right in front of you the whole time" you trail off, tears now freely falling from your eyes.

"Sleeping with you was the worst mistake of my life" he answers without any emotion what so ever.

"And knowing you was mine. Fuck you, Lee Minho!"

With that you walk out of his apartment and his life. You never wanted to see him again not as a friend, not as a lover and not even as a stranger on the street. You wanted to forget him and the piece of your heart that he took for forever.

Changbin:

It was collecting up in you for long by now. Ever since Changbin and you became official you're getting hate from his fans. And we are talking about regular death threats level of hate. But when your sister got involved too you had enough. You decided to break up with Changbin. It was a hard decision but you had to do it, you couldn't take it anymore. Even though he had a really hard time dealing with the fact.

"Please tell me at least part of it was real" he pleaded

"All of it was real but I can't do this anymore. I'm not strong enough to bear it"

"Don't say it. Don't say goodbye"

"I'm so sorry, Changbin" you choked out, lips trembling, voice cracking and tears collecting on your lashes. "But we were never meant to last"

You left the room and was about to open the front door when he shouted after you.

"If you knew that from the start you should have told me before I fell in love with you"

For him the only indication of you hearing it was the sound of the front door closing right after. That was the last time you saw each other.

Hyunjin:

You and Hyunjin were madly in love at the start of your relationship and you made sure that everyone knew that. You were probably the cringiest couple alive. You did everything together and you were all over each other all the time. So everything was perfect until your third year anniversary. You had a huge fight and Hyunjin left and spent the night at his friend's. A girl he suddenly started to spend an awful lot of time with. Since then you felt further and further away from each other. You stopped going out together.

You were slipping away from each other and what is better evidence to that than the situation you're in right now. You are standing exhausted and completely soaked by the rain in front of the Café you work in. The Café your boss closed at 19:00. Exactly when he does everyday, exactly when your shift ended and exactly when you asked Hyunjin this morning to pick you up from there. That was an hour ago. Since then the rain is getting more and more intense. You are not  sure anymore whether it's the rain or your tears that's running down your cheek constantly.

At the start of the hour you thought it's him every time a car passed by. You are not hoping anymore. Not even sure why are you still waiting for him, you could've gotten on a bus and you'd already be home.

[bangtansocean]

Roommate's Prohibited List: Eight

Content Table: 01 l 02 l 03 l 04 l 05 l 06 l 07 l 08

“You okay? You’ve been zoning out all day.” Monica asks as you both walk out of the main university building towards the parking lot. 

You humm in reply, walking at a fast pace while staring at the trees, not really able to process what happened a few days ago. 

You want to tell Monica, but you are unsure of what to say because…it was just a kiss. 

Soobin hasn’t texted you, or called, or been in the apartment ever since. 

It's been days since you last saw him, and you know that telling Monica about it right now is not a good idea because she’s going to start asking questions that you don’t have answers to, and that’s going to irritate you even more. 

“Yeah, I’m just tired.  haven’t adjusted to the new schedule yet.” You sigh in reply before turning to your friend once you reach her car.

“Fair enough,” She opens her car door and settles in the driving seat, ���you want a ride home?” She asks as she rolls down her window. 

You hesitate for a minute before shaking your head. “It's alright, I’m going to the cafe before going home, I’m craving something sweet.” You tilt your head towards the campus cafe, which is right in between your house and your faculty building.  

“Alrighty then, I’ll see you tomorrow love!” Monica greets you before rolling her window back up, the music blasting through as soon as she starts the car. 

You wave her goodbye as you watch her drive away, taking a deep breath as she disappears into the early sunset. 

“What am I doing?” you whisper to yourself, shaking your head. 

You are not sure why you are so irritated by this whole situation, and obviously the amount of projects you have due this weekend are not helping. 

You walk mindlessly through campus until you reach the cafe, walking in as you check your phone for any notifications, but nothing. 

“One matcha with oat milk please,” You smile at the barista before paying, thanking him with a nod. 

You wait in the corner for your order to be called, scrolling through your instagram before you feel someone tap you on the shoulder. 

“I'm sorry, you are y/n, right?” An angelic voice calls from behind you. You turn around and to your surprise, it was the guy you matched a few days ago on that dating app. 

“Oh, wow, tae right?” You smile when he nods with an even brighter smile. “What a coincidence”

“Yeah, it truly is!” He giggles nervously, “I’m sorry I never answered, I lost my phone.” His cheeks turn a light pink as he looks down embarrassed. 

“That’s okay, don’t worry.” You tell him, feeling giddy at the fact that he not only recognised you, but because he did plan on replying to you and he did not leave you on seen on purpose. 

Coffee for y/n! 

You grab your coffee and continue having small talk with Taehyun as he waits for his coffee. You both end up walking out together, as he is on his way to the gym that’s only a few blocks down your street. 

“This is me,” you say as you both stand in front of your building. 

“this is a nice building” he looks up, admiring the modern design. 

“That’s such an architect thing to say” you joke before he joins you in laughter. 

“Well, I have many more of those,” he jokes back ,”how about I take you out for dinner on Saturday and tell you all about it?” 

You are taken aback by the smoothness, giggling before nodding your head. “I would like that very much, im free after 6pm”

“I'll pick you up at seven then?” 

You nod in reply “seven is perfect” 

“Cool, see you then y/n. Glad my phone didn’t get in the way of meeting you.” He winks before leaving, waving at you from a distance before turning on the next block. 

You walk inside in a much better mood thanks to tae, maybe this weekend won't be so bad.

-

Friday, finally. 

You walk out of class in great spirits, yapping with Monica about anything and everything. 

“I say we go for drinks right now, it's happy hour somewhere!” She says excitedly. 

“I would love to, but I can't,” you remind Monica of all the homework you have due next week, as well as of your date on Saturday, to which she squeals in excitement with you. “I know, i'm actually really excited,” you sigh nervously. 

“You sure are, that man is H-O-T” Monica laughs, “I'm excited for you!” 

“I’ll see you on Monday!” You wave at your friend before heading home. The weather is extra nice today so you decided to walk home again. 

-

“Jesus Christ these stairs” you speak out loud as you make it to your floor, surprised to find your door wide open. 

You walk in slowly, looking around to see if there’s anyone but instead, you find a couple of bags on the floor full of clothes and other stuff, is someone going on a holiday? 

“Hello?” You leave your things on the kitchen table while scanning the bags on the floor again. 

“Hi!” Yeonjun’s floor flies open to reveal a showered Yeonjun, a big smile on his face as he eats a bowl of instant noodles. “Are you moving out?” 

He frowns as he too scans the room, “why are they wet?” 

He points at one of the boxes on the floor, the bottom part slightly dampened. 

“Well that’s because im the unluckiest motherfucker in the world.” Soobin’s voice is heard from the hallway, walking into the living room as he dries his hair with a towel. “My place got flooded, broken pipe or something like that.” 

Your heart jumps at the sight of Soobin, your brain panicking and screaming at you as you check him out. You scan his clothes and notice they are soaked from the waist down, his hair and shirt sleeves slightly wet still. your eyes meet his once you finish scanning him. 

He gives you a big smile, but you can see the annoyance and stress on his face, almost like he's smiling through the pain. 

“Womp womp,” Yeonjun jokes as he places his bowl in the trash, “that is very unfortunate, I'm sorry to hear that.” 

You nod in agreement, offering Soobin a soft smile. “Yeah I’m sorry, can we help you dry some stuff?” 

Soobin shakes his head, “it's mostly dry now, just some boxes got a little wet, but nothing major.” He shrugs. 

“And so what? You are moving in? Why did you bring all your shit?” Yeonjun asks, now sitting on the couch turning the game on. 

“At least for the week, yeah.” Soobin shrugs again as he makes his way around the kitchen, grabbing some water. 

You freeze in place once his words sink. 

“Gyu is out of town till Wednesday so I’ll be taking over his house duties and stuff till then, hope that's okay.” 

“Do you wanna take over mine too?” Yeonjun asks right before starting the round, oblivious to Soobin’s eye roll. 

“Anyway, how was your day?” Soobin places his empty glass next to you, supporting his weight on the kitchen counter before turning to you with glistening eyes. 

You blink a couple of times before supporting yourself on the kitchen counter almost like you were trying to sleep as you stretched your back, Soobin copies your move, both ending up resting your heads on your arms. 

“It was good,” you reply before yawning, feeling sleepy all of the sudden. “Busy.”

Soobin’s eyes are focused on you, a cheeky smile on his lips as you stare at him mindlessly, blinking a couple of times before yawning again. 

“You seem tired,” Soobin whispers, which causes you to open your eyes again. 

“Yeah a little,” your lips shape into a straight line, “How are you?” You return the question politely. 

“Good, now that I see you,” he whispers again, his smile growing shy and he presses his lips together. “I won the tennis match last time.” He chuckles, your mind trying to find how one thing connects to the other. 

Soobin laughs at your confused frown, “I guess you are my lucky charm,” he nods with his head a couple of times, almost like he is agreeing with himself. 

You hide your face between your arms before giggling, “you can't be saying shit like this” you whisper to him, slowly standing up before pointing at Yeonjun. 

“We could have sex on this counter and Yeonjun would not notice,” he stands straight too, smacking the counter but getting no reaction from his friend who is deeply focused on his game. 

The temperature of your face rises at the thought of you and Soobin having sex on the kitchen counter. 

“Told you” he winks, making you roll your eyes. 

“Still, don’t,” you lightly smack him on the shoulder, his smile fading slowly as his eyes scan you. 

“…does it make you uncomfortable?” He asks in a serious tone. “I don’t mean to-..

“No no no,” you correct yourself when you realize Soobin thought you meant you didn’t want him to be flirty with you. 

He stands in front of you, full of thought as he scans you, a smile escaping his lips before he mouths an ‘okay’. 

You nod in reply, your face getting warmer as his right hand reaches for yours, his eyes never leaving yours as his thumb caressed your hand lightly. 

“Are you playing with us?” Soobin asks in a soft tone, to which you shake your head in reply.  

“Imma take a nap,” You reply with your eyes closed, humming in enjoyment at the caresses of Soobins hand on yours. 

“Okay then,” You feel his lips against your cheek, opening your eyes widely and turning to see Yeonjun with panic. Thankfully, he is too into the game. “Sweet dreams,” Soobin smiles when you turn to see him again, your cheeks turning a darker shade of pink as he lets go of your hand and joins Yeonjun on the couch. 

You watch him as he sets up his controller and get comfortable on the couch next to your roommate, who is playing with his mouth partially open, his eyes glued to the screen as he finishes the round. 

“Don’t be too loud,” You warn them before heading to your room, Soobin winking at you as you walk past them towards your room. 

-

You wake up by a light knock on your door.

“Y/n?” The voice of Soobin is soft through the door. “Can I?” he slightly opens the door, but not enough to see him. 

“Yeah come in” you say in a sleepy voice as you turn to look at the door, covering yourself even more with the blanket, only your face visible as Soobin sneaks his head through the door.

“Hey, you’ve been sleeping for a while now, are you okay?” He begins as he makes his way into the room, a plate in his hands. “I made pad thai, you should eat something you must be hungry.”

You smile and humm, sitting up to receive the plate, “That’s so sweet, thank you.” 

You grab the plate with both hands and smell the food, moaning at the pleasant smell and looks of the food, you were indeed hungry. “It smells amazing.” You look up to Soobin, who is staring down at you with a big smile. 

“I’ll let you enjoy your food in peace, I’ll be in the living room if you want to join me.” He bends down and places a quick peck on your lips, and you cover your mouth as he giggles. 

“Don’t do that I just woke up,” You say, covering your mouth as you grow embarrassed, you probably have terrible breath. 

“I don't care,” he laughs, “I hope you like it,” He says before walking out, closing the door behind him.

You smile at your food one more time before digging in, enjoying every bite more than the last. 

You can hear Soobin is cleaning the kitchen, and you decide to join and help him, bringing your plate with you. 

You can hear some faint music as you get closer to the kitchen, smiling when you find him washing the dishes. 

“Hey,” you greet him with a smile, placing your plate next to him before telling him to move out, “I can take care of what’s left,” you tell him, but he shakes his head, not moving from his place. 

“All good. I got it, go freshen up.” He points to the bathroom with his head, and you stare at him for a couple of seconds before he insists. “Go.” He giggles as he dries the pots he had just washed. 

You sigh before heading into the bathroom, a smile on your face as you walk away from him. 

You wash your teeth and freshen up your face with some water, not wanting to spend too much time in the bathroom. 

You walk out into the hallway, making it to the corner where the kitchen and the living room meet when you are swept away, making you gasp at the sudden scare. 

Soobin is holding you by the waist, pulling you closer to him as his hand reaches for your cheek, smiling as he pulls you closer, kissing you softly, giggling in between kisses at your surprise state. 

“You scared me,” you whisper. 

“I’m sorry,” He giggles back before both of his hands cup your face, deepening the kiss. 

“Wait.” You push him away, realizing that you are in the middle of the common area, right in front of Yeonjun’s room. 

He stares at you confused, a frown on his face as you point to Yeonjun’s door, concern drawn all over your face. 

He lets go of your waist and walks towards Yeonjun’s room. 

He knocks twice, “Yeonjun? Are you there?”

No answer. 

He proceeds to open the door, scan the room and then close it back shut. “He’s not here, and neither are his books."

You frown before pulling your phone out to text him. 

[Reply from Yeonjun:]

Hey, not sleeping home tonight. Group studies.

“He’s not coming home tonight.” You say as Soobin’s hands find your waist again, pulling you closer as he kisses you all over your face. 

You can’t help but giggle, placing your hands on his face to pull him for another kiss, this time, actually enjoying yourself. “So you think you can just kiss me now whenever you want?” 

He giggles between kisses, humming a yes in response before kissing your cheek. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” Soobin whispers against your ear, his hands finding your ass as he invites you to jump on him, wrapping your legs around him as he walks you to the couch, his lips attaching to yours as soon as you hit the soft material. . 

What started out as innocent kisses turned into a full on make-out session.

Soobin is on top of you, his hands wandering under your shirt but only around your waist and hips. His lips travel from your lips to your neck, only to end back on your lips. 

You are both moaning, your hands wandering all over as you struggle to breathe, not getting enough of him.

“Wait, Soobin.” You say in between harsh breaths. 

He pulls away immediately, “What’s wrong?” He whispers, his eyes scanning your face. 

You can’t help but stare. At his swollen red lips, covered in a light layer of saliva. His hair messed up, pointing in all directions. The faint marks of your cherry lip balm all over his neck and lips…

You sigh before closing your eyes. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” You whisper, and before you could open your eyes, Soobin was off from you and sitting by your side. 

You open your eyes and sit up, his eyes shutting down as he sighs.

He rests his head between his hands as he pulls on his hair lightly, “I know… I fucking know.” He sighs again.

You hug him. 

You are unsure of what to do, or how to approach the situation, so you just hug him. But it seems like it's enough, because he comforts you as well by rubbing your arms with his hands. 

“I can’t really help myself, you know?” he whispers, turning to look at you.  "this sucks."

You let go of him and stare directly into his eyes, feeling a million butterflies. 

“I know, I feel the same way.” 

You both stare at each other in silence, looking for answers in each other’s eyes, but finding none. 

You lean forward to kiss him again, a soft, slow and painful kiss before you pull away from him. His eyes slowly opening as he stares into your eyes with sparks, his lips forming a smile from ear to ear as he reaches for one more kiss, a cute and small peek on your lips. 

“Let’s play a game.” He says, standing up as he makes his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge. “Let’s ask each other questions, and the one who doesn’t want to answer, or gets it wrong, drinks.” He pulls two beers out of the bridge and places them on the table in front of you. 

“Sounds good,” You reply with a smile, taking a sip of your beer before you sit on opposite ends of the couch, making as much distance as possible to avoid more temptations. 

—

“How do you know all the answers?!” You squeal before taking another sip of your second beer. 

His laugh echoes all over the house, making you even angrier at the fact that he knows more of you than you thought he did.

“I have a great memory!” He mimics your tantrum before taking a sip of his third, new beer.

“I hate you,” You cross your hands against your chest. Looking away when he caresses your legs that are crisscrossed. 

“No you don’t” He whispers, his hand slowly sliding up from your thigh to your hip, pulling you closer for a kiss.

“Mmm.. you’re right.” You smile against his lips before cupping his face and kissing him back passionately, throwing your body weight on him, which makes him fall back on the couch, resting on his chest as you climb on top of him. 

You place your legs on each of his sides, straddling him before sitting up, your hand caressing his chest as he looks at you with surprise, a triumphant smile on his face as he admires the view. 

“Are you drunk already?” He asks in a chuckle. 

“No?” You giggle. “I’m tipsy,” You confess, “But I’m okay I promise.” 

His hands caress your legs, smiling before nodding, “Okay, I believe you.” 

In a swift movement, he sits up and reaches for your face, smashing your lips together passionately as your hands travel to his hair for the thousandth time tonight. 

“God…” Soobin moans as your hips move against his, slowly grinding on him as you devour each other. He moves his hands to your hips, helping you move on top of him. 

“We should go to bed,” You whisper against his ear, nibbling on it before sucking on it sensually, making him moan as his hands dig on your ass. 

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” 

You squeal again when he manages to stand up with you straddled on him, your arms wrapping around his neck as he struggles to walk to your bedroom in the dim light. 

“Oh shit, sorry,” He chuckles when he accidentally bumps your ass on a corner. 

“Oww,” You complain in between laughter, turning your upper body to help him open your door.

It takes seconds for you to be in the bed, making out in the same position you were on the couch, the grinding turning more aggressive as you feel his boner through your pants. 

“Y/n” he moans your name, pushing you away slowly as his hand fixes your hair behind your ear. “Time to get ready for bed.” 

You roll your eyes in annoyance, why is he cockblocking himself?

“Come on, up.” He taps your ass cheek lightly, and you obey him by climbing off of him, standing in front of him.

“But we’re having fun…” You push his hair off his forehead, leaning forward to give him a quick peck. 

“We can have fun after we get our pjs on and wash our face.” He scolds you as he taps your ass again, making you moan in annoyance. 

You go through your night routine quickly, night serum, big shirt, no pants, brush hair and teeth: done. 

You walk back to your room and jump into bed, cuddling up to Soobin who is laying on his side of the bed shirtless with his sweatpants on.

“You look sexy,” You whisper to him, traveling your hand through his naked chest while resting your head on his heart, feeling his heartbeat increase when your hands ghost his happy trail. 

“Well, you are sexy,” He whispers back, welcoming you into the cuddle by holding you tight. 

Your hand travels back up through his chest, caressing his neck before cupping his face, looking at him endearingly. 

You are surprised to find him already staring at you, his eyes glued to you as he smiles softly before leaning in for a kiss. 

The kiss once again, turns into a heated mess.

You make out heavily, his hand traveling under your shirt, caressing your ass as his fingers play with your underwear, which is more wet than you would like to admit. 

Soobin sucks on your bottom lip before breaking the kiss, staring at you as he twirls the side of your panties. “Can I touch you?” He whispers, his breathing picking up as your eyes stare into his.

You can feel your heartbeat on your eardrums, growing nervous and excited at his request.

“Yeah,” You whisper, your eyes never leaving his as his finger follows the shape of your underwear, from your hip to your ass. 

You unconsciously raise your leg higher, wrapping his body with it as his fingers land on your wet spot, a sigh escaping your lips when he caresses your clit over the damp material. 

You can feel the horniness taking over you as his fingers apply pressure on a circular motion over your clitoris, making you moan desperately, begging to feel him skin to skin. 

His eyes never leave yours, watching you squirm in pleasure as he teases you, slowly driving you crazy. 

However, he doesn’t tease you for too long, pushing your underwear to the side as his fingers slide between your folds, collecting all your arousal before his fingers ghost the swollen bud again. 

“Soobin,” You moan his name, finally closing your eyes as your hand digs onto his shoulder as he increases the pressure and the speed of his touch. Your hips move involuntarily, helping him touch just the right places, his eyes glued to you as you enjoy the feeling of his fingers against your clitoris. 

“Look at me baby,” he whispers, and you obey immediately. Your sight clouded by the lust as you whimper, his eyes staring straight into yours as his fingers begin to move faster. 

“God, it feels so good,” You moan again, your eyes closing for a quick moment before opening them again, a grin on his lips as he watches you struggle to keep the eye contact. 

And then, you gasp. 

You can feel two of his fingers entering you slowly, almost torturing you with the pace he is pushing them in. 

“Fuck, Soobin,” You moan on a higher pitch, feeling his fingers fill you fully before he pulls them back out, only to push them back just as slow. 

You lose the staring battle, your eyes closing as his fingers begin to fuck you at a faster pace, feeling the slight bend on his fingers as he hits your g-spot over and over again. 

“God, you are so beautiful,” He moans as he watches you struggle to keep it together, slowly crumbling to his touch as his thumb reaches for your clit, rubbing it as he continues to pound his fingers in and out of you. 

“Soobin,” You moan slightly louder, his movements becoming faster, but still delicate enough to drive you crazy. 

“That’s it baby, you’re doing so good for me,” He praises, you which only makes you melt to his touch even more. 

You are not sure if it's the alcohol you both consumed, or if it’s just you, but it's impossible to control your volume, moaning as your hand reaches to the bulge under his sweatpants, groping him as he pushes his hips against your hand. 

Both of you are moaning uncontrollably, a collection of fucks, gods and each others name’s escaping each others mouth until your orgasm starts to take over you. 

“I’m going to cum,” You manage to moan a full sentence as he continues to touch you, his fingers hitting your g-spot more harshly now, making you shake and whimper at the overwhelming feeling. 

“Come for me,” he whispers against your ear, and that's all it takes for your body to start shaking uncontrollably, your orgasm washing over you as he continues to finger-fuck you.

His fingers slow down as you ride your orgasm through, regulating your breathing as you continue to moan, becoming extremely sensitive to his touch. 

He pushes his fingers in one more time before he fully pulls out, raising his hand that is covered in arousal high enough for both of you to see it. 

You are about to tell him that he can use your underwear to wipe them when he takes his fingers to his mouth, sucking your arousal off of them as he closes his eyes, moaning at the taste of you. 

You feel yourself growing embarrassed, feeling almost dirty to be watching such a scene. 

You notice his boner is still there, and you begin to feel guilty for not fully helping him with it, so you squeeze the area lightly, making him open his eyes as he gasps, placing a hand over yours, stopping you.

“It’s okay,” He assures you. “We can take care of this some other time,” He smiles at you, but you can’t help but frown.

“But I want to-” 

“It's okay, y/n. Really.” He reassures you, “I think I’m too tired to cum anyway, you can take care of me next time.” He winks at you, and you soften your facial features at the proposal.

It does make sense, you think to yourself, the sleepiness taking over you as you snuggle up to him. “You won’t escape me next time,” You say jokingly, gaining a chuckle from him as he hugs you tightly. 

“I’m not planning on it,” He jokes, making you smile against his chest as your eyes feel too heavy to open, drifting into a comfortable sleep.

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a/n: Helloo, new update for you guys, I think this one was worth the wait. ;)

Lmk what you think of the smut 😵‍💫 im not sure how detailed you guys would like me to be since this ff is more fluff than smut, if you guys prefer to keep the smut minimal let me know!

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Jolyne's Teacher pt.3 (Teacher reader x Jotaro)

Chapter 3- Coffee

Chapter 2- Panic |Masterlist| Chapter 4- Monday

Small Summary: It's a new school year, you're a third grade teacher at an elementary school in Florida with Jolyne Cujoh being in your class.

It was now Friday, "Alright class see you all on Tuesday. You'll have a sub in on Monday since I have an appointment I can't miss." I really wish I didn't have that appointment, "So, please behave while I'm gone."

"Yes Ms. L/N!" They all shouted, "All right, the bell is about to ring. Grab your things. Those taking the bus can leave once the bell rings." I grabbed my things and waited until the final bell. "Ms. L/n my dad wants to thank you for your help on open house." Jolyne spoke, "You're welcome just be careful and don't do that again, okay." She nodded and smiled, finally, the bell rang. "Have a great weekend guys see you all on Tuesday!"

Exiting the room with the rest of the students I locked the door and headed out with them. As I walked behind them someone tapped my shoulder, "Y/n, you have any plans for the weekend." Ms. Jones asked, "If you don't then we could go out and have a girl's night out. What do you say?" I smiled awkwardly at her, I've never really liked her and neither have the other teachers. "I already have plans for the weekend, sorry."

"With who? Last I checked, you were divorced and weren't seeing anyone." This bitch. "It doesn't concern you who I go out with. Plus, I have an appointment I need to prepare for... So, Enjoy your weekend alone." I gave her a fake smile and continued walking to the car pick-up area and into my car.

Once I got in my car, that's when the tears finally rolled out and I began to cry. Damn it, why would she... There was a knock on the window I quickly wiped away my tears and rolled them down. "Oh, Mr. Cujoh, what a surprise." I tried my best to smile at him but couldn't, "Sorry, didn't know that you were... I just wanted to say hi and I'll call you later today, okay." I simply nodded and we said goodbyes. Closing the window I took a deep breath, tried clearing my head, and headed home. Once I got home I took a shower and started grading some exams from today's test.

Today was a calm day, other than crying in front of Mr. Cujoh I'd say today was a success! It was now 11 pm getting close to midnight, I guess he might have forgotten to call me. I lay in bed getting ready to sleep when my phone rang, "Hello, Y/n speaking."

"Hey, it's Mr. Cujoh," He finally called, "Sorry for calling so late I was finishing up something for work and lost track of time. Is now a good time to talk or do you wanna talk in the morning?... You sound tired... Were you about to sleep?"

I cleared My throat, "No... Well yes, but we can still talk."

"Okay, I won't take up much of your time. We didn't discuss the location we'll be meeting tomorrow morning." I got out of bed, "Give me a moment. I don't know the address by memory." I looked through some draws and found the address to the bakery cafe. "Okay, so the address is..."

"Thank you... Would you like me to pick you up or will we meet there?" I would like for him to take me but I think it's best if we go separate. "We can meet up. Around Ten or eleven. Is that okay?" I put the paper away and sat on my bed. "Around Ten would be fine. I'll get going then, get some rest. See you tomorrow." His voice sounded soft but deep a the same time. "You too, Mr. Cujoh have a great night." I hung up the phone placed it down on my nightstand and stared at it for a moment. Now that I think about it, this would be the first time a parent has offered to take me for coffee to pay for what trouble their kid had caused. Mr. Cujoh seems like a great guy for taking the time to apologize to me this way.

The next morning came I was laying in bed thinking about Monday. I looked at the clock on the wall  I had an hour to get dress to meet with Mr. Cujoh, I got out of bed and headed to the shower. Starting the water I got in the bath and soon felt like someone was watching me. "Y/n, my sweet Y/n." I could feel his arms  wrapped around me and could hear his voice close to my ear, "Why have you forgotten about me? I gave you everything didn't I."

"Leave me alone you're not real. You're dead." 

"That's no way to talk to your first love that way." His hands traveled to my neck. "There was no love between us. Just fear." The voice stopped but I could still feel his presence and his arms wrapped around me. I turned off the water and stepped out the shower and presence was now gone. I sighed wrapping myself in a towel and exiting the bathroom. He still haunts me even after death. I continued getting ready for today

I arrived at the Cafe, went inside and looked around for Mr. Cujoh... To be honest I don't remember much of his facial features due to being in a state of panic because Jolyne was alone at school, so his face is kind of a blur to me. "Excuse, Ms. L/n." Someone tapped my shoulder causing me to jump slightly. I turned around to see Mr. Cujoh... well more like his chest, "Hi Mr. Cujoh. Thanks again for inviting me for coffee." I smiled at him, "Your welcome, its the least I could do."

"Hi, how can I help you?" The cashier called us over. "Yes, I'll have the Cheese cream Pastelitos." I looked at Mr. Cujoh he seemed uncertain about what to order. "If you don't like Coffee they also have soft drinks, tea, and some baked goods too."

"I'll have the same thing as her and add three muffins." The cashier placed our orders and then we waited for them to be done. After it was done we sat down at one of the tables in the back. I took a sip from my drink not knowing what to say to him or how to break this thick ice in the air. "How long have to been teaching?" His question caught me off guard for a moment. "Since I was twenty years old. I taught in Japan for awhile and then moved to Florida." He raised an eyebrow, "You taught in Japan?" I nodded, "Yes for about two years before moving."

"I'm from Japan... born and raised there actually." I smiled slightly, "Same here, but I was only there until the age of thirteen and soon moved to Italy with my... family. My Japanese is a bit rusty." I chuckled, Mr. Cujoh tipped down his hat slightly. "So, tell me. Are you a marine vet or..."

"I'm a marine biologist. I guess you saw the pictures around the house." Before becoming a teacher I wanted to be a Vet and work with animals, "Yeah, I saw a lot of dolphin picture. I'm guessing you like dolphins huh?" I took a sip of my drink. "I do, they're one of my favorite marine animals."

We spent the rest of the morning talking about his work and research his been working on and about Jolynes grades in class. "It was nice getting to know you Mr. Cujoh." I started getting out of my seat when suddenly I felt as if someone was pulling me back, I lost my balance. Mr. Cujoh noticed and tried reaching his hand out to grab me. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact of the cold ground but it never came. Instead I felt something soft, warm, and a bit firm hit my body. "You okay?" I opened my eyes and was met face to face with Mr. Cujoh, "Y-yeah thank you," I took a step back trying not to panic at the sudden closed distance between us. "I must of lost my balance when I stood up, sorry." Looking at him he seemed to be lost in thought, he looked at me and smiled slightly. "No problem, just be careful next time."

 I nodded, "I have to get going I told Annie's parents I would pick up Jolyne at around twelve." I looked at my watch seeing it was now 11:53 pm. "Oh my, you should get going. Thank for the coffee Mr. Cujoh." 

 "Your welcome..." He walked me to my car, "My name's Jotaro by the way."  He took out his hand, "Y/n." I placed my hand on top of his; he firmly grasped my hand and shook it. "I have to get going. It was nice meeting with you y/n." He gently let go of my hand, "You too Jotaro." And with that he entered his car and drove off.

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Sharpuary day 7: Quidditch

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, talk of injury

"I really hoped we'd be able to bring back quidditch this year." I sighed as I looked out over the newly returned students. "They're going to be insufferable." Aesop looked at me with a frown.

"We both know that would happen anyway." He said. I waved my hand at him. "But I know what you mean. They're going to be worse than usual."

"There must be something we can do." I muttered, staring daggers at the headmaster. "Black can't just keep cancelling the quidditch season." Aesop followed my gaze and sighed.

"You know as well as I do, neither of us are in the position to start anything." He reminded me. "We could be fired and then what? Shop owners? No thank you."

"Cancel quidditch my ass." I muttered. Aesop reached over and squeezed my hand. "Wait. What if..."

"No." Aesop said. "Not here. Not while he can listen in on every fucking thing we say. Tell me later." I nodded and turned back to my food. The rest of the conversation moved to what our hopes for the new year would bring. After dinner and when the students were safely transferred to their common rooms and dorms, I made my way to Aesop's chambers. "Now what was that idea of yours?" He asked when we were sitting in front of his fire.

"What if we ran an underground quidditch season? Like how crossed wands operates?" I said, eagerness creeping into my tone.

"And who is going to run it? You? Me?" He asked, a small smile on his face. "I very well can't. Not with my leg the way it is. And you...remind me why you had to stop playing again?" I frowned and my hand went to my shoulder unconsciously.

"We'd find a way." I said. "We always do." Aesop stopped to consider me for a moment. "Think about Aesop. Being able to see quidditch played again. Of course we'd have to bring in Blainey in on it. Find some way to cover up the injuries without Black finding out. Merlin only knows the kinds of injuries that pop up while playing quidditch. We'd be in deep shit if that gave us away. But I think if we brought in the heads of house, we'd be able to come up with something."

"They'd need a place to play." Aesop reminded me. "Somewhere almost as big as the quidditch pitch. With the hoops."

"Hoops can be made." I waved him off. "I think I know a place. And we'd be able to do it on the weekends too. In Hogsmeade."

"And that would make it difficult for any second years to get on the team. They can't go!" Aesop countered.

"They have the one eyed witch passage!" I shot back. "You really think it's been covered up since we were in school? Come on Aesop. You know better than that." He sighed as he leaned back in his chair. "But fine. You have a point. Someone would surely find them missing and it would fall apart. So we make a new rule. Third years and up."

"That could work." Aesop said. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "That still brings up the problem of who would run it. If you or I volunteered for every Hogsmeade trip..." He trailed off and waited for me to catch up.

"Black would suspect something." I finished. "Dammit. Same if the heads of house went. Isn't that usually their time for meetings?" Aesop nodded.

"But that is once every month or so." Aesop suggested. "Students enter and leave Hogsmeade as they please. We could arrange for certain days to be required trips with the other teachers involved and go from there."

"Garlick is almost always in Hogsmeade." I realized. "She can run it." Aesop nodded.

"I'll talk to her tomorrow if you want to tackle the heads of house." Aesop offered. I nodded. "Good. It sounds like a plan."

"It's going to be so lovely to see quidditch played again." I sighed as Aesop beckoned me over to bed.

"If we can pull this off." He reminded me as he pulled me close to him. "But it will be something to bring some joy back to this damn castle."

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Where Does The Good Go? - 2.7K - Teen - Jessamy/Rose Walker

For Sandman FemSlash Weekend - Day 3: Night Out

Here is my final fic for FemSlash Weekend. Thank you to the betas @sandmanfemslashfans for putting this together. It was so much fun stretching my brain, and honestly this was my absolute favourite pairing to write.

Has anyone else written a side fic to an unpublished WIP? Because that's exactly what I'm doing. I've been working on a Grey's Anatomy AU fic for the last couple of months and both Jessamy and Rose appear as side characters. While writing that fic, I had a LOT of fun writing Rose and Jessamy. They both managed to take on stronger roles within the fic.

When I decided I wanted to take part in this FemSlash Weekend, I thought it would be fun to include a side fic to that WIP. And since it's a Grey's Anatomy fic, I had to write a different version of Meredith and Derek. You know... One Night Stand ends up being your boss, but you can't keep away from each other?

This is intended to just be their first meeting, but I REALLY liked this pairing, so I dunno, maybe I'll write more. They'll definitely show up in my Grey's AU, so I'm excited about that.

This fic is unbeta-ed. Them's the breaks I suppose.

Also, this is apparently the first fic with this pairing so high-five to me! Let's see if this train gets rolling!

The title of the fic is from the Tegan and Sara song "Where Does The Good Go?" If you know, you know.

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She has no idea what she’s doing here. 

Barbie had suggested that coming out tonight would be good for her. After the year she’d had, she needed a night to let loose and forget about everything. And normally, Rose would agree. Thing is, she’s supposed to start her surgical internship tomorrow. And yes, she was top of her class and got outstanding recommendations from her professors and whatnot, but no one really cares about that if you end up showing up late and hungover on your first day. 

No amount of recommendations will help if she ends up killing a patient due to her carelessness. Not to mention the utter shame she’d bring to the medical community. Imagine, the granddaughter of the Unity Kincaid —first woman of colour to head her own surgical department, that Unity Kincaid— kicked out of the surgical program that Dr. Kincaid helped to start. 

And it’s not like she grew up with this hanging over her head. Rose’s mother was put up for adoption and everything was kept extremely confidential. Rose’s choice to go into medicine was complete happenstance. No, she had found out about her prestigious heritage while looking for her estranged brother, Jed. 

In fact, finding Jed was what led her to move to Seattle, back to where her grandmother set up roots and burst through any and all glass ceilings that threatened to keep her down. Rose had spent most of her young adult life searching for her brother, with each lead coming up empty. It was only when she was approached by a lawyer for the Estate of the Late Doctor Unity Kincaid where she was able to find her brother, and learn about her grandmother. 

Go figure, the woman she had learned about as a young medical student and looked up to, would be her grandmother. 

After a long plane ride from Boston, a tearful reunion with her brother, and endless months of litigation, Rose was left with a sizable inheritance —which she put right into paying her student loans— as well as her grandmother’s cozy house. Jed was given an impressive inheritance as well, left in trust until he turned 25. The siblings moved into the house together, along with Barbie, Rose’s childhood friend who had come with her. 

Before everything, Rose had been planning on doing her internship at The Brigham. She was one of the first to be accepted, and she had to leave at the last moment. Luckily for her, Saint Anthony’s was beyond ecstatic to have Unity Kincaid’s granddaughter enter their surgical program, even if it was a last minute acceptance. 

She did deserve this night, who was she kidding? She was about to start a brand new chapter of her life, with a brand new sense of who she is and where she came from. After tonight, she would have to work hard in order to live up to her grandmother’s name. 

“Tequila shots!” 

Rose is pulled out of her inner thoughts by Barbie slamming two shots in front of her. She grimaces. Tequila does not agree with her at all. In fact, she had made a few mistakes due to over indulging on tequila back in school. 

“You can’t be serious, Bar.” 

“Oh, you know I am. This is how we’re gonna get you to loosen up a little.” 

“Not happening. I am not responsible for my actions after tequila. Remember New Year’s Eve, 2016?”

Barbie laughs, “New Year’s Eve, 2016 was amazing. I wonder if MIT Princess still has nightmares of that party.”

“Her name was Candice, and I doubt it.” 

Barbie shrugs, pushing one of the shot glasses closer to her. Rose sighs, defeated, and picks up the glass, pretending to inspect it. 

“Rose, it’s not poison.”

Rose rolls her eyes. May as well get this over with. The faster she humors Barbie, the faster she can call it a night and head back to the house. She takes a deep breath and knocks back the drink, coughing as it burns her throat. 

She hates tequila. 

“Happy now?” she chokes out, to Barbie’s amusement. Barbie, to Rose’s frustration, is able to knock back her shot without any difficulty, and Rose very much hates her for it. Barbie is one of those people who can drink alcohol like it’s water. 

“You know I am. As much as I wish we could be doing back to back shooters at the bar, I do know that you have to be a badass surgeon tomorrow, so I won’t be pushing things, I promise.”

“Ok, first of all, I am far from being a badass anything. I’m just an intern. They’ll probably have me doing non-stop sutures and running labs. I’ll be lucky if I see the inside of an operating room in my first year.”

Barbie sighs, giving Rose a light punch in her shoulder. “You do not give yourself nearly enough credit. You are so smart and capable. Once they see how incredible you are, these hot-shot surgeons will be fighting to get you working with them.”

Rose scoffs, sipping on her water. Her eyes wander to the other patrons of the bar, wondering if any of them will be working with her tomorrow. Her eyes happen to catch a young woman talking and laughing in a small group of young adults. She’s got a wide smile and a loud laugh, big eyes shining bright underneath the bar lights. 

She’s really pretty, Rose thinks. She’s short and curvy, with dark olive skin and thick, dark hair. She’s wearing a bright red button-up top, silky, from the way it catches the light. It’s tucked into a pair of dark leather pants. 

“Rose? Did you hear what I said?”

Rose snaps her head away from the smiling woman, and back to Barbie. “Huh? Uh— something about me being talented?”

She’s not impressed. “Not even close.”  Barbie nudges closer to Rose, and looks out into the crowded bar. “Spill. Who caught your eye?”

“We are not doing this—”

“Why not? What’s the problem with an innocent little flirt?”

“I am not flirting with some random person in a bar. Especially not right before my new job. It’s a recipe for disaster?”

Barbie stretches over, in order to get a better look at the small group. Rose looks away, sipping her water faster, and hoping to hide her face away from her overly-involved friend. 

“Well, they are a rather attractive group, aren’t they? Maybe I’ll go over and say hello.”

Panic grips Rose. Once Barbie gets an idea in her head, it’s impossible to convince her to let something go. And the last thing she wants is her friend doing her best to play wing-man. She means well, and Rose knows this, but it’s so embarrassing. And they aren’t in high school anymore. The days of giggling over crushes are long gone. Rose reaches over to stop her, but Barbie is already out of her seat and sauntering towards them. 

She groans and watches Barbie chatting with the group. It amazes Rose how easily Barbie is able to talk to people and fit into a group conversation. Rose finds herself to be shy and awkward, and has what her friends call “med school sociability”. The level of social intelligence one has after having spent most of their life studying and working, without having much time for an active social life. 

Rose can’t watch this anymore. She gets up from her seat and heads over to the bar. Hopefully the bartender will have some mercy on her. She orders a gin and ginger ale and sits in silence, thinking about the thousand things she needs to do at home. Making lists in her mind helps calm her down when she feels overwhelmed. 

“May I sit here?”

Rose whips her head and nearly falls out of her seat. Jesus, she’s more beautiful in person. Her dark hair falls in thick curls down her back. A stark, white streak cuts through the front, as well as over her left eyebrow. 

Speaking of her eyebrows, they are thick and perfectly shaped, arching nearly severely over deep, hooded eyes. Eyes the color of coal and yet bright and warm at the same time. 

“Um. Y-yes—Yes.,” she stammers, quickly turning away and taking a generous gulp of her drink.

The beautiful woman flashes a wide smile, and Rose is instantly caught. “Thank you.,” she says in a soft accent that Rose cannot really place. “I was losing my mind over there. I love my friends, but once they start with their life problems, I have to leave them to their devices.”

Rose nods along, enjoying listening to the woman talk. She’s got a rather loud voice, one that Rose imagines would have no difficulty commending a room. Rose wonders what line of work she does, and if she had to learn to be loud. Or maybe she was always this way. Maybe she’s loud, and happy, and incredibly beautiful all on her own. 

Rose thinks of herself, and how she’s quiet and unsure. Nothing at all like the Barbies or the beautiful women in this world. 

God, did Barbie annoy this poor woman? Rose hopes not. The last thing anyone needs on their night out is some random person trying to play matchmaker for their lame friend. 

“I apologize for my friend,” she says. 

The woman, having ordered her own drink (a dry Martini— of course she’s classy as well), turns back to where Barbie is still chatting up her group of friends.  “Oh? The pretty blonde?” She asks, pointing her thumb towards them. “She was rather entertaining. You should have seen the way one of my friends stiffened up when she approached us. I swear, the man means well, but he’s impossible in social situations.”

Rose smiles into her drink, taking another sip. “I can relate. I’m—I’m awful with new people.”

The woman studies her, her large, dark eyes taking Rose in, considering her for a moment. She eats one of the Martini olives, still smiling at her. “I find that hard to believe.”

“What gives you that idea?”

The woman leans closer to her, placing an elbow on the bar top and resting her head on her hand. Rose watches as she slowly plays with the olive pit in her mouth, wondering what it would be like to taste her. Would she taste bitter like the olive? Dry like her Martini? Or maybe she would just taste sweet? Like cherry slush, or bubblegum. “Because we’ve been chatting for a bit, and you have yet to tell me to fuck off.”

Rose laughs. “Maybe I’m just polite,” she says. 

It’s not because she’s just polite. 

The beautiful woman knows that too. “Maybe. Maybe you find me easy to talk to,” she says, playing with Rose’s coaster. Her nails are cut short, and painted in a blood red nail polish. 

“Pretty presumptuous of you,” says Rose, placing her hand beside the woman’s. The woman gazes down at Rose’s own indigo nail polish, and Rose is thankful that she took the time earlier today to paint her nails. 

“I have been told that I tend to assume I know everyone’s story.” The woman runs the tip of her pinky over Rose’s nails. Her lips match the blood red of her nails. Her lashes, long and thick, practically brush the tops of her cheeks. Cheeks that are round and rosy.  

Rose smiles, leaning in even closer to the woman. “I don’t really have a story. I’m just a girl in a bar,” she says, taking another sip of her drink. 

“Hmm. So am I. I’m Jessamy,” she says, placing her hand over Rose’s.

“Rose,” she says, not moving her hand away. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but Jessamy’s hand feels so nice right now. It’s warm, yet a little rough. Kind of like Jessamy uses her hands for a living. For a moment, Rose imagines that Jessamy is a surgeon like herself. Maybe she is also looking for a night where she doesn’t have to think or worry.

Maybe they can just be two girls in a bar. Nothing else. 

“So what brings you here, Rose?” Jessamy asks, thumb brushing over Rose’s knuckles. 

Rose turns her hand over, feeling the weight of Jessamy’s palm against her own. She wonders, if she meets her again in a year, will her own hands feel as rough? Will hours spent in labs and practice change her?  “Recently moved to Seattle. Starting a new job. Friend thought I needed a night to just let go of all my stress.” 

Jessamy’s eyes remain hooked on Rose, absorbing every word she has to say. It’s been par for the course for the interaction they’ve been having so far. And… It's nice. It’s so nice to have someone completely interested in everything you have to say. 

“And?”

“And, what?”

“Is it working?” Jessamy asks, giving Rose’s hand a squeeze, still looking deep into her eyes. 

And God help her, they are so beautiful. 

“I— I mean—”

Jessamy leans a little closer, and Rose herself is drawn into her pull. Almost as if she has her in a thrall. One that she’d gladly accept (she’s read vampire novels) (Team Rosalie).  

Jessamy casually slips out of her stool and moves closer to Rose, entering her space, but still leaving a small opening for her to leave should she wish to. 

Rose does not wish to leave. 

“Because I find that talking to a really pretty girl is the best way to destress. In fact,” Jessamy places a hand on Rose’s waist. She leans in close, her mouth inches from Rose’s ear. Jessamy’s hair tickles Rose’s neck. She smells so good. Like peaches and vanilla. “I can think of a few other ways to help you destress,” she whispers, her breath tickling a soft spot beneath Rose’s ear. 

Rose shifts in her seat, ready to give in. She turns her head, but Jessamy is already leaning away, a playful smile on her face. 

“If that’s what you’d like, of course.” Jessamy glances quickly at Rose’s lips, her own tongue slowly dragging across her bottom lip. 

Fuck it.

Rose reaches out and cups Jessamy’s face in her hands. She pulls her into a deep kiss. Jessamy moans into the kiss, immediately opening her mouth, granting Rose to finally taste her. It is exactly as Rose had imagined. The bitter taste of the olives lingers on her tongue, as well as a slight sweet taste. Like strawberries. 

Rose feels Jessamy’s hands at the back of her neck, desperate to bring her even closer. She moves her hands towards Jessamy’s hair. Rose moans as she threads her fingers through soft, thick locks of beautiful dark curls. 

Christ, she’s definitely going to have to thank Barbie for dragging her out tonight. Best wing woman ever. 

Rose moves to Jessamy’s jaw, gently nibbling at her soft skin. Jessamy gasps, and shivers under Rose’s touch. She laughs, her hand tightening around a nice chunk of Jessamy’s curls. 

“Shall we continue this at my place? It’s very close,” Rose whispers into Jessamy’s neck, before placing a soft kiss. 

Jessmay sighs deep, leaning her head closer to Rose’s shoulder. “Sounds like a plan.” She lifts her head, gazing into Rose’s eyes. “ Will your friend be alright?” she asks. 

Rose chuckles. “If I know her, she’s probably long gone, after having verified that you’re not some sort of serial killer.”

Just to be safe, Rose glances over her shoulder to make sure that, yes, Barbie is long gone. Most likely she is back home, having ensured that Rose could have as much privacy as she can, considering living with two room mates. 

She’s the best.

But right now, Rose has a gorgeous woman hanging off of her, ready to continue their interesting conversation somewhere more comfortable. 

“Great friend you got there,” Jessamy says, nibbling Rose’s shoulder. 

Fuck, but she will be the end of her, won’t she. Thank God, this will be a one time thing, because Rose already knows that she will not be able to handle spending more time with this woman. She can already see herself falling head over heels. 

One time. One wonderful night before the next chapter of Rose’s life begins. Before she says goodbye to careless one-night stands and beautiful women who smell like peaches. 

“The very best,” Rose says, grabbing hold of Jessamy’s hand, and leading her out into the cool night.

[slippery-minghus]

really wish there was a non-inflammatory way to tell my mother "sorry, but i don't have the energy to pretend to be happy that you're visiting."

i think this'll be her last visit for a long time. i was already Very Over her being here last night, and it was only the first night. thank fuck she leaves tomorrow.

she just. can't have a conversation with me without bringing up the same 800 grievances. all of her trauma, how much of a Victim(TM) her sisters are (But She Isn't!!!), my shitty dad, how annoying her husband is, that one year i didn't talk to her, how much paaaaaaain she's in oh woe is herrrrr (but she'll never do anything to help it!)....... and any time i tried to participate in the conversation in any capacity beyond nodding along she would talk right over me. and fully ignore that she did so.

once she gets all of that out of her system (every time we interact) she's capable of at least a semblance of normal interaction. but then she overshares with every stranger she meets and inserts herself into their business.

gods my mother is annoying.

tomorrow afternoon when she leaves can't come soon enough. at least i'll have a few hours to rest before work on tuesday.

one more week and i'm finally on vacation. i haven't had a restful weekend since august 3-4. and i think i've maybe had two or three days in the whole month where i was able to go straight home after work and just chill. it's been exhausting.

and that i then have to perform for my mother after all of that really pisses me off. it didn't even occur to me in any meaningful capacity to cancel her visit because i'm just so used to performing for her and being her little peacemaker. gotta smooth everything over and keep her happy! or else!

but. i need to look how miserable this makes me head on. i'm not going to invite her to visit again. and if she wants to invite herself? sorry, i'm busy that weekend! and the next one'

and fuckin. fucking. next time she comes here. IF there is a next time. she's staying in a fucking hotel goddammit.

[verfound]

For the WIP Tag Game

I can't decide between Condumb Guy, Dingo's Shirts or Kim's New Hobby sooooo, whichever you want? 😆

🤣🤣🤣

Of course you'd ask about those. 😂 So. Ok. I'm a crafter, right? And I was looking through cross stitch patterns on Etsy, as you do, when I found one that said "I may look fine but deep down I don't remember any of my passwords". And it became this idea of Kim breaking his leg and Ondine begging Marinette to teach him a craft or something because he's driving her crazy (so he makes that for Max's office).

Dingo's Shirts is...so are you familiar with Critical Role? I've been watching some of their old campaigns while doing some of my end of school gifts. And I'll confess: I knew about Critical Role, but I had never actually watched any in depth before? So. Yeah. I was unprepared for Sam Riegel being Dingo personified. 😂 So YouTube has been throwing all these CR highlight reels at me, including one about Sam's shirt reveals? Specifically the ones with Matt's face on them.

And Dingo's Shirts is just...you know. Five Times Dingo put Luka's face on a shirt (and once Luka had a Dingo Shirt). Because Sam and Matt's dynamic is 100% Dingo and Luka in my head. 😂

As for Condumb Guy...

Ok. So it's been a couple of Weeks. I had to have a small surgery last week, and I got a pretty bad infection that made this week kind of unbearable, And I have been trying So Hard to get Condumb Guy wrapped up (...sorry 🤣) & posted, but my productivity has been low because of health. I'm hoping I can have it finished this weekend, but...

Remember Be Prepared? It's playing with the idea that Luka is the go-to guy for condoms, since he always has extra, except it leads to...misunderstandings...

He hadn’t thought…it was Ivan.  For one thing, Ivan and Mylène had been together so long Luka would have thought they’d be well past that stage in their relationship by now.  And even if they weren’t – because he got it, he wasn’t judging, every couple moved at their own speed and that was perfectly fine – but…it was Ivan.  People usually came to Luka because they couldn’t buy condoms themselves.  Their parents were too strict, or they didn’t want to trigger unwanted conversations, or they couldn’t risk being seen buying condoms in public, or they were just embarrassed.

But it was Ivan.

They were friends.

Had been for years.

He would have hoped…well.  He would have thought Ivan would have no problem walking into a store and buying his own, but if for whatever reason he couldn’t he would have hoped Ivan would have trusted him enough – would have been comfortable enough around him – to ask him without an issue.

…which he supposed was exactly what Ivan was doing now, but it was still weird to see his friend so…flustered about things.

“Ivan, man, I am so sorry,” he finally said, shaking his head as he stared numbly at his friend.  Ivan turned back to him, the smitten look on his face replaced by one of confusion, and Luka winced as he glanced back at Mylène.  “I’m…I’m all out.  Marinette…she needed them for…I gave her my last box.  I am so sorry, man.”

“…huh?” Ivan asked, his frown growing.  Luka groaned and slumped forward, burying his face in his hands.  He couldn’t believe this was happening…

“I can pick some more up tomorrow.  I just don’t have any tonight,” he said.  He didn’t want to look up and see the disappointment on Ivan’s face.  He’d been with Mylène so long, and if they’d been planning…he hoped tomorrow would be ok.  That he would have time to run out, get another box or two, and then meet up with Ivan somewhere and –

“I know,” Ivan said, and Luka’s mental spiral ground to a screeching halt.  Huh?  “Marinette got them for us.  She didn’t tell you?”

…for us?

There…there was an us?  With Marinette?  And Ivan?  As in Marinette and Ivan were Us?

…Marinette had said she’d needed them for a friend, but Luka wasn’t stupid.  He knew for a friend was always code for me but I’m a little embarrassed asking.

“I thought she had, man,” Ivan said, shaking his head.  Luka felt like a waterfall was roaring in his ears.  Had…had she?  He would remember if Marinette had said who her new guy was, right?  He would definitely remember if she’d said it was…Ivan?

…oh, God.  He was going to be sick.

“I’m so sorry.  I just wanted to thank you, but –” Ivan was saying, but Luka was barely hearing him by this point.

Thank him?  Thank him?  For what?  For giving Marinette the condoms they needed to…to…to be an Us?  And what about his other Us, who was currently standing not five meters away waiting on him to go get milkshakes…?

…but milkshakes melt.  People change.  And you dumped me.  On my birthday…

“How can you…but…how can you just go off and get milkshakes with…what about Marinette?” Luka asked, trying his best to keep his voice steady as he looked past Ivan to the girls.  To Mylène, who was giggling and blushing and sneaking little glances at Ivan like she had no idea Ivan was an Us with someone else – with his someone else, damn it, and…!

“…what about Marinette?” Ivan asked, his face scrunching in confusion as he scratched at his neck.  Like Marinette didn’t actually matter, like he could care less that he’d fucked the most amazing girl on the planet and…

He didn’t even remember standing up.

He certainly didn’t remember Ivan falling down.

…he hadn’t even realized he could make Ivan fall down.

But there his friend was, staring up at him from the deck as he clutched his bloody nose and the girls ran over, screaming, and why were Jules and Rose trying to hold him back?  Didn’t they realize that Ivan had fucked –

“Luka, what the hell?!”

[wonderfuldeath]

.o| It's a small world : XIII |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, graphic depictions, sex

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« - I've been researching all night, I give up. »  

Taehyung's glasses were tossed aside in frustration as he ran his fingers over his tired eyes while Jimin and Elyzabeth looked on. The chill of winter was slowly giving way to the warmth of spring, which meant that the dance contest was just around the corner. The silence of the room was cut by Jimin's tired yawn, meaning that everyone was on edge. Since the discovery of the bullet impact, and what that strange man had said, the three of them had decided to investigate the newcomers in their lives. 

« - Actually, we haven't found anything either. No trace, no family, no name. 

- Not even a social network. Nothing at all. »  

A deep growl of frustration passed Taehyung's lips as he let his head fall back, staring at the ceiling of his apartment, before looking again at his two best friends, abandoning his computer on the kitchen table. Outside, the sun would soon be shining, and he no longer had the strength to stay awake. 

« - Could we try talking to them about it? I don't know, ask them? 

- Oh yes, of course. Hey Jungkook, aren't you a mafioso? But not just any mobster, the most dangerous one of all. I'm sure he'll greet the question with a smile and cake. And not a gun. »  

Elyzabeth pinches her lower lip as she simply nods, probably looking for words that don't come anyway, and Taehyung feels bad about being so curt. The fatigue and frustration of two days' research seems to be building up a little too much, and finally Taehyung apologizes, half-heartedly.

« - We should get some sleep, Jimin still has a lot to do, and we'll be back to work tomorrow. 

- What can we do? I mean, if they're dangerous people... 

- We've still got one person who hasn't looked. »  

Both eyes focused on Jimin, and he didn't need to keep talking, both understanding what the student was getting at. It was true that they hadn't thought of their precious assets, making all three nod in agreement as Elyzabeth and Jimin left the doctor's house without further ado, clearly looking forward to a good day's sleep, which Taehyung didn't refuse either. It must have been around two o'clock, when he reluctantly emerged, the warm body jumping against him surprising him, as he growled at Jungkook, who was visibly excited as a flea. 

« - What have you been doing all night? I thought you had your weekends to yourself? 

- Research for some of our treatments.

- Oh, that sounds really interesting. 

- Tell me, what are you doing here, Kook? Don't you have a very important meeting? 

- Yes, I did. And thanks to her, I can invite you somewhere this weekend. You can't refuse. »  

Jungkook's warm lips sweep against his not-yet-naked shoulders, and Taehyung can't help smiling, closing his eyes again, he turns to face his lover completely, looking into his big doe eyes and his curling hair. Their lips meet in a hot, passionate kiss, making him forget that he potentially had a criminal on his sheets. But he doesn't care when the burning hands move against his chest, when the professional lips collide, or when he unashamedly tastes his penis, making him moan in tones he'd never known he could touch. They're both out of breath after this little romp, and Taehyung climbs on top of his lover, coming to caress him tenderly, wide awake this time. 

« - So, where are we going this weekend? Something special? 

- A charity gala, somewhere in the mountains. 

- Oh, can we see snow? 

- Hmm, and marmots. You can even name one if you like, and I'll write a little check just for you. 

- Tempting. »  

He leaned in to kiss Jungkook's lips, before stopping in his tracks, his eyes roving over his lover's body, his lips pursed, as he made him look up again, their eyes colliding, shaking Taehyung. It was strange, a real hurricane in his mind. Jungkook loved him, there was no denying it, there was no denying that kind of look, or else he saw in it what he wanted to see. Slowly, he moved in to kiss him, letting his lips roam over Jungkook's, tasting him as if for the last time, before pulling back, letting their foreheads meet and their fingers play together. 

« - Taehyung, is something wrong? 

- Nothing's wrong. Nothing's wrong. Everything's perfect. You love me, I love you, we can spend more time together. What more could you want? 

- You know you can tell me anything. All the time? » 

Taehyung nods, lost between telling her everything, his doubts, his problems, the research, and keeping quiet, keeping everything to himself, not breaking this tender moment, so much in love, not breaking what they had between them. So he shuts up. Just kisses her again, picking up the thread of thought they'd abandoned, only to return to it more than torridly, hotter, interlocking violently but always in pleasure, never in pain, helping Taehyung calm his doubts and problems, simply enjoying the moment. 

                                                            -x-

The home stretch for Jimin, just one more month and he'd have finished school, so he spent most of his time in the dance hall, locked in from morning till night. And when he wasn't there, he was in the library so as not to miss a moment of his year.Completely out of breath, he let himself fall onto the parquet floor, his gaze fixed on the hall's ceiling. It was driving him crazy, and he wasn't looking forward to the exam any more. What was this about prostitution? No one had ever mentioned it. What if Yoongi was only with him for that, to see if he was really worth it? What if he didn't really love her? That would break Jimin, he could never trust anyone again. He was sure of it. The door opened, revealing the brown-haired man with the long hair now, looking at him strangely, curious about something, and Jimin returned his gaze, not understanding what the problem could be. 

« - I've been trying to call you for an hour. 

- Sorry, I've been training again. Is something the matter?

- You won't be dancing for me after all, not like you usually do. »  

It took him by the throat, almost six months of training, day and night, for nothing? Jimin looked at him this time, a little annoyed, straightening up to stand, ready to fight him, lost. Wasn't he so good anymore? He was the best, they'd been telling him that for months, and finally someone else got the big role of a lifetime? 

« - Wait what? What are you talking about? 

- Hoseok has decided that it won't be you who joins the troupe. 

- What? When? Why am I only being told now? 

- Sorry, it happened rather quickly. But that doesn't mean you won't be dancing, you'll be doing the opening and closing.

- But I had to compete. For Jung Hoseok's troops. My future's at stake here. You can't do this to me. 

- Take it from me. Your future will be much better outside Hoseok's troops. Anyway, the debate is over. It'll be SeeHun taking your place. She found out last night. »  

Jimin stared at Yoongi, trying to understand what he was saying. SeeHun, she was going to take his place. His whole world seemed to be slowly collapsing, as Yoongi's sentence hit him. You'd have to be crazy to think your future would be better somewhere else. Jung Hoseok was the reference in dance, the one and only capable of making you a real star, wasn't he? Curiosity grips him by the throat, yet he can't speak, he feels like crying, screaming, trying to beg. The little bubble bursts, when Yoongi gently takes him in his arms, wiping away tears of rage they weren't even sure they'd felt. 

« - It's all right. I know you couldn't wait to do it, but trust me, it was the best decision. 

- If you say so. 

- Let's get you outside to clear your head, shall we? You need it. » 

Jimin responds with a nod, keeping Yoongi's strange words in the back of his mind, and doubt creeps in, like a strange vine wrapping itself around him, now that he thinks about it, none of the names of the people hired by Jung Hoseok had been in the press, or really in the spotlight. And the blond's sentence came back like a bullet, hitting him full force as he followed Yoongi down the street to get into his car. He couldn't really prostitute students just out of school, could he? 

[quinnzeta21]

HER (Chapter 3)

After work, Tanya and I met in a coffee shop like we promised yesterday. "So, what are you going to ask me yesterday? And how are you? Gosh, it's been awhile since we saw each other" there goes Tanya Tucker the talkative among us. "Well, I just came here for the internship programme in Vernmore Campus. So just wondering if I can rent a house near the campus. If you know anyone?". "Y/n, seriously? You asked me if I know anyone? Come on, you can stay with me if you want. Don't trouble yourself". It's not like I don't want to stay with her, I thought I'll be disturbing. "Really? Can I?" I asked her for real and she's not kidding about it.

Okay that's easy, I should pay her a bit for the rent. "Btw Y/n tell me, how's your intern going? Any handsome guy... Or girl" she smirked at me after she mentioned a girl. "Going smoothly maybe..." Should I mention Miss Dawson? "But there's this supervisor... Should I say supervisor? Well it's like I'm working under her and I think she hates me." I'm expressing what I felt until "is she beautiful?" seriously Tanya? "I don't know, maybe if she treats me nicely. Then I consider it." After an hour's catch up on the things we missed, Tanya and I went home.

The first week working in Vernmore actually went well despite having a cold heart "supervisor". Not gonna lie, I may be bored sometimes working under Miss Dawson and hoping to work under Mr. Edward, his kinda fun. So btw today, I'm going to pack my stuff to leave with Tanya. Saying goodbye to my mother and lil' bro is kinda painful but I have no other options. After all the packing finished, Tanya asked me if I wanted to follow her to meet her "man" and get dinner together with them. I refused her invitation just to get some rest (on a weekend night). "Resting is for old people, y/n... Fine, promise me tomorrow we go out for a special dinner down the street. It's on me" she said. I know this time I can't refuse it so I nodded to her.

In a silent room, I just thought about asking Miss Dawson whether I should teach the students for the next chapter this upcoming week or not. I sent her a message hoping she will reply to it fast so that I can prepare

30 minutes later *seen*. "Omg, did she just seen and don't reply to my text? What is wrong with her?" I'm a bit frustrated with her but there's no use getting angry now. I try to calm myself and just prepare for next week without any help from what so ever called "supervisor".

The next day. My 4 friends including me went shopping, having fun at the karaoke for hours and hours like girlfriends always do and before we went back, I had promised Tanya to have this special dinner down the street. The "special dinner" she meant is actually a street food. Classic!

We do enjoy our foods until I get distracted by a familiar car across the street. Is that Miss Dawson's car? Tanya saw my face change all of a sudden and she asked why. "I think that's the heart cold woman's car", she is looking straight away at what I am pointing to. "That's your supervisor's car? Damn, you need to hide fast y/n, before she sees you". I'm not going to hide or run away. I'm just curious, I just saw her in the bar near her car. Alone. I ask them to go home without me first so that I can get to see Miss Dawson alone in that bar.

As I walked inside the bar, the bartender said they were going to close soon because it's almost 2am. "Okay, but I'm going to see that lady over there" I pointed out to her. "Oh you know her? Thank goodness, please take her home. She's been drinking a lot." I nodded to him and walk inside the bar to get Miss Dawson. I try to carefully wake her up "Miss Dawson, you need to wake up. The bar is almost close" but she just softly murmur to me back.

I try to stand her up to walk through the door "excuse me miss, you need to pay before you leave". Damn, I have no choice but to sacrifice my only money in my bag. I guide her carefully as we go out but she's going towards her car. "Miss Dawson, let me bring you home. You can't drive alone while you are dru.. unconscious" I try to think carefully about my words before I speak. So she just follow me behind through my car.

Luckily I saved her address in my waze and I start to heat the engine. Before I can drive , I see from my side eyes that she's sleeping peacefully at the other side of the seat. I'm not going to make any noise.

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Okay, this episode is a bit boring to me XD

- What will happen when y/n bring back Kate Dawson to the house?

[aceontheline]

Helluva Good Time (Maybe) (Pt. 1)

((OC here: https://www.tumblr.com/aceontheline/725110040623775744/helluva-boss-oc-amy?source=share))

I was only meant to attend this house party tonight, so I texted back my friend, Damien, in a hurry. He stated that it would be a small get together, but I knew what that really meant. Either way, I didn't mind. Parties of any size are usually fun for me anyway & it means I get to go out and socialize... When I'm usually just stuck behind a cubicle all day long. Monday through Friday, 9-5 as per everyone else's usual grind. I get ready with some nice looking makeup & cute clothes. An off the shoulder top with shorts & a cat eye makeup look. I put my hair up in my usual messy bun and head out the door. Damien gives me a quick call to ask me where I'm at and I tell him I've just stepped out of my house. "I'll be there in a few, chill your jets bitch" I say in a joking tone. Damien chuckles, saying he's just a little overexcited, commenting about how it's been a while since I've actually gone out to a party with him and our usual crew.

"I know. But unlike the usual crew, I have a bit of a higher paying job now. It kills me, but it's honest work" I say, walking along the sidewalk. Damien's house wasn't too far in the Gluttony ring, so I didn't want to waste gas.

"Fair enough, I guess. So I assume once you get your check that you'll want nothin' to do with us?" Damien asked.

"Don't be stupid. I'll still love y'all to death. I'll just only be able to go to parties on weekends. Like a regular adult" I reply in a sly tone.

Damien hangs up on me once I step foot onto his driveway. There is MORE than a few people there already, so I just make myself welcome. I'm talking to a few random people at the party and enjoying myself for a little while, before getting somewhat tired. I sit down on the couch with my drink in hand as I watch everyone mingle and dance about. Suddenly, I feel the space next to me sink a little. Someone just sat down and I don't know why I don't want to look. However, I feel a tap on my shoulder. It's rather frantic and nervous. I turn my head and see an Imp. He looks somewhat familiar but I can't entirely place him. He asks me what time it is, saying he has to get home soon. "It's like 8:00 pm" I reply. He wipes the sweat from his brow, seeming relieved.

He said that he honestly thought it was much later in the evening already, as it felt like time was moving at such an incredible speed. I asked him if he had taken any drugs that could've caused this. He firmly shook his head, insisting that he already has done one too many at some point in his life, not wanting to risk anything more. Shit, why was that funny? Why did I just laugh at that? And why was he looking at me like he thought it was... Cute? He gets closer to me and asks me for my name.

"My name's Amy. And you are-?" I ask with pleading eyes.

"My name's Blitz. The 'O' is silent" Blitz says, his eyes trailing around the room a bit, then back to me.

"Good to meet ya, Blitz! Have ya at least had a drink or two yet?" I follow up, genuinely curious.

"Yeah, maybe like 2 screwdrivers. No wonder my head is already kinda fucked up, huh? What about you?" Blitz asks.

I shake my head, saying that I just got here not too long ago. Blitz takes me to the kitchen and orders two shots for me. My friend, Jasmine, is working the bar. She makes excellent shots, so I know that if I have too many of hers that I'm done for. I take two and shoot them back quickly. Blitz seems... Impressed. He takes me back to the living room area and we chat for quite a bit, before moving outside so our conversation felt a little more one on one. After a long while of us just talking, eating and drinking, the two of us parted ways for the time being. Blitz gave me his number, saying we should hang out sometime. I joked that he may not even remember me tomorrow, to which he replied with: "We took a selfie together and I barely had like 5 shots. I'll remember ya"

I smiled softly as he walked away back to his place for the night. In the meantime, my other friends were all partying it up. I joined them after a quick deep breather. We all had an amazing time and enjoyed each other's company. After the party was over, I helped with some of the cleanup and then went home at around 1:00 am. I took a quick shower then scrolled on my phone for a bit. I looked at that selfie that Blitz and I took together, smiling. He was an eccentric guy, I could tell. I didn't get much information about him at the time. However, I could tell that we were going to hit it off in one way or another.

It was a lovely looking Saturday morning, so I just texted my friend Caitlyn to see if she wanted to meet up for some coffee and a chat. She agreed, saying that she wanted to get a shower first. I changed into some cute clothes once more and then stepped out of my house. I saw a few friends on the way and quickly caught up with them before heading straight to the coffee shop. I knew how Caitlyn liked her coffee, so I waited to get a text from her saying she was on her way. Once I got conformation, I ordered both of ours and then sat back down. I didn't wait too long... Caitlyn and her boyfriend, Frankie, arrived. I greeted them both with a smile on my face, apologizing that I didn't get Frankie a coffee, as I thought it'd only be Caitlyn.

"Oh, you're good. Almost no one gets my order right anyway. And I ain't in the mood for a coffee. Just wanted to swing by. How you doin' by the way?" Frankie asked.

"I'm good! I finally scored that office job, so I'm getting paid well enough now" I reply, beaming.

"Oh that's great! I'm so happy for you! Tyler scored a gig too. He's a cop now" Caitlyn stated in her typically bubbly voice.

Suddenly, the door swings open again. Blitz! I smile and wave at him, asking him to come sit with us. He smiles in return, saying he will momentarily. Caitlyn and Frankie exchange looks of "Holy shit, is that-?" I ask them what's up. "That's Blitz. Leader of I.M.P. How do you know him?" Frankie asks. My jaw drops briefly... Holy shit, THIS was the guy I recognized. Blitz comes and sits down right next to me, putting an arm around me and asking me if I was coming here because I was hungover. I laugh, insisting that it would take more than 4 shots to do that to me. Blitz smirked, stating that "We'd have to test your limits at some point"

I smirk. Blitz pretty much dominates our conversations but it's welcome, as he's quite an interesting conversationalist. After our scheduled hangout was over, Caitlyn asked if we can do this again sometime. I agreed to next weekend on Saturday. Blitz said he was free on that day too, insisting that he hangs out with us. Caitlyn seemed reluctant but said that was fine. Before I could leave to go back home, Blitz took my hand and asked if I wanted to head out with him. Not really having much else to do, I agreed. He took me back to the Pride ring, in Imp City. We hung out for a good chunk of the day, never really leaving each other's sights. We talked a bunch and just enjoyed each other's company.

Once the day was nearing a close, I already felt my eyes getting a bit heavy. We were watching T.V, when I suddenly felt myself cozying up to him. My head leaned on his shoulder, to which Blitz didn't really dignify with a response. He sort of just let it happen. After a while, I asked if he could take me home. He agreed to, only if I fronted some gas money. I sighed, pulling out my wallet and giving him some. He seemed genuinely shocked, implying that he was sort of joking.

"Oh, I can take the money back then-" I jokingly reply.

"Oh hell no, I could use that" Blitz said, taking the money out of my hand. He opens the front door for me. "Get in. We've got quite the way to go" he continues.

I smile softly, getting in the front seat of his van. He put some music on the radio and was jamming out for a moment, making me giggle softly... Shit. Did I find him cute? No way. We literally JUST met. "Don't do that to me, Brain" I thought, jamming along with him to distract myself. We enjoyed each other's vibes from the moment we left the Pride ring. Once we arrived in the Gluttony ring, and to my house, I opened the door and then hung over his window. "See ya later, Blitz. Maybe tomorrow?" I ask, filled with hope. "Why not? See ya here. Same time tomorrow" Blitz replied, rustling up my hair a bit. He drove away shortly after that, as I walked into my house. I held my phone close to my chest, sliding down the door.

"Fuck. I do like him. And we literally only hung out for one day. Damn it... I don't even know if he's in a relationship. Or really much else about his business... Ya know what? I just have to ASK him. Don't play games though. Just let it build up though, so you don't fuck this up" I say to myself, in a stream of consciousness.

I tell all of this to my friend, Damien. He strictly advised me to follow my own advice, unless I wanted it to go down like any of my previous relationships, where I fell to deeply and quickly in love. I sighed looking at that text... Thinking of the 3 exes I've had before and everything I did to keep them around much longer than I needed. I, then, laid down in my bed looking up at the ceiling and just vibing to some music for a bit. Then I succumbed to my usual routine of putting on a long form video while I cleaned up around my house a little, then played some video games for a bit. After all that, I had some late dinner and then went to bed shortly after. I guess I attempted to think of Blitz, but I had to push down my own thoughts for right now. Otherwise, they'd go out of control. I fell asleep shortly after putting on some relaxing music to help me go to sleep a bit faster.

[chronicallyonlinecath]

Saturday 17th June 2023 - The Start of a Summer

Well, exams are over now. I'm free!! Some people still have exams next week though - only until the 21st. But I'm done. I'm out of there, of school.

At least until the 21st, when I'm going in for the school's windband because the concert is soon as hell and I've barely been to any rehearsals because of revision.

My half term like two weeks ago was interesting - I apologize for not talking about it sooner. In short, Mattson apologised about everything, ever, and now we're friends again. I have mixed feelings about it though - it feels like all the pain I went through after he left was for nothing. We talk now - his favourite movies are romcoms, he wishes he was born in the late 90s and he's sad we've left school because there are lots of things he's going to miss that he's never going to do or see again. I think we all feel like that.

I certainly do.

After all that, one time I was walking home with him, Harvey and Alison and I mentioned I've liked Janek for a while and never had the guts to ask him out. Mattson decided to play wingman and get me to ask Janek out.

Well, I agreed to it. I'm mad at myself for being so easily pressured into it, but I think and plan so damn fast and then overthink the hell out of it. So, on Tuesday, my last maths lesson sat next to Janek ever, I slipped him a note. On it said I thought he was a cool and chill guy and if he wanted to hang out over the summer.

He replied to me on discord that evening saying "I'm not sure."

It's not a no... but I haven't had a reply since, and Harley sent a message to him thru my phone last night asking if he wanted to hang out this weekend. Still no reply.

Since we basically finished yesterday, Matty held a pool party at theirs for the whole council to go to - Harley, Peter, Carter, Bella, Harry, Reagan and Angel, one of Harley's super chill friends who I went on a trip in year seven with. Matty's little brothers were there as well, and it was super fun.

We tried playing chicken jousting with me on Bella's shoulders and Reagan on Matty's, but we decided it probably wasn't smart as the pool definitely wasn't safe. Reagan dumped me in the water by picking me up bridal style and then simply dropping me, and from then on I was fucking freezing. Harry became a swamp monster and chilled in the pool for at least an hour, just vibing in a donut and telling me how I should deal with the Janek situation (and then Harley messaged Janek for me)

Bella was an absolute demon in the pool the whole time and there's a hilarious photo of her looking like she's gonna steal your soul at any second.

My signed shirt has doodles from her all over it lmao- a bit like my primary school signed shirt as well. Matty's party was seriously great though, and I hope at some point the lot of us will be able to meet up again before we get to college in September.

Today, I have done literally nothing except stare at the "Hi" message I got from Sheldon, of whom I cut off in January, and question what the hell he wants.

I sent a reply, simply stating "give me a good reason to trust you and maybe we can talk"

A compromise, of sorts. Because frankly, I don't trust a weasel who can't respect my boundaries. But I've learnt from Mattson that people can somewhat change.

Somewhat.

I'll be back tomorrow, probably doing nothing again. I do need to go thru all my old shit to make room for my shit for college tho - so that's basically my plan for this afternoon.

~CM

[kinetic-elaboration]

June 10: Out to Lunch

Everything this weekend is just pointing to my social events. Today, I got up and did a few chores before lunch. My former co-worker and I had a really nice time, caught up on things and just chatted. I hadn't seen her since March so I'm glad we were able to meet up.

I had just a sandwich and chips and a large fancy-coffee-drink, but I don't know, maybe it was too much. When I got home, I took a nap, and when I woke up I still felt like I had just eaten. I gathered myself enough to do some more chores, including actually sweeping my floor, which I never do and then when I get around to it I'm like oh!! that's a lot of dust!! I should do this more often lol!!

At some point, I just switched over from 'my stomach feels weird because I'm way too full' to 'my stomach feels weird because I'm hungry' without any real in between, so I grabbed a late dinner.

The picnic is tomorrow... I don't like the uncertainty of not knowingwhen exactly I'm leaving for it but like whatever. I guess I'll just have to be up and ready early-ish. Blllaaaarh. I really have given so little thought to this thing, I'm like, well, I'll just go and see what happens and what it's like, even though I can't picture it, and usually not being able to picture things gives me anxiety. Growth or denial? I'm not sure.

[moonchildstyles]

someone making a comment about prosecco h about how he should date his age and it sends yn into a spiral like "oh god this isn't a good idea"

Would love to see the first fight for Prosecco (or any one i love the first fight one shots for ur other series lol)

Prosecco angst!! Pleaseeeee

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"(Y/N), love, c'mon." 

Harry's feigned exasperation fell short the more his smile grew. His arms were wrapped securely around her waist as she clung to him, legs hitched around his hips in her effort to not let him go. 

"I don't want you to leave." 

(Y/N)'s pout could be heard from miles away, Harry didn't even need the confirmation of her puffed lips pressed against his throat. He only sighed at her whining, the sentiment the same thing she'd been saying since he unraveled himself from the sheets of his bed and her legs. 

"We've spent the whole weekend together, haven't we?" he attempted to soothe her, running his palm along the span of her back, "And, you'll still be here when I come home, right? No reason to pout about that, is there?" 

"Yes, there is," she argued, her petulant tone making Harry's grin widen, "I don't want you to leave at all. Tell them you're sick and we'll lay in bed all day. You can go to work tomorrow instead, when I have class and can't miss you." 

"That's the same thing y'told me last week, and I really did take the day off, remember?" he told her, walking them back to the kitchen counter where his abandoned mug of coffee sat in wait after he was distracted, "Don't think I can get away with that again, sweetheart." 

A quiet humph sounded from where she was huddled in his neck as he settled her on the ledge of the kitchen counter. Despite the stable surface now under her bottom, she didn't bother to unravel herself from around Harry's form, thighs still cinched around his hips and arms looped around his neck. 

"Can you work from home, then?" 

"I wish, but I don't have any of m'things with me. And, I've got to be at a meeting today with some of our new clients." Harry dropped a kiss to her shoulder once he saw them deflate at all the reasons he couldn't stay him and lie in with her, no matter how much he wanted to. 

"Fine," she relented, peeling herself away from his neck only enough to get a look at his face. 

Just as he expected, even though she was giving up on her fight, her features were still molded into the sad puppy look she had begun to realize was something he had a hard time resisting. 

"Don't look so sad, darling," he cooed to her, ducking his head to press a kiss to the tip of he nose, "I'll be home soon, 'kay? Y'can even call me on my lunch if y'really miss me that much." 

"We just had so much fun this weekend, I don't want it to be over already," she told him, canting her head to the side as she gazed up at him. 

"We did, didn't we?" he smiled at her, thinking abut their weekend full of nothing but lounging around in bed and going out to eat when (Y/N) got too antsy in the house and wanted to dress up. "I promise we'll do it all again this weekend, pretty girl. Jus' need to get through work first, right?" 

"Okay," she sighed, "Maybe we can go to the aquarium this weekend?" 

Harry's smile winded at her words, dimples deep in his cheeks. "We can definitely do that, sweetheart. I'll buy the tickets today, alright?" 

She brightened some at his promise, giving him the smile he was missing since she decided to be his pouty girl. "Thank you, H." 

His arms around her waist tightened at her quiet gratitude. There was nothing he loved more than making her happy. With his grip, he pulled her just to the edge of the kitchen counter as her body relaxed, legs now dangling on either side of his with her arms a loose loop around his neck. 

"Now, give me a kiss before I go. 'M already going to be running late," Harry requested, dipping his head down with a nudge to her nose with his own. 

(Y/N) complied with no convincing, happily pressing her lips to his. Her kiss tasted like the fruit he cubed up for her for breakfast, warding off the bitter afternotes of the coffee he barely had time to brush from his teeth before (Y/N) pounced on him with pleas to stay home. 

"Love you," he murmured against her lips, planting a small smattering of pecks across her mouth before pulling away. 

"Love you, too," she told him, bright smile on her lips, "Text me when you're on lunch so I can call you." 

"You know I will, darling," he told her, giving her one more kiss before finally stepping out from between her legs. 

(Y/N) hopped off the counter and followed him for the send off, the length his button down swaying over her thighs as she followed him. As much as he hated to leave her, the idea of her waiting at his home for him, dressed in his clothes and full of love for him made his heart race. He'd never had someone to come home to like this, even if they weren't officially moved in together yet. That thought made the days a little easier to get through. 

With one more blown kiss in her direction and a wave before he pulled off, Harry tried his best to start his day despite the fact he was leaving his heart behind.

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(Y/N) was bored. 

Harry's house wasn't that fun when he wasn't there with her, she decided. She went through and finished up the laundry they started the day before and changed the sheets out on his bed, and even made sure she had all of her toiletries packed up in her bag so she could go home after dinner tonight, but that only filled a few hours before she was lounging on his couch watching a reality dating show she couldn't believe really found love for these people. Her only saving grace was the fact that the lunch hour was approaching. 

Despite the fact she had already promised to call him during the break this morning, these lonesome hours allowed her to think up an idea that sounded much more fun the longer she laid  out on his couch. 

She was going to go see him. 

She was going to pick up some lunch on the way there, and actually go see him for the first time at his big office. Planning her outfit took all of twenty minutes as she refused to take off his shirt, deciding to pair it with a pair of jeans that Harry had told her made her butt look good and the pearled headband she wore on their first date. It was a fun distraction, getting ready, as she primped her hair and did her skincare routine—forgoing makeup for the day—before placing a pickup order at Harry's favorite little diner he takes her to when she's hungry in the middle of the night. She couldn't wait to surprise him. 

The drive to the diner was a familiar one, a quick stop that had her bubbling with excitement as she double checked the order of Harry's favorite meal and all his fixings (he loved this melt they had, the ingredients basically making up a grilled cheese until Harry added all of these bits and extras that elevated it to a 'melt' instead). As soon as she had today's lunch packed away in the passenger seat, (Y/N) put the address of Harry's office building into her GPS. A canopy of butterflies made their way through her tummy as her ETA approached with every mile she drove to his office. She'd never been before, and the fact that Harry wasn't expecting her added another layer to her bubbling nerves. Hopefully, she could find the place—and his office—easily so she couldn't have to ruin the surprise with a call asking him for directions. 

Once the towering building came into view, (Y/N) realized just how many times she'd passed it on the way to her labs for her required science class her first year of university. The glossy windows shone in the sun's rays, gleaming almost as brightly as the blocky lettering that detailed the company name over the top floor of the structure. She knew his job was important, that he made a good living and met high-profile people, but she never figured it was this important. If she was being honest, what she had pictured was a building in a business plaza with a few floors to spare for the different departments, Harry's office settled on the highest one (at max, the fifth floor). Looking at the scale of his job, she now felt a little guilty for convincing him to call in the previous week. (That didn't mean she wasn't planning on doing it again, though). 

With their lunches in hand, the plastic bag hanging off her wrist as she locked her car, (Y/N) craned her neck to gaze up the height of the building. If Harry was important as she figured he would be—should be—, he was at the top behind one of those glossy windows. He probably had a killer view. 

Going through the glass doors, (Y/N) saw a luxurious waiting room complete with a receptionist smiling behind a glass desk and a shiny set of elevators pinging behind her as people came and went. It was definitely the lunch hour if the amount of suited people sifting through the lobby with lunch pails and takeaway containers to some of the fancier restaurants nearby was anything to go by. 

"Hello," the receptionist greeted her, a bright smile on her face as that could rival the gleaming plate on her desk that detailed her name to be Seline. "Are you here to drop off a lunch delivery?" 

Glancing down at her casual look and a bag of food at her side, (Y/N) couldn't blame her for thinking she was just here to drop off some executive's food order. The one day she doesn't feel like getting all dressed up to see him.

"Oh, no," she laughed, carefully approaching the desk so she didn't make any scoffs with the worn soles of her shoes, "I'm actually here to see Harry Styles? I think he's supposed to be on his lunch break right now, so I was hoping I could eat with him if you wouldn't mind telling me where I can find his office." 

"Oh," Seline chirped with a raise of her brows, glancing down at the desktop Mac stationed on the surface of her glass desk, "I see. And may I ask for your name?" 

"Right, sorry, I'm (Y/N). His girlfriend." (Y/N) hated the way her answer felt like a question with the way her tone tilted upwards at the end. She was beginning to feel so out of place in this building, she even doubted her own name.

"His girlfriend?" Seline deadpanned, her eyes flicking from her screen to fix on (Y/N). Though she still held a pleasant expression on her face, there was something vacant entering her smile, like she wasn't entirely sure what to do about this situation. 

"Yeah," she affirmed with a jerky nod, her hair fluttering behind the hold of the headband crowing her head, "It's kind of a surprise, so..." 

(Y/N) cringed as she trailed off, wishing she had thought through her statement before she opened her mouth. 

"Oh, okay," Seline smiled, the edges turning down some as she tapped away at her keyboard. After pressing definitively on the enter key, the receptionist looked up with an apology in her eyes, "Unfortunately, I'm not able to let anyone up to see any of the executives unless I have express permission from them or an appointment on their schedule. But, I can take a message for you and let him know you stopped by?" 

A kind of anxiety (Y/N) hadn't felt since her first day of college swept through her system. She was sure Seline was doing her job, following policies in place that made the most of Harry and his colleagues' time, but (Y/N) had never felt more stupid or out of place in her life. Another set of employees dressed in suits and skirts, everything creaseless with precise pleats and expensive shoes that clacked over the tiled floor made their way out of the elevator, making (Y/N) feel that much more out of place with the holes in her jeans and the wrinkles in her borrowed shirt. She hadn't even bothered to brush her hair before she left. 

The bag of food at her side crinkled as she shifted, grabbing for her phone from her pocket. "Um, could I actually give him a call, really quick? I-I'm sure he'll let me up, I just didn't know he needed to let you know." 

"Of course, take your time," Seline offered, dropping her skeptical gaze to (Y/N)'s flowery cased phone, "As soon as I have his permission come through my system, I can buzz the elevator for you." 

Peeping out a thank you, (Y/N) scurried off to one of the white leather seats that decorated the waiting area. She was sure no one was paying her any mind as she fiddled with her phone, getting frustrated when her Face I.D. wasn't accepted with the way her hands were shaking, but she swore every person that passed through the waiting area—especially Seline—had their eyes glued to the silly girl that was trying to bypass protocol to see her 'boyfriend'. 

By the time she had the phone pressed to her ear with Harry's contact pulled up, (Y/N) worried she was going to scream if the plastic bag with their food crinkled one more time in the quiet lobby. 

"Sweetheart, I was jus' about to text you," Harry greeted her, his voice offering a flood of relief. 

"Harry, hi—uh—I'm at your office." She cringed as the words left her mouth, knowing Seline could definitely hear the way she wobbled through her words. "But—um—I'm not allowed up until you say its okay." 

"You are? Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I didn't know y'were coming," Harry prattled off after a beat, the sound of a keyboard tapping in the background. 

"It's okay, I was trying to surprise you with lunch and everything," she murmured, feeling silly now in her plan. Of course she wasn't going to be escorted to someone's corporate office without some kind of permission or appointment. At least they were getting it figured out. 

"Oh, pretty girl," Harry cooed through the phone, his smile evident in his tone, "That's so sweet of you. I can't wait to see you." He paused for a moment before she heard a ping on the line. "Alright, I sent my access code down to Seline, she'll buzz y'right up, yeah? Once you're on m'floor, just need to take a right to Shelly's desk and you'll need to tell her your name but she'll let you in right away." 

"Thank you, H," she sighed as her shoulders sagged in relief. With a proper plan in place, (Y/N) could breathe. "Love you." 

"Love you too, gorgeous. I'll see you in a minute." 

After hanging up, Seline waved her over as soon as (Y/N) stowed her phone in her pocket. "Mr. Styles' permission just came through!" she beamed at her, "I'm so sorry about that confusion, Ms. (Y/N). Mr. Styles just didn't let me know he was expecting anyone and you look so young, I was worried a daughter of one of his clients got a little too attached over a client dinner or something." Seline laughed as if she had told (Y/N) one of her funniest jokes as she clicked away at her keyboard, the up arrow above one of the elevators lighting up as she pressed enter. Swiping a keycard from a drawer on her desk, Seline handed it out with a polite smile on her face. "Scan this at the elevator, and go to floor twenty. Have a nice lunch, Ms. (Y/N)." 

(Y/N) swallowed as she took the keycard, reciprocating the polite smile the receptionist gave her though (Y/N) could bet her own was nothing more than a shaky imitation. She worked robotically as she followed the directions she was given, the keycard taking a moment to scan as she couldn't steady her hand. 

She looked so young that Seline worried she was a daughter of one of Harry's clients coming to stalk him? Alone in the elevator with her distorted reflecting staring back at her in the mirrored panels that slated the walls, (Y/N) didn't know what to think. Of course it was never a secret that there was a lengthy gap in age between she and H—the very reason he had waited so long in becoming close to her—but never had that fact been so blatantly presented to her. 

Sure, (Y/N) didn't do herself any favors with her makeup-less face and rumpled outfit, but she didn't think she particularly looked like someone's teen daughter who sought after a man of her father's demographic. Shaking off the comment, she tried to remind herself of the relief of finally getting out of that lobby and getting closer and closer to her Harry—her comfort zone. All she had to do was talk to Shelly, and she was in. No more crinkling plastic bag or scuffs of her shoes over the expensive tile. 

Once the elevator dinged, the number twenty illuminated over the door, (Y/N) let out a breath. This floor held the same ambiance as the waiting room she'd just left—clean lines, light colors, and glass fixtures everywhere. Office doors with titles and names lined the length of the hall. Each sprawling end was serrated by the lobby area that almost perfectly emulated the one below, only smaller. 

The same glass desk as Seline's was stationed in the middle of the lobby, the main fixture in the area with the gleaming iMac and tall vase of neutral flowers on the edge. A desk plate inscribed with Shelly across the brass shone in the sunlight seeping through the windows. But, there was no Shelly to be seen. 

Peering down the hall, (Y/N) spotted what looked like it could be the office to the Chief Officer of Brand Relationships, or his better known name: Harry Styles. Without Shelly there, and her safe haven within her sights, (Y/N) figured she'd just toe her way down the hall and get to his office by herself. Just as she moved to bypass the glass desk, the sound of heels tapping over the elaborately titled floors sounded from the hall behind her. 

Looking over her shoulder, (Y/N) paused when she realized who was clicking over the floor. 

"Hello, sorry about that I was—" Shelly cut herself off, her brows furrowing once she was close enough to realize who was standing in her lobby, "(Y/N)?" 

"Hi, Shelly," (Y/N) awkwardly greeted her, taking in her classmate from the Business English course she took before (Y/N) realized she would rather die than have anything to do with writing business polices and handbook guides. She'd never seen Shelly so dressed up, used to her curls being tied into a poof on the top of her head with baggy sweatsuits covering her form. Here, she was clad in a smart skirt with the matching top tucked in, complete with the resounding heels that clacked over the floor, hair in defined and shiny ringlets. (Y/N) swallowed before she spoke again, "I didn't know you worked here." 

"Oh yeah," Shelly waved off, a pinch remaining in her brow, "this is where I do my internship hours." 

When she paused, this is what (Y/N) had been scared of. She and Shelly certainly weren't close enough to maintain a bubbling conversation with anything other than surface level small talk before settling into a static silence. 

"That's nice," (Y/N) smiled, forcing herself to keep from grabbing for her phone out of habit at the feel of the awkward air, "How do you like it?" 

Shelly gave her a generic smile, one she most likely trained herself for with this job. "It's really nice, thanks for asking. Super nice place, and the food is awesome around here so there's always fun lunch breaks to be had." They both broke out into polite laughs, (Y/N) trying to ease herself when she saw Shelly's eyes drop to the plastic bag at her side. "Are you here dropping off food for someone?" 

Round two begins. 

"Oh no," (Y/N) shook her head, schooling her features as best she could, "I'm here to see—um—Harry Styles, actually. He said he sent a permi—"

"You're Mr. Styles' girlfriend?" 

(Y/N) nervously began to pluck at the buttons of her top with her restless fingers. Though her smile was beginning to waver, she kept up her polite facade. "That's me," she chirped with a shrug, faux-nonchalance greasing her joints.

"Oh," Shelly sounded, eyes wide with brows raised as she rounded the side of her desk. In seconds her gaze was flitting over her computer screen, incredulous look still pasted to her face by the time she finally looked up at (Y/N) again. "You're the one that talked to Seline downstairs?" 

"Yeah," (Y/N) replied simply, unsure of where else to go with a question like that. 

Shelly hummed, leaning down and typing out something on the keyboard before she stood to the full of her height and gave her attention to (Y/N), though she wished she could give it back. "You're having lunch with him today?" 

"Yeah," she parroted, the bag at her side crinkling at the worst time, "I called him when I was downstairs, so he should know I'm here and everything already." 

"Right," Shelly laughed, shaking her head with a fluff to her curls as she seemingly remembered where she was, "Sorry about that. I got Seline's message that Mr. Styles' girlfriend was here to see him, you're just not what I was expecting." She rounded her desk once more with a pleasant smile, heels clacking.

Gesturing for (Y/N) to follow her with a quiet right this way, Shelly started her down the same hallway (Y/N) had seen Harry's nameplate. As much as she had wanted to scurry away and hide in Harry's office before, (Y/N) dragged her feet during the trek. Maybe she was nothing but a glutton for punishment, unable to let the draining weeds growing in her head go unfed, but she couldn't help herself before the next question left her lips. 

"What do you mean?"

"Hm?" Shelly hummed, falling back to walk in line with (Y/N). 

"Just—I mean..." (Y/N) stuttered, cringing at herself for stumbling so hard over her words in the quiet hallway. "Um, what were you expecting when you heard his girlfriend was coming?" 

"Oh," Shelly chirped, slowing even further as she directed her gaze to the ceiling with a pucker to her lips as she thought. "No one specific, really. I don't know, I figured it would be some kind of executive lady, or something. Oh, wait! Do you remember Prof Frances?" 

(Y/N) stopped herself from taking in the deep breath that ached to be a sigh at the mention of one of the teachers that was well known across campus. She was a super beautiful woman, someone that people were known to take her class for with only the intention of staring at her and trying their hand at flirting with her during office hours. She was a kind woman, reserved and quiet when not up front lecturing, but held the kind of confidence that only came with age and loving the body you were in and the person you were. She was grown. Of course, Shelly would picture someone like that for Harry. 

Cool, confident, and sure of herself. Her beauty was only a plus and her age was much more well matched for Shelly's Mr. Styles. 

"I remember her." 

"I guess I pictured someone like her then," Shelly bubbled off, shrugging her shoulders as they came to a stop by Harry's door, "All tall and dark and everything. I definitely wasn't expecting one of my classmates." 

(Y/N) gave a polite laugh to Shelly's attempt at a joke. She felt entirely too stiff in the lungs and tight in her tummy to think of anything sunny at the the moment. 

"It was really nice to see you, though," Shelly chirped, eyes bright as she turned, "Let me know when you're planning on coming by next time, and I can tell Seline so she can have the keycard and everything waiting for you." 

Getting out a weak thanks, (Y/N) watched as Shelly knocked on Harry's office door before cracking it open enough to stick her head through and let him know his guest was here. The sound of Harry's deep voice sounding through his office, though muffled by the time it reached (Y/N)'s ears, did enough to soothe her anxieties before she was ushered over the threshold with Shelly shutting the door behind her. 

"Hi, sweetheart," Harry smiled at her, rising from his spot behind his desk with open arms, "'M so happy to see you, c'mere." 

It was instinct the way she moved across the office, dropping the bag of food into one of the chairs opposing his desk with her bag and keys. (Y/N) smushed her face against his chest as soon as she was close enough, looping her arms around his middle while Harry's became a cradle around her shoulders. 

"Hi," she peeped against his chest, eyes falling closed. 

"My pretty girl," he hummed as he dropped a kiss to the top of her head. "Best surprise ever, you know that?" 

"Good," she tried to laugh, urging her lungs to relax, "I was starting to worry that I wasn't supposed to be here." 

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, unpeeling himself from around her. Shifting his grip, he laced a hand through hers while he reached for the bag of food on his desk, a smile appearing on his face when he noticed the restaurant name on the plastic. 

Flashing back to the tight air that filtered through the lobby downstairs and the unexpected run-in with a classmate, (Y/N) only shrugged. Fanning her gaze across his office, she followed after him as he took her to the comfortable pair of chairs stationed by the floor to ceiling window that plated one side of his office. The perfect spot to schmooze clients and lunch with other executives. 

"It's just really fancy here, and all," (Y/N) settled on as she sunk into the plush leather of the chair. 

A huffed laugh left Harry's lips as he doled out the contents of the bag, packets of silverware and napkins being shared on the sidetable planted between the chairs. "Yeah, a little, isn't it? Definitely not what it used to be when I started working here." 

(Y/N) only nodded as he spoke, a small smile on her face. She wanted to be here with Harry, talking about his work, seeing his excitement when he realized what she picked up for him, or just allowing the fact she was spending time with him to wash over her. She wanted all of that, but each time she felt herself relax, a moment of Seline's quickly concealed judgement or Shelly's bordering-on-disrespectful surprise flashed through her memory. 

Should she even be here right now? 

"Pretty girl, y'got me my melt!" Harry chirped with a bright smile, bringing her attention back to the moment where an unopened takeaway box sat on her lap. 

A genuine curve of her lips molded her features. This was what she had been looking forward to when she thought up her plan. "And, I even made sure they put all that gross stuff you like on there." 

Harry scoffed and made a face as he reached for a pack of cutlery. "'S not gross to have mushrooms on a melt, love. At least 'm not dipping it in ketchup or something worse." 

With a pointed glance in her direction, Harry waited for the explosion she was going to give him. 

"Harry Styles, that was one time, and I was drunk. It's not fair to keep bringing that up!" 

The bright smile on his face was reward enough for all the trouble she'd gone through to make it to his office. "'S jus' shocking, that's all," Harry pressed, his curls falling over his forehead as he shook his head, "As a self-proclaimed grilled cheese purist, I expected a little better out of you." 

Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) cracked open her own box. From the corner of her eye, she could see Harry digging into his lunch, spinach leaves and avocado smears edging out the back of the sandwich. 

"You know," he started, swallowing down his bite while (Y/N) twirled her side of macaroni on her fork, "y'should be happy that's the most embarrassing thing you've done around me while drunk. By the time I was your age, I had friends who had to babysit me at parties after this one time I tried to eat some girl's cigarette. I only have photos to prove that even happened, though because I don't remember a second of it." 

Normally, (Y/N) would have been enamored at the mention of what Harry was like when he was university aged like her. But, today the phrase of when I was your age, struck a cord in her. 

There hadn't been too much thought in her head about their age gap when she met Harry. The only time she had really thought about it was when Harry brought it up, telling her that he hadn't wanted to pursue her sooner in hopes of avoiding making her uncomfortable. When he had told her that, she remembered the way she canted her head to the side with a furrow in her brow; the fact he was thirty-five (or close to, when they met) hadn't been something that sounded all that bad to her. If he had showed her any kind of interest earlier, (Y/N) wouldn't have given it a single thought before trying to subtly flirt her way into his life. 

Today had been the first time she really had to confront their age gap in a way that didn't make her feel protected and warm. 

Sure, she could understand a moment's hesitation. They weren't a traditional coupling, and that was fine, but hearing more than once that she was not what others had expected to be Harry's girlfriend got under her skin. The mention of a previous professor just about sealed the deal for (Y/N). 

Of course, someone his age would be able to bond over the same things they grew up with, the same formative years and pop culture references. Of course, he would be better matched to someone with the same level of maturity who was on the same chapter of their life. 

"What's got y'thinking so hard over there, sweetheart? Making me nervous y'jus' remembered y'left the stove on or something." Harry's joking brought her back to the present, the bright open space of his office greeting her from where she emerged in the back of her head. 

(Y/N) shook her head, "Nothing. I was watching Love Island before I left, and those people are so weird sometimes." As expected Harry's smile turned crooked at the mention of the television show she had managed to get him sucked into on more than one occasion. 

"Yeah? What happened this time?" 

"Too much, I'll have to show you later," (Y/N) brushed off. She could barely remember half of the contestants' names right now, let alone recall any specific scene of the episode she watched today. She had much bigger things on her mind. "Can I ask you something, H?" 

The responding hum he gave her was enough to have (Y/N) pushing at the fries littering her takeaway box as she tried to construct her question. 

"Have you... You've told people about us, right?" 

Harry nodded his head as he plucked a dangling piece of spinach off his melt. "Yeah, I've mentioned y'to my colleagues and all and talked about you at a couple of events and everything. Why?" 

Urging herself to be nonchalant, (Y/N) tried her best despite the robotic motion of her shoulders as she shrugged. "Both of the people I talked to—the receptionists—seemed really surprised to see me." 

"I mean, y'surprised even me, sweetheart," Harry laughed, smiling around the French fry he tossed in his mouth. 

"I know. I guess, it was like they were surprised to see me. Like, they couldn't believe that I was your girlfriend." (Y/N) zipped her lips before she could manage to spill any more of what was running through her head while she had been pinned under the microscope of his employee's gazes. 

 A furrow pinched at his brow as he wiped at his mouth. "I don't really show pictures of you, or anything since 's no one's business," Harry paused as he spoke, "But, I can start doing that if y'want? Was thinking about putting a picture of you on m'desk anyway, so we can start there." 

While the mention of being a fixture on Harry's work desk was a sweet sentiment, that wasn't exactly what she had been shooting for. She didn't know how to tell him about what had happened out in the waiting areas, not wanting to cause any problems or drama, and Harry didn't seem to understand what she was hinting at. She could always bring it up later, once he was out of his work clothes and (Y/N) wasn't feeling so raw from the experience. 

With that thought, (Y/N) brushed off the memories and sunk herself into the leather of her chair. 

"You'd put me on your desk?" she smiled at him, trying not to picture what Seline or Shelly would do if they saw a photograph of Mr. Styles with his co-ed girlfriend in his office. 

"Course," Harry cemented, a sweet smile on his features, "It'd be a whole lot easier than unlocking m'phone every five minutes to see your picture." 

Though there was a dark corner in the back of her mind that couldn't even begin to prune the poisonous weeds growing there, (Y/N) did her best to accept Harry's sweetness as it was. 

He loved her and she loved him back just as much, that was all that mattered. 

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By the time (Y/N) made it back to Harry's house, she couldn't think of another time she had been this exhausted. 

Lunch with him was perfect after she managed to banish those inflammatory feelings from her mind, but it was the trek back downstairs when his lunch hour was up that wrung her out. Shelly was behind her desk when (Y/N) left Harry's office, giving her a polite smile and see you later  pinged in (Y/N)'s head knowing that the next time she would see the receptionist would be on her college campus. Seline was just as polite, but still vacant as she flicked her gaze to (Y/N)'s shoes that squeaked over the tile on accident. 

It was nothing they said, but the way they looked at her that had (Y/N) fidgeting on the drive back. Shelly could be a bit of a gossip from what (Y/N) could remember back when they shared a class, and it wouldn't surprise her to find out that the ding she heard from Seline's computer was a message from Shelly dishing about Mr. Styles' girlfriend. 

(Y/N) was an overthinker and she knew that. The stupidest things in class could have her up at night analyzing every moment in fear she said the wrong thing or wasn't nice enough in a single moment. Everything with Andrew and Iris that happened forever ago had made her lose many weeks of sleep trying to figure out where she had gone wrong to cause either of them to treat her so poorly. When she and Harry started getting closer, she remembered the nights she would lay with her eyes on the ceiling trying to figure out if the way he said 'just friends' really meant they were only friends or if she should put more stock in the way he held her to his side and clung to her hand as he walked her home. She spun herself out on more than one occasion, and it appeared her power was needed once more. 

Stepping over the threshold to his house, (Y/N) was washed over with Harry's scent. Though the hallmarks of the typical comfort she felt walking into his space remained, she still had that lingering feeling of being out of place. Just like she had at his office. 

She kept her shoes on as she trekked through the space, forgoing the usual ritual of shucking them off before placing them beside Harry's own collection by the door. Her bag hung limply in her hand as he walked down the hall. She felt ready to bolt at a moment's notice like a spooked animal. 

Though he was partial to hanging art pieces through his home, Harry still had his fair share of personal photos pasted to the walls. A panel dedicated to his family and friends stole (Y/N)'s attention as she approached his room, eyes grazing the pictures. Many were with the friend group she was now apart of, majority with Harry's closest friends of the bunch, Mitch and Sarah. She could see holidays and getaways spent with his people; tan as he vacationed with Mitch and Tom and Jeff in Jamaica, and bundled up with a cap covering his curls while spending time in Japan. 

Trailing her eyes through the photographs, Harry's smile seemed to show the brightest in pictures with his family. More often than not, his mother and sister were tucked underneath his arms, matching smiles on their faces as they gazed into the lens. The trio of them all looked so similar; dark hair and pretty eyes, dimples and high cheekbones. 

(Y/N) wondered if his mom smiled like that when Harry told her about his girlfriend. When he told her that his girlfriend was still in university and had to have Harry order for her when they went out because she was too anxious to do it herself. Did those dimples still crater her cheeks when Harry detailed out how his girlfriend's ID was still skeptically looked at by bouncers and bartenders, a handful of them even blatantly asking if it was a fake or giving Harry a dirty look for corralling some young girl out to the bars with him. (Y/N) wondered how his sister reacted the first time she saw a photo of them on instagram, and even moreso when she had inevitably perused (Y/N)'s page after and found teenaged photos that weren't that far down the feed. 

Did either of them look the way Seline had? Did they share that same shocked surprise that Shelly had written all over her face?

Shaking her head, (Y/N) willed herself to go to his room, tearing her gaze from the wall of photos that she was only using to hurt her own feelings. Those weeds of doubt that had sprouted back at Harry's office had vined around her mind and taken her hostage with no escape route in place. 

(Y/N) knew in her heart that Harry was her perfect match; she could trust herself on that decision. No one had loved or cared for her the way he did. No one she had ever known texted her in the middle of the day just because they saw a bundle of clouds that looked like this little plush dog (Y/N) had loved as a kid. No one called her first thing in the morning with the express purpose of leaving her a voicemail to wake up to. 

She knew that Harry was her perfect match, but maybe she wasn't his. 

Was she holding him back? There could be someone out there that could actually relate to him when he brought up some toy he had as a kid that was discontinued before (Y/N) was even born. Someone who could afford to treat him to more than a cup of coffee or lunch at a greasy diner. There could be someone who could fit him better, but he was too busy entertaining her to find them.

Sinking into the edge of his mattress, (Y/N) hung her head in her hands with her elbows digging into her thighs. She knew she needed to stop herself right now, right where she was in her never-ending process of negativity. She wasn't being rational. 

Harry loved her and he wouldn't waste his time on someone the didn't believe was worth it. And, (Y/N) knew she loved him just as much, if not more than he did her. Spiraling over all of this wasn't helpful to anyone, especially when she knew there was no reason to doubt her gut or her place in Harry's life. 

But, that insecurity that rooted itself in her brain and guilt that had flooded in along with it wasn't that easy to boot. 

Pulling her head from her hands, she looked to the mess of her stuff she had made by his closet door, duffle bag left open with her clothes spilling out from all sides. (Y/N) sighed as she stood up, reaching down to clean up the mess she left on his floor after rifling through for her outfit for the day. In a pang of bitterness, she couldn't help but knock herself down with the thought that Prof Frances would never leave a mess like this at Harry's house. She was too mature, and put together to leave her charging cable laying along the floor with extra underwear hanging out of the side pocket to her bag. 

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) shoved her things harder into her bag, wrinkling and mushing her clothes into a lump of fabric. She was mad at herself for getting so hung up over this all; it wasn't even bad what was said today! Sure it was a bit annoying to be compared to a teenager and told that her old professor would be a more predictable fit for Harry, but no one was out to hurt her feelings—it had only been herself knocking her down. Slumping back on her heels before her bag, (Y/N) wondered if she might have better luck of shaking this feeling if she just went home. 

There, she could shower using her fancy body scrub that was too hard to transport for sleepovers at Harry's, use her sweet-smelling shampoo and even do a face mask and wipe away everything that had bothered her today. At home she could lick her wounds and be a better partner to Harry when she wasn't so raw and down on herself. While she thought she hid it pretty well over lunch how upset she was, she knew it wasn't fair to Harry to wait for him to come home after a long day and pretend she was in the best of moods. 

With a sigh, brows pinched at the middle, (Y/N) hooked her overnight bag over her shoulder before reaching for her phone. She had her eyes placed on her phone as she left his room, making a point to bypass the wall of family photos without a glance. 

     hey h I think Im gonna go home:( im not feeling super good and really want to shower at my place and sleep some before class tomorrow. ill bring your shirt back after I wash it and everything. sorry :(

Her hands shook as he pressed send before locking his front door behind her. Locking her phone, (Y/N) made her way to her car with a pit in her tummy. It didn't feel good to lie to Harry, especially when it was a lie that would keep her from spending time with him. She didn't even want to see the inevitable sweet text he would send back, most likely offering to drop off soup or come by for a cuddle if she needed someone to help take care of her. In the long run, though, she knew this time apart would be good for them. 

That's why even when Harry texted her back with with a sad face and a promise that it was alright, pretty girl, she couldn't waver. Even when he sent her another message after he had assumed she'd fallen asleep while she was taking her time in the shower that he missed her and couldn't wait to see her later this week. He was here for her if she needed anything, he reminded her. 

Locking her phone without responding that night was the hardest thing she had to do. 

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Harry felt his heart ache when he stepped out of the shower, looping towel around his waist as he saw (Y/N) hadn't texted him back still. Poor thing really must not be feeling well if she conked out at seven, his little night owl. 

He hadn't been too surprised when she messaged him earlier in the day to let him know she wasn't feeling well, but it still made his shoulders drop at the prospect of her not being there when he got home. She had been a bit off during lunch, lost in her head and reluctant to eat more than a few bites before she claimed she was full from breakfast still. He was worried about her when he saw that she hadn't even been enticed by the side of macaroni and cheese she ordered for herself, the diner being one of her favorite places to have it. If not for the fact she told him she wanted to get some sleep in so she could be well enough for class tomorrow, Harry would have insisted in going to her place after he got off work. But, he knew that if he stopped by, she would do what she always did and try to stay awake as long as possible with him. 

If she wasn't well enough by Wednesday when they had plans to see one another, he wouldn't take no for an answer to bring her some soup or coddle her through her bug, like she had declined tonight instead for sleep. 

Settling into bed, Harry was wrapped in (Y/N)'s scent that puffed through his comforter as he fluffed it around himself. When he closed his eyes, it was like she was still with him. 

After setting his alarm early enough he had time to call (Y/N) and leave a good morning voicemail and make his cup of coffee before heading to work, Harry filled his head with all the love and affection he wished he could be giving to (Y/N) in that moment. Hopefully she would feel some of it and know he was thinking about her, and could help her feel somewhat better.

Harry hoped she was thinking about him, too.

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Though the threat of a day's worth of classes loomed over her head, (Y/N) woke on Wednesday morning feeling worlds better than she had even twenty-four hours prior. She had made the right choice in staying with herself for a couple of days, having all that time to spend with herself to get her head screwed on straight and talk herself down from the spiraling decline she had set herself up for. 

Tuesday had been a hard day to get through, especially as she started the day with a mention of her faux-illness in Harry's morning voicemail. That guilt she felt about holding him back, not being the right person to make him happy only increased ten-fold when she tacked on the fact she had lied to get away from him for a couple of nights. But, since she had all that time to herself she was allowed to wallow for a few hours before being sucked into real life and having to exit her head. 

The reality of it all was that it didn't matter what ran through Seline's head when she saw who her boss's girlfriend was. Same thing with Shelly; she had assumed Harry would be interested in someone like Prof Frances, but that wasn't true. Harry was interested in someone like (Y/N), and she loved him back just as much. That was all that mattered, and if anyone really had any issues, any quarrels about her age or whether or not she was an appropriate person for Harry to be in love with, didn't. She was happy with him, completely dedicated and willing to be in this relationship, and she knew he felt the same. That was all that mattered. 

By the time she'd gone to sleep on Tuesday night, (Y/N) was still happy to have this time to herself (especially since she was doing all kinds of body skincare that entailed her hands to be wrapped in serum soaked gloves and feet to be in the same situation), she missed Harry. At least this time she didn't pretend to be asleep while he was texting her. 

Wednesday morning was a piece of cake by then. The pit of anxiety that had weighed her down since Monday was finally gone, and (Y/N) couldn't have been more excited to see Harry that night. 

She just had to get through class first. 

By the time her final class of the day started—creative writing with Prof Daniels at two p.m every Wednesday and Friday—(Y/N) was excited. She actually really loved the current assignment for the class, and didn't feel even a tint of exhaustion at the idea of having plans after she was done for the day. If she made enough progress on her draft today, she might even be able to share what she had done with Harry and see what he thought. 

After Mr. Daniels made his introduction for the day, reminding the class of the first draft's due date and what themes are meant to be focused on for this assignment, he retired to his office for the hour leaving everyone to independently work and make progress on their drafts. A few of her classmates left once their professor went to his office, getting the attendance grade before going off to do whatever else they wanted for the day, but (Y/N) stayed planted in her spot, headphones in her ears.

Wanting to start off on the right foot when this project was announced, (Y/N) had outlined the general flow of the piece with each of the required themes weaved throughout, making this entire process much easier than she had in the past. (Y/N) had found her groove moments later, typing away at her laptop with quick glances back and forth at her handwritten outline. Much of the class had emptied out for the hour when she bothered to take a look around, but she didn't mind being one of the few that took advantage of this allotted time to finish her work. Besides, she didn't want to go home and forget what time it was while she was working only to have Harry come in to see her still in her sweats when she had something a little bit prettier planned to greet him with. 

When (Y/N) had just made it through the first section of her piece, out of the corner of her eye she noticed someone settling in the seat beside her. A quick glance showed it was one of the girls in her class that she often peer reviewed with, Isla. She was someone (Y/N) had met through Iris but wasn't all that close to either of them, which (Y/N) was thankful for after everything that had happened; she was nice during peer reviews and gave honest feedback, and (Y/N) would have hated having to find someone else in the class if she insisted on being loyal to Iris. 

Isla's body was positioned in her seat to face (Y/N), knees pointed toward her with a smile on her face. Her laptop was still stationed at the typical desk she occupied, so (Y/N) figured she wasn't switching her seating situation. Plucking a headphone out of her ear, (Y/N) paused her music. 

"Hey," she greeted Isla, voice quiet despite the fact almost all of her remaining classmates had their own headphones on and music playing, "What's up?" 

"Hey, (Y/N)," Isla smiled at her, quickly glancing at her phone that was lit up in her lap, "I'm so sorry to bother you, I know we're supposed to be working on our stories." 

"Its okay," (Y/N) brushed off, giving her attention to Isla despite the blinking cursor on her screen that urged her to keep going, "Did you need help with something?" 

Isla shook her head, red curls fluttering around her face, "Oh no, this is actually super weird. But, my roommate told me something that didn't sound right, but I wanted to ask you if it was true." 

A furrow pinched at (Y/N)'s brow as she listened. Couldn't Isla have just googled this? 

"Okay," she started, "I don't know if I'll know the answer, but I'll try." 

Releasing her bottom lip that had gone trapped between her teeth, Isla grabbed for her phone in her lap one more time. "You know Shelly Blake, right?" 

At the mention of Shelly's name, (Y/N) felt all the color drain from her face. Nonetheless, she gave Isla a small nod, rolling her lips between her teeth. She knew where this was going.

"Well, my roommate had brunch with her this morning, I guess, and Shelly said that you're dating her boss," Isla babbled, not being nearly as quiet as (Y/N) wanted, "But I told Kerry—my roommate—that I don't think that's true because I think Shelly's boss is, like, thirty or something. But, Shelly says that you, like, went to her office and went and saw him and all, but, I don't know, I don't believe it. I know you have a boyfriend and all, but it's not him, right?" 

(Y/N)'s mouth ran dry as soon as she heard the mention of Harry's age. Of course, that would be the point of contention as to why there was no way (Y/N) could be dating Shelly's boss. 

She didn't know what to say, but (Y/N)'s silence seemed to be enough for Isla to realize her own answer. (Y/N) worried her fingers in her lap as she tried to come up with something to say, the nourishing mask she had done on her hands the night before making a much harder task of picking at her cuticles. 

"Um, actually," (Y/N) started, feigning a smile on her features so she didn't make this interaction any more awkward by showing that she was hurt, "it is true. I've been dating him for a little while now, and I just went and visited him for lunch on Monday." 

"Oh," Isla sounded, glancing back at her phone before finally locking the device and turning it facedown, "I didn't know that. I guess I always figured the guy you post on instagram was from that tech university that's an hour away or something since I'd never seen him around." 

"Oh, no," (Y/N) shook her head, pleasant face still in place, "He's an executive at Shelly's company in the city. We just don't really hang out on campus and all, obviously." 

"And he's really, like, thirty?" 

That pit (Y/N) had been afraid of returning began to open up in her tummy again, working like a blackhole as it tried to suck her in from the inside out. "Yeah—um, he's thirty-five, actually. His birthday was a couple of months ago." 

"Wow," Isla said simply, brows raising over her eyes, "I had no idea. I didn't even know you liked older guys. Or, that there were any actually cute ones around here that were willing to date college girls." 

Just as (Y/N) was about to explain that while his age was something she found attractive, she wasn't necessarily into 'older guys', she was into Harry, Isla cut her off with a bubbling gasp that fed into a set of laughter. 

"You didn't meet him on one of those sugar daddy sites, did you? Because I've always wondered if they worked, and if you did meet him on one you need to tell me which one because I need to try."

While she knew Isla was only trying to play around, (Y/N) didn't know what to say and knew she wasn't hiding it that well. She was sure Shelly or Seline had the same phrase—sugar daddy—running through their head when they realized her relationship to Harry, but neither of them had said it out loud. There was nothing inherently wrong with those kinds of arrangements, especially when everyone was happy and willing, but to have her love for Harry be reduced down to a relationship based on favors and cash hurt (Y/N) more than she realized it could. She would never use Harry for his money or take advantage of the fact he had the means to take care of her in places where she couldn't. That was never something she ever considered when she met him, or that ever crossed her mind still. 

"Oh my god, (Y/N), I'm so sorry, that's not how I meant it at all," Isla rushed out as soon as she realized her mistake, her hands out between them as if she could wipe her comment out of thin air, "I just realized how that sounded, but I promise I didn't mean it like that, at all! I know he's your actual boyfriend, and its not like that at all. I was only trying to joke around, I'm sorry!" 

"It's okay, it's okay," (Y/N) said, trying to soothe the situation as best she could and hopefully get Isla's volume down before someone overheard her, "I know you were only joking, I just wasn't expecting it, that's all." 

"Are you sure?" Isla edged, features molded into an apology.

"Totally," (Y/N) pressed, "Don't worry about it, okay? It's not a big deal." The blackhole in (Y/N)'s stomach would love to beg to differ, though. 

"Okay," Isla accepted with a reluctant smile, "Its cool if I tell my roommate that its true then? About you and Shelly's boss and all?" 

In this moment, (Y/N) would rather die than have more people know about her relationship status and the opinions that went along with it, but there was no use in stopping it now. "Yeah, of course. Just let her know we didn't meet on a sugar daddy site, so I have no idea how legit those are." 

Her comment drew a laugh out of Isla's lips, finally easing her from her faux-pas. "Thanks, (Y/N). Sorry to bother you, again." 

As Isla stood from her borrowed seat, (Y/N) shook her head. "Its totally fine." 

After sharing quiet goodbyes, (Y/N) was left alone again with Isla settling in her typical post towards the front of the room. Pushing her headphones back into her ears, (Y/N) wanted to resume where she was at in her assignment, but couldn't find the spot in her brain to concentrate. Her outline no longer seemed useful with all of her previous work feeling like it was for naught now that she couldn't concentrate for the life of her. 

She knew her resolve was fragile when she made her peace with those comments she heard on Monday, but she didn't know it was this fragile. 

Not only had she been branded a teenage stalker, but she was now a sugar baby using Harry for his money—two things that had been shared with her in less than a week. The thread holding her sanity together was moments away from snapping if someone shared one more thought about her relationship. 

With another fifteen minutes left of class, (Y/N) just decided pack it up for the day. There was no way she was going to get any work done at this point, too much else on her mind to even begin to focus on her story. With her headphones in and bag slung over her shoulder, (Y/N) made her way out of the lecture hall with a wave over her shoulder to Isla. 

The cool air outside did some good for her as she tried to clear her mind, feeling a little less trapped in the pit in her stomach with so much space around her in the quad. Now that she was alone, (Y/N) felt the urge for her eyes to fill with tears she'd been holding back for days. 

She was just so frustrated, and, god, her feelings were hurt. Why she had to field questions about the validity of her relationship at all was something she didn't understand. Then to add that the three opinions she was given this week weren't the most kind of comments that have ever been shared with her, she wanted to scream with the frustration in her bones. 

Yes, Harry was older than her, and that was where she needed the conversation to stop. She didn't need to hear about how she had been mistaken for being someone's daughter that held misplaced affection for Harry. She didn't need to explain that no, they didn't meet on a dating site with the express purpose of setting up arrangements between wealthy men and girls like herself. Everything extra she had to field and explain was pushing her into that dark, weeded corner in the back of her mind. 

Making it to her car, (Y/N) didn't have the strength to hold back her tears anymore. The tint of her windows shielded the glimmer of her tears as they fell down her cheeks, tracking through the light layer of makeup she applied that morning. Her lungs squeezed as she tried to breath through her sobs the same way her fists did at her sides.

They'd only been together for a little over half a year, and just barely scratched the surface of the kind of comments (Y/N) feared they would get until she was old enough that people didn't notice the gap between them. How much longer could she do this, if she was now sobbing in her car after only a couple of days worth of off-handed comments. 

Without much forethought, (Y/N) reached for her phone and pulled up Harry's contact.  

      i think that bug i had is coming back :( I felt a little better yesterday but today's been really hard so I don't think it would be a good idea to hang out tonight h im sorry:( I don't want to get you sick:( 

She locked her phone before she could see if he was crafting his own reply back or even read the message. She needed to be alone tonight, and that was all (Y/N) let herself focus on as she drove back home.

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Coming out of his meeting, Harry couldn't help but let his shoulders fall as he looked at (Y/N)'s text. She still wasn't feeling well? From what she told him yesterday, she was just about good as new. 

There was no way he was going to let her get away with a third day in a row of not feeling well without stopping by or doing his part to help her feel better. 

Typing out a quick reply, Harry told her he was sad to hear she still wasn't feeling good and that he missed her immensely as he mapped out his stop to the shops before rerouting himself to her apartment after he was done with work for the day. She didn't deserve to care for herself when he was perfectly capable of at least making her some dinner and helping her get to bed. 

And, call him selfish, but Harry couldn't wait to see her again.

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Armed with a plastic bag containing the ingredients to his favorite chicken soup his mom used to make him when he was young, and a bouquet of flowers he hoped would brighten her day, Harry knocked on the door to (Y/N)'s apartment. That familiar shuffling sound on the other side of the door sounded through the wood as he awaited her, a grin poking at he edges of his lips at the idea of finally seeing her again for the first time since Monday. 

By the time she opened the door with a creak, Harry's smile dropped as soon as it formed. 

(Y/N)'s eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, lashes bundled together in the fresh wetness that had seeped form her tear ducts. She halfway hid behind the door, peering at him with a quiver in her lip as she avoided his gaze. 

"What are you doing here?" 

While that wasn't exactly the greeting he had been hoping for when he decided to come over, he figured he shouldn't have set his standards up so high knowing that she was feeling sick. He had just hoped she hadn't felt so ill she had to cry over it. 

"Oh, sweetheart," Harry crooned as he gazed at her, taking a careful step forward with the toe of his boot edging over the threshold, "How are y'feeling?" 

"I'm alright," she sniffled, running a heavy hand through her hair, "I thought I told you I couldn't see you tonight." 

"I know, I jus' couldn't live with myself if I didn't come help you even a little. I brought some soup for you." The flowers he had bundled against his chest tickled underneath his chin as he readied to take over her kitchen for the night. 

When she hesitated and dropped her gaze to the floor, Harry felt his gut drop. 

"I think you should go home, Harry." 

The nasal tone of her voice accompanied the wobble of her lower lip as she spoke, her eyes flooding with a new set of tears. 

Reaching out with a reluctant hand, Harry reached for her as he tried not to step through the door no matter how badly he wanted to hold her. He didn't want to overwhelm her. 

"Sweetheart, I don't mind that you're sick, 's alright. Jus' let me take care of you, you're worrying me," he pressed. Just as his hand grazed her cheek, (Y/N) took a step back from him, widening the gap between them that was beginning to feel like a trench. 

The way (Y/N) looked up at him afterwards told him she was just as surprised that she had distanced herself. Harry didn't know what was worse: (Y/N) deliberately taking a step away from him when he tried to touch her, or her moving out of the way on instinct, her subconscious keeping him from touching her? 

"Harry, I-I think I need to be alone tonight." 

"(Y/N), really. I don't mind taking care of you, you kno—" 

"I'm not sick, Harry! I just... Let me be alone." 

Harry stood stock-still, shocked by her outburst. The way she curled up on herself afterwards, recoiling form her own words, could have broken his heart if it wasn't already on its way to being shattered from her second request for him to leave. 

"You're—I thought," Harry floundered, his hand with his bouquet of flowers dropping limply to his side, "Y'told me y'haven't been feeling well since Monday." 

Another heavy hand moved its way through her hair, a tug being administered to her scalp. "I know I did, I'm sorry. I just didn't know if I could talk to you af—" 

(Y/N) was cut off by the sound of her neighbour's door opening, a blonde haired girl walking down the hall with an awkward smile stretched on her face as she realized what she had just walked into. (Y/N) reciprocated as much as she could until her neighbour disappeared down the length of the staircase, that was when her smile dropped again. 

He knew she was feeling embarrassed as she stepped off to the side, widening the berth of the door for Harry to fit through. She gestured for him to step inside, though it lacked every bit of enthusiasm that he had grown accustomed to when he visited her. With the plastic bag crinkling at his side and the bouquet of flowers rustling in the wax paper they were wrapped in, Harry stepped through the threshold of her door, her apartment almost completely silent. 

Standing by awkwardly, Harry waited as she locked her door after him and padded her way to her living room where he stood. Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Harry glanced down at the flowers in his grasp. 

"These are for you, by the way," he murmured, offering her the bundle of white magnolias. 

With her gaze attached to the flowers, Harry watched as (Y/N)'s eyes welled up with a new batch of tears. She peeped out a thank you as she pulled the arrangement from his hand, padding off to her kitchen while Harry stood in silence. 

He didn't know what she was about to tell when her neighbor interrupted them, but he almost didn't want to know. Knowing that she hadn't been ill and was using that as an excuse to avoid him was enough to have him on edge already, he didn't want to know why she had been avoiding him in the first place. 

Relenting himself to sit on her couch, sinking into the stuffed cushion, Harry sat with his chin in his hand and elbows digging into his thighs. It felt like hours as he listened to her pull a vase from her cabinet, followed by the running water for the flowers. Normally he would be there helping her, teasing her as she reached for the vase and helping her arrange the blossoms in the water so every stem could take a dip. Not today, Harry guessed, he wasn't needed.

When she finally joined him, (Y/N) took a spot on the opposing chair set up in her living room, the stiff decorative pillow taking up most of the cushion as she sat on the edge. Shifting his chin in his hand, he gazed at her through his lashes as he waited for her to finish what she started. 

As the silence stretched on, Harry felt more and more cracks appear in his heart. He couldn't take much more of this, especially when she couldn't even muster the courage to look at him. What did she need to tell him that was so bad she couldn't even look at him for a second? 

Dropping his face into his hands, Harry slid his fingers through his curls, a startling pinch being delivered to the roots as he tightened his grip. "Why didn't y'want to talk to me, (Y/N)? What happened?" he grumbled out. 

A sniffle sounded from the chair, but he didn't have the heart to look up. It would only make it harder to hear what she had to say if he had to watch her cry, too. 

"Harry, I—" (Y/N) cut herself off, her thought dropping from her tongue before she had even bothered to finish putting it together, "I don't know how to tell you." 

Something bubbled in his chest as he heard her hesitance to speak to hm still, even as he sat right in front of her. Frustration welled up in his system. How was he supposed to make anything better, fix his mistakes that led to her avoiding him, or make her at least stop crying when she wouldn't even tell him what was wrong?! How was he going to have a chance to save them from whatever had dug itself in her mind when he had no idea what he was up against?!

Forcing a deep breath into his lungs, Harry shuttered his eyes as he kept his head down in his hands. The heels of his palms dug into his eyes as he waited, giving her one last chance to say anything before he would take over. 

With the sound of his blood rushing through his ears, Harry unclenched his jaw, "Start with why y'wanted to avoid me so bad y'pretended to be sick for almost three days." 

"It's not that simple, H—" 

"Then, what happened?! What did I do wrong?! You jus' keep sitting there, crying, but y'wont tell me what I did wrong or how to fix it!" 

By that point, Harry was grateful for the fact his eyes were closed as he pulled his head from his hands, chancing a look up at (Y/N) though that view was quickly distorted by his own round of tears that flooded his vision. Sniffing his nose, Harry scrubbed his hands over his eyes to rid himself of the tears, still too frustrated to worry about them when (Y/N) still hadn't explained. 

With her fingers a nervous bundle in her lap, (Y/N) broke with her bottle lip wobbling and eyes closed as if to stave off another round of crying. "It was when I vi-visted you at work." 

Nodding his head, Harry took in deep breaths, already regretting the way he snapped at her. "Okay, thank you," he started, softening his tone as he gave her to the full of his attention, "What happened?" 

(Y/N) shook her head as she ran her hand through her hair, rolling her eyes at herself. "It wasn't even that big of a deal, so I don't know why it's bothering me so bad," she rushed out, voice wobbling, "It was just... Seline? That receptionist on the lobby floor?" 

Harry nodded his head, beginning to worry at the mention of Seline. She could be a bit cold, that much everyone at the office knew. 

"She—I don't know, it was just weird when I talked to her. I know I wasn't on your permission list or whatever since I was surprising you, but she said something after she figured out that I was there to see you that's just stuck with me." (Y/N) swallowed, her eyes still facing the ceiling as Harry waited on her, his fingers prattling with his rings. "She... She said she didn't want to let me up at first because she wasn't sure if I was a daughter of one of your clients, coming to visit Mr. Styles after getting too attached over a busy dinner." 

Rolling his lips between his teeth, Harry nodded his head. Sounded like Seline, that was for sure. 

(Y/N) finally chanced a glance down at him then, feeling somewhat more calm now that she was getting everything out that had been rattling her brain for almost three days now. 

"Then," she continued, surprising Harry as he had just began devising some kind of plan to keep Seline from being so rude to people in the waiting area,  "I didn't realize that the Shelly on your floor was someone I go to school with." Harry sighed as he figured out where this was going. "She was really surprised to see me," (Y/N) muttered, fluttering her lashes as she tried to keep her waterworks at bay, "As soon as I told her I was your girlfriend, she got kind of weird and told me she didn't expect your girlfriend to be someone like me. When I asked her what she meant, she brought up this professor that used to work at my school, that everyone thought was really pretty, and was around your age, obviously. It wasn't that bad but after what I heard from Seline, it didn't really help.

"And then, today, I guess Shelly got brunch with the roommate of a girl in my creative writing class, and they apparently talked about how I'm dating Shelly's thirty year old boss, and the girl in my class asked if I met you on a sugar daddy website." 

Now, that stung. The other two comments she shared with him hurt him for the fact it was hurting (Y/N), cheap shots taken at their relationship that questioned the depth of it just because of the gap between their ages. But this one—the implication that their relationship was nothing more than Harry giving out money and gifts in exchange for (Y/N)'s company—took a stab at his heart. 

Harry knew what a relationship would look like to others the second he took a liking to (Y/N). That was why, other than wanting to maintain (Y/N)'s happiness and comfort in her friend group, he didn't pursue her. He knew that someone of his age and position financially wasn't supposed to mix with a college-age girl that had piled on student loans and worked as much as she could on the side to help pay for school. He knew that those two things could invite people to make comments or pull faces, he knew that. But, maybe they had just been lucky with how well it was going beforehand; their friends didn't mind, never once making a comment or raising a brow at the idea of the two of them together, along with his family being so supportive when he divulged details about his (Y/N), and even strangers on the street didn't give them a second glance. They had been successfully missing any of these comments up until this point, and, of course, it was (Y/N) who had to endure them. 

If he hadn't already felt like shit for yelling at her earlier, now he felt like he should go sit on the curb with the rest of the trashbins. 

Rising from his position on the couch, Harry moved to crouch in front of (Y/N). Instinctively, she spread her legs wide enough to allow him access to sit between. Settling his hands on either of her thighs, he waited on her to return to her living room with him, leaving the dark space of her head behind. 

"(Y/N)?" he murmured, squeezing the full of her flesh in his palms, "Look at me, love." 

Running her fingertips under her eyes, (Y/N) cleared her tears away before she looked down at him, her bottom lip trembling though she tried to hold it all back. "I'm sorry, Harry." 

"Hey, hey," he crooned, shaking his head, "Don't need to be sorry, okay? Don't need to apologize for what they said." 

"B-But, I shouldn't have stopping seeing you or talking to you over it," she countered, dropping her gaze to her lap though she didn't dare lace her fingers between his like she usually did, "I just didn't know what to do. I started to feel guilty." 

"What do you mean, pretty girl? Guilty over what?" 

"Li-Like I was holding you back or something," she whispered, the volume of her voice being the only thing that kept it from breaking, "I-I don't want you to mi-miss out on someone who might fit you better. Or, at least be able to handle something like this without avoiding you." 

Harry shook his head as he stood to his feet, reaching for her hands that were bundled into a fumbling mess as she kept them from grabbing for his. Wrapping his fingers around her wrists, he pulled her to stand up before he replaced himself in her seat. The decorative pillow was crushed under his weight, becoming an uncomfortable lump under his bottom but Harry didn't pay it any mind as he pulled (Y/N) to sit in his lap. Her legs hung over the side of his own, her shoulder pressed against his chest as he looped his arms around her, interlocking his fingers as they rested on her hip. 

"You've got to listen to me, (Y/N), 'kay?" Harry waited until he got a small nod from her, eyes meeting his through the frame of her lashes. "There's no one out there that could fit me better than y'do, do you hear me? I had some extra time before I ever even met you to meet this better fit, and I've never found anyone that comes close to the way y'make me feel. There's no one out there that would love me better than y'can, and I know that. Don't feel guilty over something that doesn't exist." 

"But—" 

"No, I told y'to listen to me, didn't I?" Harry stopped her, unwilling to hear her make up fake scenarios about someone who didn't exist. "It hurts knowing that these comments made y'want to avoid me, but I understand why because I understand you. Y'weren't trying to hurt me, y'jus' wanted some time to yourself to be a little mopey and figure it all out before y'saw me again—I understand. Right?" 

"Yeah," she peeped, her cheeks heating and eyes watering as she listened to him, "I didn't mean to hurt you, Harry." 

"I know, I know," he murmured, dropping a careful kiss to her cheek, his heart eased when she didn't flinch away. "And 'm not upset now that I know, okay? Don't need to be sad over that. And, 'm sorry I yelled at you; I got scared when y'wouldn't say anything, but I shouldn't have done that. We're a team and teams don't work when one of us is being mean." The small nod and I forgive you, that (Y/N) gave him allowed for a short smile to carve into Harry's lips before he grew serious. "I jus' need y'to be honest with me for a second, then." 

A short nod came from (Y/N) as her hands unraveled, finally relieving Harry as she curled her fingers around his forearm to keep him close. 

Swallowing, Harry tried to figure the best way to phrase any of his questions. "Do you...Did any of what these people said make y'doubt being with me?"

Her answer was immediate in the shake of her head, stray strands of hair fluttering around her face, "No, no, no. I love you so much, Harry, I just want you to be happy. I don't want you to be bothered one day when you realize I'm not at the same spot as you; I don't know all of those references you make and I can't take you out for fancy dinners the way you do for me. At least not until I'm out of school." 

"I don't—... None of that matters to me, okay?" he reassured her with a squeeze of his arms around her, "I don't care about any of that. I like getting to see y'grow and learn and I never expect you to pay me back for any of the things I do for you. I don't understand all of your little jokes, either, sweetheart, and I know that doesn't bother you, because you're like me in that way. We love being with each other, and that's what makes us happiest, so that's all that matters. Right?" 

A watery smile worked its way on her lips as she nodded her head. "Right." 

"See, sweetheart," he cooed, "As long as we're on the same page about that, we can get through anything, can't we?" He was rewarded with another short nod and quiet smile. "'M sorry that y'were the one that had to hear those things, and I want y'to know that y'never have to hide that from me again. Tell me and I'll help talk y'down, okay?"

"Okay." 

"Good girl," he praised her, even when she couldn't speak louder than a whisper and manage a smile bigger than the one on her lips if she didn't want her features to crumble. "'M always gonna help you, jus' need y'to tell me how. Can y'promise me that?" 

"I promise, Harry." 

"M'best girl, aren't you?" he crooned to her, dropping his face to nudge his nose again her own. Her smile grew as she took in his words, just as he wanted. "Can I kiss you, sweetheart?" he asked her the full of his lips brushing against her own. 

The quiet nod he gave him was all he needed before he pressing his lips in affectionate pecks all over her face, starting with her plush lips. With each dot of his lips over her skin, more and more bubbling giggles fell from (Y/N)'s smiling mouth, his grip on her tightening as she wiggled in his lap. The bridge of her nose was smothered in his love before he tapped over her cheeks with his lips. Her forehead wasn't spared in the carnage either, getting as many kisses as he could fit in the space until he had to drop his kisses to her eyelids. The salt of her tears was bittersweet as he tasted them on his kiss; sweet knowing that he was able to quell them, but the bitter taste lingered knowing that they started in sadness. By the time he made his way back down to her lips, she was smiling too big to pucker her lips against his. 

"Kiss me back, pretty girl," he murmured, his own amusement seeping into his tone no matter how hard he tried to keep it held back. 

That was all the encouragement she needed before (Y/N) was cradling his face in her hands and trying her best to kiss him through her smile. It was clumsy and off-center, not perfect by far, but it was easily one of Harry's favorite kisses he's ever shared with her. This was where all of her sweetness concentrated itself: in her kiss as she nudged her nose against his and breathed out giggles every time Harry pulled away. 

"I love you," she spoke against his kiss. 

"I love you too, sweetheart, always," he murmured, drawing away just enough to match his gaze to hers. "Me and you, remember?" 

The mantra he had repeated to her more than once brought a bright smile to (Y/N)'s face. 

"Me and you, H." 

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angst is always so hard for me to write so I hope everyone enjoys this! thank u sm for reading and sorry for any mistakes! if you have any ideas or requests of your own please send them in:)