#i still have one day left after today so im gonna try and enjoy it
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God I'm gonna miss this place
#{đ} - bee vents#like. im not saying that im gonna peak in high school or anything#but these past 4 years#especially my senior year#have been so fun#I met so many amazing people and Ive had so much fun#Im sitting in math rn cracking up and realizing that after monday ill never have this experience again#and an old friend contacted me today and gave me 2 really meaningful things even though we havent talked much in years#and another old friend and I have been in contact recently with graduation coming up#its just#all hitting me suddenly that all this amazing stuff is gonna end#idk how many of these people ill be able to keep in contact with even though I really want to#life just doesnt always work out and i know that but it doesnt make me any less sad#i still have one day left after today so im gonna try and enjoy it#i just got hit with all of this all of a sudden and i cried over it earlier even thiugh ive been trying not to cry about all of this yet#idk i feel like my thoughts are really jumbled#everythings just changing all at once and its really scary and hard to come to terms with#after monday ill never be a kid again. ill have college and real adult responsibilities#:/
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Lessons
ËÊfwb!Bang Chan x fem!ReaderÉË
ËÊâĄÉË summary: Just a regular session of your best friend helping you learn Korean <3
ËÊâĄÉË word count: 1.6k
ËÊâĄÉË warnings: fem!reader, nicknames; âhoney and good girl,â pvssy slaps, playful ass&thigh spanking, Chris calls himself Daddy once lol, rough sex, creampie (try to pee after sex pls <3)
ËÊâĄÉË notes: max and I spoke about this a few weeks ago and it was soo hot so I wanted to write something for it,,, but then I lost motivation for it for a whileđ anyways hope u enjoy <3
OH and thank you for 700 followers!! (im late so now so ~25 away from 800) :''') I have something planned for if/when I hit 1k hehe, Love u guys :>
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After you had moved to Korea, you made it your sole goal to be completely fluent in Korean as soon as possible. You knew the basics and some vocabulary that got you through day-to-day encounters, but holding an actual conversation past introductions was rather difficult. So, this is how you found yourself in your current situation. Your best friend and fuck buddy of 2 years giving you weekly Korean lessons.
And this? This was a normal thing between you both. Sitting in his lap practicing while he sits there explaining things and kneading your thighs mindlessly. It was a normal occurrence! The only difference is you usually wore sweats or some sort of bottom that would cover your legs more. Today was one of the hotter days of the week, so you disregarded the extras and opted to only wear one of his shirts, nothing else.
His hands rubbed eagerly up and down your thighs, squeezing the flesh like he does with soft pillows. Again, it was normal, but today he seemed to be restless with his movements. You couldnât help but let out a shaky breath when he mindlessly squeezed the flesh of your inner thigh rather roughly while he translated a word you couldnât figure out. âWhat is up with you today? Youâre more touchy-feely than usual.â
âSorry haha. Had a long day so Iâm fidgety.. And you know I canât resist you in nothing but my shirt.â You only hummed in response. You believed what he said, but you also knew that he wasnât stupid and that the apology was not for his roughness as much as it was for how riled up he knew you were getting. He was never actually sorry about being physically affectionate with you, but you both knew how you tended to get very horny when his hands were on you so desperately.
âMmmm.. Let me play with you a little while you read, okay?â You shake your head and push your study items away, pulling a laugh from him when you mumbled out âFuck that, I need you.â
âNone of that hahaha. Focus on the reading, honey.â He said, placing a kiss on your cheek before leaning down and biting into your neck. You groaned and leaned back into him, grinding against him in an attempt to make him fold in your favor. He let the first few grinds pass as he left hickeys along your neck, but the second your hands cupped him through his shorts he grabbed your hips to still your movements.
âHey.â The commanding tone in his voice caught you off guard and had your hands immediately stop in their tracks. âStop that. Youâre going to finish reading this text and then Iâll fuck you nice and good.â
âItâs not that serious, Chris. It's just a few paragraphs, we can do it after or just skip out this week.. Plus itâs your fault Iâm this horny anyways.â The attitude in your voice makes him narrow his eyes, and then he grabs your chin and angles you to look back at him.
âWatch your tone. And Iâm not gonna tell you again,â His hand grabbed both of yours and placed them on the table before moving to spread your legs open for him. Then, he finishes his sentence and enunciates each word with a harsh smack to your bare cunt. âFinish. Reading. The. Article.â The last one comes off harder than the others and it pulls a squeal from you, making your hands shoot down and wrap around his wrist while your legs slam shut against his hand. He grabs from your inner knee and hooks your legs over his, keeping you spread for him, and he pulls your book closer again.
You can feel the teasing smile on his face after he places a kiss on your cheek and then speaks against it. âYou only have one article left, honey. The quicker you read it, the quicker I can bend you over and fuck you into the table~â You canât help but whine and nod. Once you look down at the material again, Chrisâ hands that were previously rubbing your inner thigh move back to rub along your wet folds.Â
Then for what feels like the next hour, but was really just 20 long minutes, you slur out the words in front of you as best as you can. Chrisâ left hand swapped between drawing circles into your clit and pinching your nipple, while his right hand shoved fingers against your walls. And every couple of minutes he would swap between kissing your neck to sucking hickeys into your collarbone. However, you werenât allowed to cum and any time you mispronounced something or took too long to read a word, a stern slap was sent against your clit. As long as you continued to read well, he would pump 3 of his fingers in and out of you.
By the time youâre halfway through the material, your mind is foggy and youâre almost drooling on yourself from the constant edging. By the time youâre on the last sentence, your legs are shaking and you're slumped against him letting out quiet moans. Your neck and collarbone were so red from his incessant suckling, and you were desperate to get this over with. And then, when you finally finished, he stopped all movements to place a soft, congratulatory slap on your thigh and massaged your hips.
âGood girl⊠Now was that so hard?â With that, he hurriedly clears the desk before helping you stand and then standing himself. The chair you both rested on was kicked backwards and your whole world spun as he suddenly pinned you to the desk. You whined as his hand held a tight grip in your hair and pushed your face into the table. His free hand playfully squeezed and slapped at your ass a few times before you heard his shorts and boxers hit the floor.
You sighed out his name as he teased his tip through your folds, silently pleading with him to hurry it up. âShhhhhh⊠âAtta girl. You did so well, baby. Now let me take care of you, yeah?â
He finally sunk in and nothing but low, whiny moans left your lips as you clenched around him. His free hand grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it in appreciation while he slowly sunk every inch he had to offer. Once he bottomed out he gave you only a little bit of time before his thrusts started, albeit slowly at first but quickly ramping up due to his own impatience. It doesnât take long for him to change to an unforgiving and rougher pace, his hand still holding your head against the table.
âFff-fuck.. Christopherrr-â
âYeah yeah, baby. Daddyâs got you. âM nice and deep, just how you like it right?â You missed the way he smirked when you let out a desperate âUh-huhâ in response, but you could feel the way it encouraged him when his hips slammed against yours with more eagerness. He keeps this pace up for a while until he feels you tighten around him, and then he changes to slow, deep thrusts that make your eyes roll into your skull.Â
The hand in your hair slides on top of yours on the desk, intertwining your fingers, and he leans forward to place his forehead between your shoulder blades, âMmmm keep squeezing me, Honey. Fffuck, juuust like that..â
When youâre tipping over the edge, he places a kiss on your sweaty skin and moans against it. âThatâs it, baby. Cum for me and Iâll fill you up just how you like it, okay?â You want to nod, but everything hits you at once so you can only cry out against your desk.
As your orgasm starts to fade into overstimulation, he fixes his posture and focuses on his hip movements. A squeaky moan falls from your lips as he suddenly bottoms out and the hold on your hip tightens. He threw his head back and bit his bottom lip as he came, attempting to muffle his whiney moans. He rides out his orgasm by sometimes pulling out and snapping his hips harshly against yours.
âFuck⊠If thatâs how we end the studying session from now on, I might consider this payment.â He jokes.
You let out a breathy laugh and he starts to pull out slowly, pushing you into the table as he did so. You take the moment to catch your breath when you realize heâs gone quiet and thereâs the light feeling of breath on your thighs. Your head snaps back and you realize he was kneeling in order to watch his cum slide down your folds.
âHey!â you whine and place a hand on his forehead, pushing his face away only for him to resist, so you use your feet to push him harder. He laughs at your embarrassment and stands up, pulling you to sit up as well and lifting the shirt off of you. He uses it to wipe you down before throwing it into your hamper and grabbing one of his spare shirts from your dresser. He steals a kiss before covering you in the shirt, then drags you to the living room to watch a tv show together.
You two spend the rest of the night on the couch, watching tv and relaxing in each otherâs warmth. Itâs no surprise when soft snores are heard and you look down to see his sleeping face squished into your chest. You huff out a laugh before you snuggle him closer. Then, your eyes get heavy until they inevitably close, and you fall asleep too.
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hi im back! okey so def can see spencer still wanting to hug and snuggle with you even when fighting or mad at each other. he even gets genuinely ??? confused ??? when you try to sleep on the couch instead of in bed at night. he holds you and either reader or him is like "i know we are snuggling right now but i am still super pissed off at you." lol i can just see it. he may be petty when mad but he wont stop trying to touch you bc its a biological need of his and no argument is more important than needing you đ„ș
enjoy this I did it very fast!!!! ily
He knows heâs not easy to be with sometimes. She would never say it, but itâs true. He doesnât always get the jokes, sometimes pushes things too far and without even knowing it the ground gets pulled out from under him.Â
And sleep- Sleep is so complicated. The memory of the first time she slept in his bed is etched into a place he could never erase. Spencer had always had trouble sleeping, either fear or alertness plaguing him into the late hours of the night. He used to lie awake, the kind of exhausted that feels like itâs seeping out of your bones, while constantly facts heâd unwittingly memorized about how sleep deprivation can cause brain damage.Â
But then sheâd come into his life. All soft words and gentle disposition, and there really is something magic about the way that everything just dissipates when her warm, soft body curves into his own. Heâs slept well almost every night since.Â
Except today, she isnât coming to bed.Â
Itâs his fault, and he knows it. He wasnât being fair. She hadnât seen him for two weeks (and he hadnât slept nearly enough without the weight of her form beside him since the last time he saw her) and sheâd said that she wanted to be prioritized more.Â
âI havenât seen you in weeks, Spence!â
His head was killing him. Was it actually possible, for a headache to kill you? Her voice is audibly upset, and itâs alarming how he could be the cause of it.Â
âPlease,â he had said through labored effort, âCan we talk about this later?âÂ
âWhen would you like to talk about it? Because I donât ever know if youâre leaving-â
âDo you even know what it is that I do? That itâs not a choice for me to go? I have to do this. I canât pick and choose and honestly, I donât want to. If you donât get that, weâre not doing what I thought we were doing.â
It sounds foreign, his own voice. And itâs after heâs said it that the sick taste reaches his throat because oh, that means the end. Her lovely face is unreadable for a brief moment, before something like grief splays over her expression.
Itâs silent for a beat, and Spencer wishes he could swallow the words back up, rewind his life like a battered VHS tape where heâs not so stupid to mess up the one thing thatâs ever brought him peace.
âYouâre not yourself, Spencer. Iâm gonna give you a minute.â
A minute, it turns out, is hours in the living room. She hadnât left, thank fucking god, but she hadnât come back. Of course she hadnât. She wasnât the one who needed to apologize.Â
Heâs just so tired.Â
He thinks of her so-sweet voice, the curve of cheek- the junction of her neck and shoulder, and how much he would like to have her pressed against him. He pads out into the living room like a nervous puppy, and sees her sleeping on the olive green couch she had picked out. Her hair was splayed across the arm of the sofa, and her head laid on a throw pillow, their fuzziest blanket draped across her form.Â
His first thought is how low heâs dropped, that heâs jealous of a blanket.Â
His second his that she is not coming to bed. He sits beside her gingerly, and the scent of her body wash lingers in the air.Â
âAre you planning on coming to bed?â
âI didnât think youâd want me to.â He can tell she wants to sound cold, but the truth is much worse; she sounds guarded.Â
âI always want you to.â Itâs the most honest thing heâs said today, and itâs just not fair, how much he revolves around her. How he has waited 14 days, 13 hours and 34 minutes to hold her again and managed to ruin it within the first 20 minutes of having seen her again. He grabs her hand, soft and pliant against his in a way that almost makes his heart leap. âPlease? Come to bed?â
Her gaze softens, the warmth and light that guides him back in her eyes, and he hopes his relief isnât too visible. Itâs then that she drinks him in. It feels too revealing like she can see right through him. His clothes are old. Heâd rushed off the jet to see her, and the half moon circles under his eyes only lend to the unimpressive picture of himself.Â
âOh, sweetheart,â she breathes, touching the side of his face. He instantly leans into it, the contact more than heâd be willing to give up to save his dignity. âCome here.â
She wraps her arms around him, and he pulls her into his lap, squeezing her tight to his chest, like she might disappear.Â
âIâm still mad at you,â she says, looking at him with such affection it betrays her words.
âThatâs okay,â he says into her collarbone, âAs long as I still have you.â
#spencer reid#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x fem!reader#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#criminal minds fanfic
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Slut! ( Taylorâs version)
Warnings: so much fluff
Bucky x reader
âIn a world of boys, heâs a gentlemanïżœïżœ
âI hate men, I canât stand them right now. I shouldâve never went to the blind date Wanda set me up for, I shouldâve known he was gonna be doucheâ I talked to myself as I was entering the compounds hall.
Not many people were present at the compound everyone was on missions and I tired of men, wanting to rant to my friends but since they werenât present I was just talking to myself.
I plopped myself on the couch just staring at the ceiling. âI hate him, I hate men. I canât even call him a man, heâs still a boyâ I said to myself.
âHey dollâ, a raspy gorgeous familiar voice called me out of my trance.
Bucky.
I turned on my stomach on the couch and looked at him as he sat opposite to me on a chair looking as gorgeous as ever even with his bed hair.
âWere you talking to yourself just now?â I cringed.
âWell Wanda and Nat both are on a mission so, yeah I was kinda ranting to myselfâ I said smiling seeing his smile.
âYou know, you can always rant to meâ he spoke after a bit of a pause.
God, he was soooâŠâŠ.
âBucky I canât rant to you about how much I hate menâ I chuckled.
âWhy not? I mean understand there are some douches in the world. My sister always talked with me about this stuffâ he joked.
âŠ..distracting with his pretty smile and that black sweaters hugging his biceps just enough to stop my breaths.
âReally? Are you sure?â I questioned.
âYes dollâ he assured.
âOkayyyy. Um so Wanda set me up on a blind date and she was so convincing, I couldnât say no to her. So I went to the date today and he was 40 minutes LATE!!. And then I couldnât even tell a bit about myself, Iâm sure he might not even know my name. He was talking about himself the whole night, never pulled my chair, never walked me home which Iâm kinda glad for but he wasnât a idk he jus-
Wasnât you.
âWasnât a gentleman?â Bucky finished my sentence and my heart couldnât have beated more faster I thought.
â yesâ I spoke breathless a bit.
Did my heart always beat so fast near Bucky?.
âDoll, he didnât deserve you. You deserve more than thisâ
You?
âBucky, gentlemen like you donât exist anymoreâ I scoffed.
In a world of boys, heâs a gentleman.
âIm sure they do you, doll. Im sure there is a gentleman for youâ he reasoned.
âMaybeâ
âIm sureâ
âYou promise?â I joked as I stood up to leave wishing he would stop me and ask to be my gentleman.
âYesâ
âThank youâ I said as I left.
He smiled, killing my heart.
âGot love struck, went straight to my headâ
âI told you sam, donât take that cupâ I heard Buckyâs voice while I entered the kitchen rubbing my eyes from woken up so early.
âGod! Fine!â Sam semi shouted frustrated.
I winced.
âWhy are you guys yelling at 8 in the morning???â I said
âSorry dollâ Bucky looked away a bit like he didnât want me here.
âItâs all his faultâ Sam argued.
I looked at Sam, a bit confused.
âFor some reason heâs not letting me have this cup for coffee yet heâs not using it tooâ he complained and Bucky winced.
I was still confused and a bit hurt seeing Bucky ignore me.
âWhat cup??â I questioned.
âThis red oneâ he showed me.
I couldnât be more surprised to see my own new cup I brought the other day.
Bucky was not letting him drink in that cup cause itâs mine? Does he even know? Or is he just messing with Sam?
My head felt a bit fuzzy.
âUm thatâs my cupâ I confirmed trying not to smile but I knew the blush was creeping up in my cheeks.
A realisation dawned on samâs face as he spoke âOh it isâŠ..â
He started chuckling
âWeâll enjoy your cup DOLLâ he exasperated.
But I couldnât stop looking at Bucky and never realised Sam left.
Bucky poured coffee in my cup.
He walked towards me to hand me the cup with a sheepish smile on his face.
I couldnât breath.
âI remember you said your day always goes bad when you donât have your cup sooo..â he handed me the coffee.
Oh god.
âEnjoy your coffee dollâ he whispered in my ear.
And I, got love struck, went straight to my head.
Got love sick all over my bed.
âMy head hurtsâ I stated as I layed on my bed.
Wanda and Nat laying besides me. It was the peak of girls night and I couldnât stop thinking about Bucky, it was making my head hurt and the alcohol in my system didnât help.
âI like him so much, I feel sickâ I said.
I told them everything that happened between me and Bucky and how I was starting to catch feelings.
âTell him thenâ nat said and Wanda hummed in agreement.
âI canât, he sees my as a friend. He wonât like me backâ
No one responded.
I looked at them and they had fallen asleep.
I kept thinking about him.
And just like that, the more I thought about himâŠ
I got love sick all over my bed.
I never slept that night.
âLove to think youâll never forget. Weâll pay the price I guessâ
âTony! Why is tonightâs party a Date party??? Why is a date compulsory?â I complained.
âLet me guess, you donât have one?â He said smugly.
Yes.
âNo, I doâ I lied.
âThen bring himâ
That asshole.
I left.
Did Bucky have a date? Was he going? Will he ask why I didnât come? Will he even remember?
I- love to think heâll never forget.
I didnât see him coming when I bumped into him.
âHey dollâ he smiled.
I looked up. Swallowing the words on tongue.
âHeyâ I said as I backed up a bit for my own sanity.
âYou going to the party tonight?â
He asked and my heart jumped.
âNo, not really. I donât have a dateâ
âReally?â
âUm yeahâ I said embarrassed.
âCome with me thenâ I looked at him wide eyed suprised, my throat dry.
âWhat?â
âCome with me dollâ he repeated smiling.
âUm didnât tony say âno teammates as datesâ in the invitation?â I asked breathless.
âWeâll pay the price, I guessâ he shrugged.
âIâll get ready thenâ I smiled like I had never ever felt happiness before.
âMe too, gotta get ready for my ladyâ he kissed my cheek and left.
I was frozen on spot. But I ran to my room as soon as I was out of my trance. Giggling like a school girl.
âBut if Iâm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us. And if they call me a slut, You know it might be worth it for once.
I was scared. Was I dressed to slutty? Is this too much? What if Bucky doesnât like?
Thatâs all I thought while I walked to his room in a black dress I thought looked too slutty.
The dress is was gorgeous but something got into my head.
I knocked on his door. What if he thinks Iâm a slut? What if he thinks Iâm stupid to ask hi-
He opened the door. In all his glory wearing a white shirt tucked in black pants, with his hair slick back and I forgot everything.
âHey, gorgeousâ he said.
I couldnât comprehend that HE called me gorgeous.
âHeyâ I say sheepishly looking up at him.
âYou look breathtakingâ he complimented making me breathless again.
âYou think so?â I questioned.
âDoll, I have never seen someone as gorgeous and beautiful as youâ he confessed.
I couldnât believe him.
âBucky, youâve seen so many woman in you life, donât lieâ
âThatâs right I have, so shouldnât it speak volumes when I say you are the most gorgeous and beautiful woman Iâve ever seen?â He tucked my chin upwards making me look at him.
I got so lost in his eyes.
âWhat if people look at us weird?â I asked.
âIf youâre all dressed up, they might as well be looking at usâ he smiled looking at me, still so close as ever.
I couldnât help but smile looking at him.
âWhat if people think the dress is too slutty? What if they call me a slut ?â I questioned again.
âThen we wonât leave until I punch them in the face, and who cares about people. I donât think the dress is slutty, You look perfectâ he replied and reassured me again.
Heâs right. Why would I care about others with him by my side. Who cares right?
Right.
âLetâs go dollâ he took his blazer.
âIâm ready for our dateâ he stated smiling as he took my hand in his and gave me a reassuring squeeze.
âBuckyâ I stoped at the door.
âYes?â
âI want to tell you, I really enjoyed tonight incase I forget later, And if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for onceâ I told him smiling my biggest.
He kissed me, on the lips this time.
âBut Iâll still punch anyone in face who doesâ he said as he held my flushed smiley face against his breathless smiley face.
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A/N: okay wow, it's actually here, but let me say a ew things first: i am no it proessional so there are some made up stuff so don't come after me if there are untrue things in the story lmao. also, the ending... im not entirely in peace with it, but i've been sitting on this story for way too long so i just bit my tongue and finised it. don't come after me if you don't like it... but anyway! hope it didn't turn out as bad and you'll enjoy the story!
WORD COUNT:Â 13.7k
SUMMARY:Â You're up for the promotion you've always dreamt about, but right when you need to prove everything goes downhill. Lucky for you the cute, quiet IT guy, Harry, is there to help you out.
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Thereâs that feeling when you wake all by yourself, a moment of peace takes over you for not starting the day off with your one true enemy, the alarm, but then panic instantly stabs you in the chest when you realize itâs a weekday and thereâs absolutely no way you just woke up before your alarm, feeling this rested.Â
Your eyes pop open and you sit up in a frenzy looking around in the room, figuring out what happened and what should be done now. First you check the time on your phone and when you see that it reads 8:32 you almost start crying, but thereâs no time for that, so you jump out of bed and sprint into the bathroom, stopping on the way when you spot Eric in the hallway, fully dressed, ready to leave.
âEric?! Why didnât you wake me up?!â you snap at him. He turns to you with innocence all over his face.
âI thought you were off today,â he simply says.
âOff?! We have the board meeting today, how could I be off!â you practically scream as you rush into the bathroom to get ready in less than two minutes hopefully.
âIâm sorry!â he calls out from outside. âIâll see you in the office!â
And the next thing you hear is the front door opening and closing.
âMotherfuâŠâ you mumble as you start washing your face like a crazy woman.
You leave in ten minutes, but youâre fifteen minutes late already, no matter how magically fast you got ready. You donât have time to get a bagel for breakfast and youâre already halfway into the office when you realize you left your lunch at home too. You somehow shorten the route and win a few minutes on your way in, but you still arrive ten minutes late, looking like a hot mess, completely out of control as you make your way to the twentieth floor to your desk, pretending you havenât just had the absolute worst morning of your life.Â
The elevator almost closes right in front of you, but before you could smash against the sliding doors a hand sticks out and stops it, letting you slip in last minute.
âAh, thank you,â you breathe out, your purse sliding off your shoulder and your folder almost falls from your hands.
âN-No problem,â a sweet and smooth voice answers, but your hair is such a mess, it covers your vision and you donât see the kind man that saved you a few minutes with his move. The moment the elevator arrives to your floor you jump out and rush towards your desk.
âYou alright, boss?â Zaya, your intern asks, who is more like a personal assistant at this point. She eyes you curiously from her desk as you gasp for air and try to soothe out the wrinkles on your blouse, though thereâs absolutely no use in it.Â
âEverything is perfectly fine,â you force a smile on your face as you start your computer, emails flowing in like crazy the moment you open your inbox. âJust had a rough morning.â
With Zayaâs help you go through everything at light speed, itâs one of your biggest strengths, being fast and productive, so in just about twenty minutes you reduce the thirty-seven unread emails to just two.Â
Youâve cleared your schedule beforehand so you can have a practice run for your big presentation. Todayâs board meeting is gonna be an important one. Thereâs a promotion at risk, one youâve been working your ass off to get and now itâs so close, you can almost feel it between your fingertips. This presentation and what stands behind it all is what youâve worked for night and day for the past month and you have never been more confident in yourself, though you canât shake the general nervousness off.
You make your test run to Zaya who says her mind is blown and thereâs no chance you wonât get the promotion.Â
âYou got it, boss,â she fist bumps you, something youâve grown to like, itâs her form of appreciation.Â
âI hope so,â you sigh. âAlright, Iâll grab a coffee quickly before the meeting.â
You head a few levels down to the main kitchen area that has the best coffee machine in the building. Itâs already past the morning rush, so youâre delighted to see that there are just a few people lingering around. Including Eric.
âHey!â you huff out a smile as you stand next to him at the coffee machine. He peeks at you, just a tiny smile on his lips, but it doesnât reach his eyes like usual.
âHey.â
âIf youâre curious, I was only just a bit late this morning,â you chuckle to yourself, grabbing a cup while Eric waits for his own coffee to get ready.Â
âMm, great. Sorry about⊠the morning.â
âItâs okay, are you nervous? About the presentation?â
Funny enough youâre running for the promotion against Eric, the guy youâve been hooking up for the past few months. Itâs nothing serious, no strings attached, mostly just sex, though you believe that if you spend at least three nights together every week and spend time outside of bed as well, that has to mean more than just a regular hook up.
Right?
âNot really,â he shrugs, but it doesnât sound genuine.
âItâs okay, youâll do good,â you smile at him warmly as you place your hand on his arm and give it a squeeze, but youâre surprised when he moves out of your touch, shooting you a look.
âNot⊠in the office, Y/N,â he grits through his teeth, looking around to check if anyone saw the tiny gesture while youâre just blinking at him dumbly.
Yes, you usually keep your⊠whatever it is out of the office, but he hasnât been this distant to you before. Before you could ask his phone starts ringing and he mumbles an apology before running off.
You write it off as nerves, you know Eric to be highly competitive, it must be a new field for him as well, running against someone he is involved with.Â
Your heart is racing when you enter the boardroom, welcoming the people that will decide your future at the company, the CEO, the CFO, the head of marketing and a few others youâre not that familiar with, but you know they have power.
For the promotion you had to come up with a plan to boost the numbers on the website that hasnât been doing much lately. You worked up a plan for a marketing strategy that would reach the target audience in a better way, itâs pretty awesome, youâre quite proud of it and youâre convinced youâll kick ass with your presentation.
There are a few more minutes left until the meeting, you pour yourself some water and go ahead to open your slides on your computer so you have it all ready when itâs your turn.
âWhat⊠Oh no,â you whisper, when your computer starts lagging and the cursor freezes. âNo, no, no!â
âEverything alright, Miss?â the CFO notices your panic.
âYes!â you force a smile on your face. âEverything is⊠perfect.â
He nods and turns back to his previous conversation while your panic intensifies. You keep pushing buttons and trying to move the cursor, but it looks pretty dead, so you decide to shut it down and try to restart it, hopefully it will come back from the dead.Â
Eric strides into the room, but as he takes his seat he doesnât even look at you, just sets out his own laptop and paper notes and stares ahead of him. No matter how you try to catch his attention, he ignores you fully and itâs just another punch in your stomach.
What the hell is happening?
âAlright, everyone ready?â Daniel, the CEO claps his hands together. âEric, youâre up first,â he gestures at him and while youâre still desperately trying to revive your computer.Â
Eric sets up and when his presentation appears behind him your stomach drops instantly.Â
The title, the topic, the colors⊠everything. You know all of it, because⊠because you made it. Itâs yours.
You forget about your computer as Eric starts talking and he presents your idea, everything you came up with and worked hard on, he hasnât changed a bit about it and now he is making it look like itâs his own. If you were panicking before now youâre about to set on fire.
That would be probably nice, because you wouldnât have to go up there and most likely embarrass yourself.Â
How did he get your presentation? Why did he steal it? You canât blame him just out of the blue, you need proof and right now the only device that could have it is dead in front of you.Â
You are so screwed.Â
â Holy fucking shit, oh my God!â you keep mumbling under your breath as you approach your desk, holding your dead computer to your chest, eyes wide from what you just went through.
âBoss? You alright?â Zayaâs eyes widen when she sees you all shocked and traumatized.
âNo! Iâm anything but alright!â
Luckily, the small meeting room near your desk is vacant so youâre quick to take it, Zaya following you right after, shutting the door closed so you can unleash fully.
âOh my God I canât fucking believe him! The asshole! How did he fucking do it?!â you snap, throwing everything to the table so you can anxiously start pacing the floor with your hands on your hips. âI cannot believe this, what the hell!â
âY/N, what happened? Youâre starting to scare me,â Zaya eyes you and she actually looks scared which is a new thing, the girl is fearless.
âEric! He stole my⊠my whole fucking presentation!â you whisper-yell, throwing your hands up into the air. âEvery slide! Every detail! It was all mine! And he sold it as his own!â
âW-what? But⊠how? And what did you present then?â
âI have no idea! He was up first, as we all knew ahead of time, he went up there, opened his presentation and it was mine! I thought I was about to fall off my seat, fucking hell,â you groan, rubbing your face with your hands. Thanks to your rushed morning youâre not wearing any makeup today so at least you canât turn yourself into a panda bear. âMy laptop died right before the meeting started so I could use it as an excuse and⊠fuck, I made up a whole other plan on the spot!â Youâre about to start hyperventilating, maybe even crying which youâve never ever done at work before.
âBut⊠thatâs good, right? That you came up with something new?â Zaya tries to see the bright side of it, but you shake your head violently.
âYou know what I came up with? I said Iâm planning to rebuild the whole fucking website! All of it!â
âOh no.â
âOh yes! I basically set myself up for failure!â
Everyone knows a full makeover could easily be a death sentence, especially with such a short notice. You have no structure to it, no plan and most importantly no IT support to do the actual work. Because you can dream up any idea, but you cannot actually write the code for it.Â
Zaya tries to cheer you up but you both know youâre not only knee high, but probably neck high in deep shit. She promises to take up extra hours to help you figure out what to do and though itâs nice, the situation still feels pretty much lost.
Youâre on the verge of tears when you make your way to the IT department to have your computer checked out, which is still pretty much dead. Youâre already dreading the interaction, Steven, the head of the IT department is a real pain in the ass, he never wants to actually help with anything so itâs always a fight to get things done with him.Â
When you walk into their office he is the first one you see and you almost groan out loud, but manage to keep quiet as you approach him.
âHi Steven, do you happen to have a moment?â you ask, as politely and nicely as you can in the light of what just happened, but apparently itâs not enough for him, because the look he gives you makes you want to turn around and run away.
âWhatâs the matter?â he grimaces, fixing his glasses as he leans back in his seat.
âMy laptop just died,â you hold up the device.Â
He stares at you, then at your laptop and then his eyes flicker back to you and he stays silent for what feels like forever before he speaks up.
âI have no time for this now,â he says, returning to his own computer and your shoulders fall forward in defeat, but then he speaks up again. âGo to the back and ask for Styles.â
âThank you,â you breathe out and are already on your way away from his desk.
Maneuvering between the desks youâre trying to find out whoâs Styles or who to even ask to tell you where to find him and youâre just about to stop at one of the desks when you see a big screen, a sticker on the back of it that says H. Styles, so you make your way over there.
As youâre approaching the desk a head full of chocolate curls appear and soon you spot the guy sitting behind the screen, peering up at you with curious, green eyes from behind his glasses.
âAre you⊠Styles?â you ask, feeling weird that you only know his family name. He stares at you for a second with wide eyes and you start to think youâve got the wrong guy, but then he nods, the curls bouncing along with the movement.
âY-yeah. Iâm Harry Styles.â
âGreat! Steven said you might be able to have a look at my computer, itâs completely dead.â
âSure,â he clears his throat as he pushes back from the desk while you round it to give the laptop to him. âW-what happened?â he asks as he opens it up and tries to turn it on, but the screen remains black.
âUm, basically it froze right before the most important presentation of my life and then it died and hasn't turned on since then,â you summarize with a sad smile as you watch him grab some kind of cable to connect your laptop with his computer.
Harry hums as he opens some kind of program that has a long, complicated looking code running in front of him and he clicks and searches in it so easily as if he was reading a childrenâs book.Â
âIs it fully dead?â you ask after a couple of minutes.Â
âNo, but you got a virus, it might take some time to restore everything and some files might not make it, Iâm sorry.â
You let out a shaky breath, feeling like crying again, but you manage to swallow them back as you lean against the edge of Harryâs desk. He looks up at you like a frightened kid.
âI-I can try to get everything back, I promise, itâs just thatââ
âNo, I know itâs not up to you. Thank you though. Iâm just on the verge of⊠would it be weird if I started screaming right now?â you ask rhetorically as you pinch the bridge of your nose.Â
âI can set up another one for you to use with all the access cloned from yours, but you wonât have the files in the meantime.â
âThat would be wonderful, thank you.â
âIs there any file in particular you want me to try to recover?â
âThereâs this folder that would be nice if I had it, here, this is the name,â you say as you grab a post-it and a pen and scribble the name down with all the files in it.Â
âOkay, I will try to restore it. Give me a few minutes to set your replacement computer up.â
Nodding sadly you wait by Harryâs desk, watching him work on his computer like itâs an instrument and he is pretty much a professional. You know nothing about programming, but Harry seems like a wizard, you have no idea why Steven makes him deal with all the tiny things when he could pretty much redeem the world.Â
âHere, this is the password, everything is set up,â he hands you the new computer.
âThank you.â
âIâll give you an email when I have something about your old one.â
âOkay, my address isââ
âI know, I just⊠I literally just logged you into your account,â he reminds me with a shy smile and you realize heâs right.
âOh. I forgot. Well, thank you so much, Harry. And Iâm sorry you have to deal with it now.â
âItâs fine, Iâm the newest on the team, this is how it goes. Rookies get to deal with all the device issues,â he chuckles shortly.
You nod with a sympathetic smile and pay one last look to your savior. He looks young, around your age, but heâs sporting a slight stubble that adds some harshness to his otherwise boyish face. Heâs got kind eyes behind his glasses, the prettiest pink lips youâve ever seen on a man and his curls are screaming to be touched, though youâre not sure HR would take it well if you were just walking around the office, touching peopleâs hair. Oddly, it wouldnât be the first time they would have to deal with a situation like this. Bobby DeMarco was a weird dude who worked in sales and he had an even weirder obsession with playing with womenâs hair randomly. He didnât last too long at the company, luckily.
When you return to your desk it takes everything in you to focus on working and A, not find Eric to claw his eyes out and B, not anxiously wait to hear anything from the board about todayâs meeting. They are supposed to give feedback today and approve if you can continue working on your project and they can easily just kick you out of the whole thing as well. If that happened Eric would still have to prove himself to be a good fit for the role, but youâd have no chance to ever step up at the company.
Youâre a mess, to say the least. Youâre panicking over having to do a full website makeover in just a month, you have no idea where you stand with Eric and honestly, youâre torn between never wanting to talk to him and also screaming at him until your lungs give up.
God, your sister will be so mad, she was right! Jeanie warned you. She said it right at the beginning when you started hooking up with Eric that itâs not gonna end well, but you thought she was talking about being dumped eventually, not getting your promotion stolen from you!
When Zaya comes up to you with a question later in the day youâre still so shaken up you can barely make out an answer for her.
âI think you should report it,â she suggests, holding her notebook to her chest.
âAnd what do I have as proof? My computer is totally dead with all the evidence I made the presentation,â you groan, leaning back in your seat.
âLetâs hope the hot IT guy can restore everything.â
âHot?â you chuckle. âHow do you know heâs hot?â
âYou said itâs Harry doing it, right? Curly hair, glasses?â You nod. âI know him, he is definitely hot,â she shrugs smirking, shifting her weight to one leg. âYou know what would be nice? Hooking up with him to get revenge on Eric!â
âH-Hooking up? Why would Eric care about who I hook up with?â you clear your throat, pretending like you havenât had a thing going on with Eric these past months. Zaya gives you a look that clearly says you shouldnât think sheâs stupid and blind.
âPlease, Y/N.â
Sighing you roll your eyes as you give up the act.
âJudging from the betrayal Eric gives absolutely no shit about me.â
âMaybe, maybe not,â she shrugs just when your computer pings, signaling two new emails in your inbox.
One from the board and one from Harry.
âOh shit,â you gasp as you lean forward so fast you almost fall off your seat and Zaya runs behind your desk to see whatâs happening as you open the email from the board.
Your eyes skim over the lines several times before you finally process what was written in it.
They approved your plan. Youâre still up for the promotion.
âCongrats! You made it!â Zaya cheers.
âFuck,â you whisper under your breath.
âWhatâs wrong? I thought this was what you wanted.â
âThe chance and the promotion? Yes. But now I have to do a full website makeover in a month which is practically impossible.â
Youâre still moping and silently panicking when youâre approaching Harryâs desk for the second time today. When he sees you he jumps to his feet and you almost break a smile because he looks like a puppy for a second, but then you see that he has taken his sweatshirt off, wearing only a simple black t-shirt that puts his tattoo littered arms on display.
Fuck, Zaya was right. He really is kinda hot.
âHey,â he waves at you when you finally reach his desk.
âHi, how did it go?â you ask with a deep breath.
âActually kinda good, I could save most of your stuff,â he says as he sits back and you walk behind his desk, seeing your laptop still wired to his computer. âI saved the files onto a harddrive, but I donât recommend you to keep using the laptop, itâs⊠itâs pretty fried,â he chuckles, pushing the glasses further up on the bridge of his nose and for a moment you just stare at his side profile instead of focusing on what heâs showing you on his screen.
âUh, thatâs okay, Iâll be fine with the files,â you clear your throat.
âSo um⊠I donât know if it matters or not, but I-I thought you might want to know that you didnât just get the virus because you clicked on something, it was⊠well, someone put it on your computer and it started attacking the firmware.â
You blink a few times as you process his words and then it all starts to make sense.
âWhat do you mean someone put it on my computer?â
âWell, there was a malware hidden on your computer that basically attacked the firmware which made it impossible for you to use the laptop and it also attacked the files saved, I found an implanted code that was giving access toââ
âHarry, I donât really understand what youâre saying,â you remind him, his words sounding absolutely foreign to you.
âSorry,â he breathes out with a nod. âSo basically, the virus stopped your computer from working and it also gave access to a third party to reach your files.â
âSo someone could use my files?â
âYeah, exactly.â
You feel like fainting again, because now it all makes sense. And youâre starting to see red.
âCan you see what files they messed with?â
âActually, Iâm glad you asked,â he smiles proudly. âI was able to find everything they duplicated and thereâs a folder they tried to get rid of, but I restored it.â
âIs it by any chance the folder I gave the name to you?â
âIt is,â he nods, his fingers starting to type on his keyboard at lightspeed. âHere. See these lines?â he asks, pointing at a code you understand nothing of, but you nod. âItâs basically something they should have paid attention to if they wanted to leave no trace, but I found it so now we know what they were trying to put their hands on. I even have time stamps too. The virus was on your computer for a while and then it was activated to attack the firmware today.â
This is all like a movie, it feels like youâre in Mission Impossible or James Bond, except itâs not a great villain who is working against you but the guy you trusted to let into your bed. The guy you considered your friend and even something more than just that lately.
You made a mistake, you see it now and you want to dwell on it but you know you have no time for that, you have to keep moving forward.
âDo you know who did it?â
âUnfortunately, no. I could only get proof if I had access to the other personâs computer who was hacking yours. Iâm sorry.â
Harry seems genuinely sad, as if he failed, but he did so much for you already.
âItâs okay. Thank you so much, can you⊠like, make a record of all these? So we have all this as proof at least.â
âAlready done,â he nods. âDo you want me to file a report?â
âNo. No need for that,â you shake your head. âBut⊠I want to ask a favor from you. I know we barely know each other and you probably have a lot of work, so feel free to say no.â
âWhat is it?â
âDo you want to help me redesign our whole website?â
Youâre anxiously chewing on your bottom lip as you wait for the Skype call to be answered, your sisterâs name flashing on the screen until her pixelated face replaces it.
And she looks mad, just as you expected.
âY/N, I told you so! I literally told you so!â she starts off, the voice cracks a bit as the call stabilizes.
âCan we skip the part where you tell me off like a child for hooking up with a coworker who ended up fucking me over?â you flash a smile, but she rolls her eyes at you, leaning back on her couch, her right side getting more illuminated by the lamp beside her couch. Itâs past seven in the evening in Tokyo while itâs just six am for you. For the past six months this has been your usual, trying to call each other at a time thatâs reasonable for the both of you with the insane thirteen hours of time difference. Itâs definitely a hard task and sometimes you have to plan a call days, even weeks ahead.
âNo, because Iâm so mad!â she groans. âMostly at the fucker, but you as well!â
âI really donât need to hear how much I fucked up,â you mumble, looking down at your lap.
âSorry,â she sighs, realizing she is making you feel even guiltier. âIâm just⊠you worked so hard for this and now he is ruining it.â
âIâm still up for the promotion,â you shrug.
âYeah, but you said itâs almost impossible to do what you presented.â
âWell, things are looking a bit better now.â
She listens intently as you tell her about what Harry found on your computer and how you ended up asking him to help you out. You truly didnât think he would say yes, but he didnât even think about it before agreeing. So now you have the IT part covered by him, you just have to come up with all the rest.
âThis Harry guyâŠâ Sammy starts and you hold up your hand.
âDonât give me the speech again, I learned my lesson.â
âNo, actually I wanted to say that I like him.â
âFor real?â you ask, raising your eyebrows.Â
âI mean, he is willing to work an immense amount of extra time on your project and he basically has no benefit from it. I hope you do realize how big of a sacrifice he is making for your promotion.â
You knew how big of a deal it has been from Harry to help you out but now that Sammy said it out loud, realization hits. Itâs not right he gets nothing out of it, so you note to yourself to go over it with him when you meet him in the morning for your first planning session.
âIâll talk to him about it. Now letâs talk about something else.â
Harry was afraid he wouldnât be able to wake up so early in the morning and make it into the office for the meeting with you, but it turns out his excitement to be working with you is kicking him out of bed even before his alarm goes off.Â
He does his usual morning routine, shower, get dressed, breakfast and checking he has everything he needs in his backpack for the day and then heâs on his way. When he walks into the cafĂ© thatâs two blocks away from his apartment the bell gently chimes above his head, catching the attention of the owner, Frida.Â
âHarry! Youâre up early today!â she greets him with a beaming smile, her grey hair is in her signature low bun, her blue eyes twinkling at the sight of him.
âI have an early meeting,â he mumbles with a shy smile, the tip of his ears turning red and she doesnât miss it, but she knows how closed off he is so she doesnât even try to tease her about it.Â
âThe usual?â
âUm, yeah, but can you make it two?â
âOf course,â she nods with a knowing smile, her suspicion is getting proven that this early meeting is with someone special.Â
The two chat lightly while Friday makes the coffees to go, handing the paper cups to Harry once theyâre done.
âHave a lovely day, Harry,â she waves after him and he nods back, pushing the door open with his hips, a cup in each of his hands.
He canât deny thereâs a pep in his step as he enters the building thatâs eerily empty so early in the morning. He did not expect his day to take such an unexpected turn yesterday. Heâs seen you around the office a few times before but he knew nothing about you, just that your laughter is ridiculously contagious. Then you jumped into the elevator with him in the morning, looking a bit messy but very pretty nevertheless. He could only blink as the elevator sped up and moments later you were out of sight.
But then you strolled into the IT department with your ruined computer and he finally learned your name. While he wanted to help with your laptop as much and fast as possible, he was also dreading the moment youâd pick the harddrive up with all your files and then never talk to him again. He felt silly, crushing on a woman he only officially met just a few hours before, but he couldnât help it. Even when you were visibly stressed and worried he thought you were enchanting.Â
He was not expecting you to ask for his help, but luckily his brain clicked instantly and agreed without hesitation. For one, heâs been dealing with boring projects as the rookie on the team and this seems like a great challenge for him.Â
On the other hand, he would have said yes to anything you asked him, literally.Â
So now as he walks into the meeting room where youâre supposed to meet his excitement is mixed with some anxiety, because as much as he is curious about this project he is nervous to spend so much time with you all of a sudden. He can only hope he wonât seem like a freak to you.
Thanks to the early Skype session with Sammy youâre on time too, arriving to the office building just minutes after Harry. Heâs setting his laptop up when you arrive, his head snapping up when you approach the desk and take the seat next to him.
âMorning,â you smile at him warmly.
âGood morning,â he smiles back, fixing his glasses to sit straight before reaching for the extra cup of coffee. âUm, I brought you this. Actually, I realized too late that I donât know how you like your coffee, so y-you donât have to drink itâŠâ
âOh! Thatâs very kind, thank you! I drink coffee however I can,â you chuckle. âI just need the caffeine.â
You see a small smile flash across his face before he returns to his computer while you settle next to him.Â
âBefore we start, I wanted to go over something with you.â Harry turns to you curiously as you try to figure out what to even say. âThis is a huge thing and I know it needs a lot of time and work. I donât feel comfortable letting you do it without getting anything for the work you do.â
âOh, I-I donât need anything, Iâm glad to help.â
âThatâs very kind, but it still doesnât feel fair. If there is anything I can do for you, literally anything, just feel free to ask. I would feel better if I knew youâre getting your reward for your work.â
Harry thinks about it for a few seconds before nodding to himself.
âDo I have to come up with something now?â
âNo,â you chuckle. âJust promise me youâll think of some way I can pay you back.â
âOkay.â
In the next hour you learn two things. One, working with Harry is incredibly easy. He is efficient, communicates well and simply a great at teamwork, itâs like a breath of fresh air after some of the people youâve previously worked with.
The other thing you learn is that he is incredibly smart and it makes him very⊠sexy.
God, you shouldnât be having these thoughts after what happened with Eric, but youâre not immune to a good-looking man with so much knowledge, especially when itâs in IT. You know nothing about coding and when he pulls up his miles long codes, types quietly for a few minutes and then shows you what he did, explaining to you the science behind it⊠itâs making you feel things you shouldnât be. Itâs so attractive when someone knows so much about something and theyâre passionate and devoted to the field. Itâs clear that Harryâs field is programming and he is ridiculously good at it.Â
You were afraid the task would turn out to be impossible and every time he spends just a little more time silently staring at his code youâre expecting him to give up and tell you he canât do it.
But he comes up with something every time and by the time the meeting ends you feel oddly enthusiastic and optimistic about the whole makeover that was scaring you to death just yesterday.
âHarry, you are⊠truly a life saver,â you sigh contently as you lean back in your seat, a long list of tasks on your screen, but you can actually see the light at the end of the tunnel now.Â
âIâm happy to help,â he smiles shyly, nodding to himself.Â
âDo not forget about the payment, I really want to pay it all back to you.â
âI wonât, I promise,â he chuckles softly.
âAlright. Iâll see you tomorrow, right?â
âTomorrow,â he confirms before packing up his stuff and leaving.
You stay in your seat for a little longer, just having a break before starting your actual work day. Opening up your calendar you check what meetings you have today and thatâs when you face what youâve been religiously ignoring since yesterdayâs ordeal.
The weekly marketing sync where most of the time itâs just you and Eric, because Dominik, the third person who should be present likes to cancel last minute.Â
Itâs ridiculous that you still havenât gotten into contact with him. Part of you was expecting him to come to you, to give you any kind of explanation though there is nothing he could have said that would have explained why he did all of that.
Itâs been radio silence on his part and now you have to face him and talk to him.
Youâd rather throw up in the middle of the office than do it, but you have to suck it up and deal with him.
He is there in the meeting room when you walk in, typing away on his computer like nothing happened, like he didnât just try to ruin your career.
âEric?â you call out, your voice sounds a lot more confident than you were expecting luckily.
He looks up, his face remains completely blank and it just angers you even more.
âHey,â he nods without batting an eye.
âHey?â you chuckle, as you close the door behind you, shutting you away from the rest of the people outside. âDonât you have something to say to me?â
âY/N, do you really want to do this?â he sighs, as if it was tiring to even think about the situation.
âEric, you stole my whole presentation and sold it as yours!â
âAre you sure about that?â
Youâre seeing red. And youâve never been this close to actually punching someone in the face.Â
âOf course Iâm sure about it! That was my presentation! Are you fucking kidding me?!â
Eric stands from his seat, taking his sweet time as he walks closer, trying to intimidate you with the height difference, which used to work, you even found it hot when he towered over you, but now itâs like his existence is giving you the ick.
âYou have no proof, Y/N. And you didnât say a word at the meeting. That ship has sailed, now itâs time to move on.â
âIt was all just a joke to you?â
âI told you at the beginning I didnât want anything serious, that wasnât a lie.â
âBut did you do it just to fuck my presentation up? We literally started hooking up when the open position was announced.â
âDoes it matter?â
âIt does!â you laugh in disbelief, tears stinging your eyes, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry because of him.
âOkay,â he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. âI just wanted to get to know you and see what youâd come up with for the presentation, but then one thing followed the other and⊠I went with it.â He shrugs and then goes back to his computer like you just discussed the weather and not how he used you and then threw you away.
You canât hold yourself together any longer, so you turn around and get as far from him as possible as you try not to start sobbing in the middle of the office. Fuck, this shouldnât hurt this much, but you really trusted him, you thought you could have something serious, you were hoping Sammy wouldnât be right about him, but she was. Unfortunately.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you mumble under your breath as you approach your desk Zaya is not in today, so itâs pretty calm around your desk, but then you spot someone lingering there.
âY/N?â Harry sees how shaken you look as you finally reach him at your desk. âA-Are you alright?â
âHi Harry,â you force a smile out, but you canât fool anyone with it. âDid we⊠Do we have a meeting or something?â
âNo, I just wanted to show something⊠Y/N, are you about to cry?ââ
âN-No,â you shake your head, but your lips are already wobbling and you fail to prove your words right.
âUh, come on, letâs have a break. Want to come up to the roof?â He gently circles an arm around your shoulders and you let him lead you back to the elevators.
âRoof? We can go out to the roof?â you ask, wiping your tears away.
He doesnât reply, just makes sure to shield you from the curious eyes as you make your way up to the top of the building. You genuinely didnât know the roof could be used and when you see Harry push the heavy door open that leads outside youâre guessing itâs not exactly a public spot, but you donât question it.
It looks just like how a rooftop should look, itâs definitely not open for public use but when Harry leads you over the corner and you see a little bench there, facing the panoramic view, you know you have just found a secret spot.
âIs this where you hide from Steven?â you attempt to joke as you sit down with him.Â
âSometimes, yes,â he chuckles. âNot my spot though, I think the janitor comes up here to smoke, but I havenât run into him yet.â
You sit in silence, Harry gives you time and space to pull yourself together, not rushing you to talk at all and youâre grateful for his patience. Staring ahead at the view you take a few deep breaths, telling yourself not to let Ericâs bullshit get to your head.Â
âIâm sorry you had to⊠deal with my tantrum,â you chuckle sadly at last.Â
âThat wasnât a tantrum,â he smiles softly. âAnd donât be sorry, everyone could have a bad day. Want to talk about what happened?â
âI trusted the wrong person,â you purse your lips. âUm, the virus you found on my computer. Someone from the company put it there to fuck up my chances for a promotion Iâve been dreaming of for a long time.â
âWhat? Are you⊠are you serious?â
âYeah and the worst part is that⊠god, donât tell anyone, but Iâve been kind of⊠hooking up with him and he said it was all just to get closer to me.â
Harry opens his mouth to say something, but then ends up closing it, processing what you just told him. You donât blame him for being lost and confused, itâs a shitshow, to say the least.Â
âThatâs⊠Thatâs awful, Iâm sorry,â he clears his throat, gently shaking his head.Â
âYou have nothing to be sorry about,â you chuckle. âI trusted the wrong person. Learned my lesson,â you shrug, and you wish you could actually end it all in your head with that, but you know it will bother you for a while at least.Â
âCan I ask who this person is?â
âEric Sonders.â
âI think⊠I know him. Didnât think he could be this⊠vile.â
âMe neither!â you laugh.Â
âSo⊠he stole your idea and presentation, so now you have to do something else? And thatâs the makeover?â
Nodding you briefly tell him what happened at the meeting, he listens intently and then shakes his head in disapproval, probably just as upset and lost about Ericâs behavior as you are.Â
âYou should report him, this is incredibly unethical and unacceptable.â
âI have no proof. We canât prove that he did it all to my computer, you said it yourself.â
âShit, youâre right.â
While Harry is deep in his thoughts you just stare ahead of yourself, doing a short assessment of your current situation. This should have been an exciting, professionally challenging time in your life, working on something that would earn you your promotion, but now, you feel like itâs more out of your reach than ever.
âWeâll make it work,â Harry speaks up, as if he could read your mind. âWe can do it.â
âYou really think so?â
âYeah. Itâs gonna be a tight stretch, but⊠Itâs not impossible.â
âYou are truly a life saver for agreeing to do it, Harry. I have no idea what I would do without you.â
He turns to you with a sheepish smile and you notice the slight pink shade on his cheeks as he nods.
âIâm happy to help.â
Part of you knew this would be deadly, but even after expecting the worst, it hits you like a train.
In the next two weeks you feel like you spend every waking moment working on the project with Harry. Sometimes you do it together, sharing ideas, discussing them, sometimes youâre together but work in silence and sometimes you do it apart. Whichever it is, you eat, drink and dream with the new website.
While Harry is taking care of the coding, you do everything else, that means content writing, planning, organizing and also designing. Itâs been ages since the last time you designed anything, once upon a time you thought youâd end up in that field, but then somehow marketing came into the picture and now you have to combine your two passions.Â
Itâs destroying you absolutely, but slowly itâs starting to add up and you can see the progress.Â
On a Friday evening youâre still in the office after seven, practically everyone has left by now, but youâre deep in work with Harry beside you. It's one of those quiet sessions, when youâre working together, but only speak when thereâs an issue. Neither of you said anything for about an hour when the silence is interrupted by Harryâs ringing phone.
âAh, sorry,â he mumbles, jumping in his seat at the sudden noise as he reaches for the phone, checking the caller ID before his eyes go wide. âOh shit,â he mumbles and you look up at him as he answers the call. âHey Mitch!â
You hear a voice from the phone, but itâs too muffled for you to make out what they are saying.
âUm, Iâm kind of still at the office⊠No, I didnât forget!â he protests, but the look on his face clearly tells you he did forget something. âI-I donât know⊠Yeah, Iâve been just working with Y/N⊠No, I wonâtâ Mitch⊠No!... Uh, okayâŠâ
He holds the phone away from his ear, covering the mic with a hand as he looks at you with anxious eyes, he looks like a reindeer caught in headlights.Â
âUm, I forgot I was supposed to meet two of my friends for a few drinks. Is it okay if I leave now?â
âOh God, of course! Harry, itâs so late, I shouldnât have kept you here so long.â
âYou didnât keep me,â he chuckles, before the worried look returns to his face. âActually, would you⊠I mean only if you want toâSo do you maybe⊠want to come?â
Itâs adorable how he stumbles over his own words and you see the familiar pink shade tinting his face again, itâs a color youâve seen a lot lately and youâve grown to quite like it.Â
âOh, I wouldnât want to intrude on your time with your friends.â
âYou wouldnât intrude, I mean, Iâm asking because I want you to join, obviously.â
âI-Iâll just go home and work some more, itâs fineââ
âY/N, weâve been working all day,â he chuckles. âYou deserve some free time as well.â
You think of his words, these two weeks has been so busy you didnât even do anything else than working and sleeping practically. Some off time would be actually amazing for your fried brain.
âOnly if you truly donât mind,â you say at last.
âLetâs pack then,â he beams with a smile as he shuts his computer down.
Twenty minutes later youâre walking into a bar youâve never been to, joining Harryâs friends for drinks and though you canât put your finger on it, but for some reason you feel a bit anxious.Â
âHey guys,â Harry waves at a couple sitting in a dimly lit booth. The woman is the first one to look at you with a beaming, bright smile as she slides out and holds her hand out for you.
âHi! You must be Y/N! Iâm Sarah and this is my husband, Mitch,â
âItâs nice to meet you,â you breathe out as you shake hands with Mitch as well.
Youâre instantly bombarded with questions from Sarah as you slip into the booth and donât even notice that Harry leaves and then returns with two drinks.
âOh, thank you,â you smile at him as he sits beside you.
âSo how is the project going?â Mitch speaks up, lazily draping an arm to the back of the seat behind Sarah.
âItâs going good,â Harry hums with a small nod, very humble about how much he has gotten done in just the first week.
âMostly because of Harryâs hard work,â you add, praising him the way he deserves and it brings back that pink shade to his cheeks.
Sarah and Mitch are very easy to talk to, they seem curious about the projects the two of you are working on and just you in general. Youâre having a great time hanging out with them and you feel like youâve known them for a long time even though you literally just met.
You donât even notice how time flies by, only when Sarah checks the time and lets Mitch know that they need to be heading home so the babysitter can leave.
âIt was really nice meeting you, Y/N. I hope we can do this some other time,â Sarah hugs you.
âIf Harry doesnât mind me interrupting his time with his friends, then Iâm in,â you chuckle, looking at the man in question who just shakes his head with a shy smile, letting you know he definitely does not mind.
âAlright, then itâs settled!â
They say their goodbye to Harry as well and suddenly itâs just the two of you in the booth and Harry is noticeably more nervous than before.
âUm, w-we donât have to stay, if you want to go home, you coââ
âIâm happy to stay, Harry,â you smile at him without hesitation. He seems surprised, but excited at your answer.
You order another round of drinks and with the previous ones already consumed, it seems like Harry is slowly opening up, leaving his shyness behind and you get to have a peek behind his walls. The more you find out about him the more sure you get that he is truly an amazing, brilliant person and you wish you had met him earlier.
Maybe then you wouldnât have fallen for Ericâs bullshit. Maybe then you would have fallen for him.
The drinks youâve had donât actually let it register, but youâre already developing a crush on him. How could you not? He is sweet, caring, smart, very thoughtful, basically the polar opposite of Eric. Itâs making you question what you even saw in that asshole, you really put the bar too low.
âOh shit, itâs already three in the morning,â you chuckle, when you finally check the time. âI should head home, I canât sleep all day tomorrow,â you sigh, rubbing your face with your hands, realizing just how tired you feel.Â
âIâll call an Uber, is it okay if we share one?â
âItâs more than okay,â you smile at him lazily.
Minutes later youâre out in front of the bar, waiting for the ride to arrive. It has gotten significantly chillier, you did not dress for a night out so youâre holding your blazer jacket tight on yourself. When Harry notices he shrugs off his jean jacket without a word and drapes it over your shoulders.
âNo, youâll be cold!â you try to protest, but he shakes his head.
âI have a hoodie in my backpack,â he shrugs and pulls out a black hoodie, putting it on right when a car pulls up in front of you.
âThank you for inviting me out tonight,â you quietly speak up on the backseat of the Uber, staring at Harryâs dimly lit handsome face. His glasses slid down on the bridge of his nose and you had enough drinks to have the courage to reach out and push them back gently. The gesture seemingly surprised him, but he doesnât protest, just keeps his eyes focused on you.
âIt was nice hanging out with you outside of the office.â
âNow we know we have things to talk about outside of the project,â you chuckle, making him grin as well. âWeâre a great duo, Harry.â
âYou think so?â
âYeah. I wasnât sure about it at first, I have never had to work this closely together with an IT guy and I was afraid I might be too intense for you. But it all turned out so good, I like spending time with you.â
âReally?â
âIs it that surprising?â you chuckle, letting your head fall back and rest on the back of the seat. âYouâre a cool guy, Harry Styles. And very handsome.â
The last comment rolls off your tongue before you could bite it back and though itâs too dark to see it, you just know he is all blushed. Before any of you could speak up, the car comes to a stop, youâve arrived at your building. Harry gets out of the car with you and walks you up to the door.Â
âSee you on monday?â he shyly kicks the dust, hands in his pockets.Â
âYeah. Thanks for tonight,â you repeat yourself and thereâs a heartbeat of silence where you feel that moment.
You probably should not be feeling this way, not after getting yourself burnt so bad, but you canât help it. You want to kiss Harry and for a split second you believe he wants to do the same. His eyes flicker down to your lips and you move just a tiny bit closer to him, time stands still and just when you think heâll do it, he clears his throat and steps back.
âGood night, Y/N,â he mumbles nodding before he walks back to the car.Â
You stand there, feeling stupid as you blink after him before snapping out of your trance, forcing yourself to walk inside. As you take a quick shower and get ready to bed you get into a spiral.Â
First of all youâre such a needy idiot for jumping from one man to the other. You should not be looking at men at all after Eric and yet here you are, crushing on yet another coworker of yours, what is wrong with you?!Â
And second, why were you expecting him to kiss you? Youâve barely known each other for a few weeks and Harry is a reasonable man, he is probably not at all like you, he probably doesnât want to get involved with a coworker especially not you. Some signs were giving you a feeling that he might have liked you more than just a friend, but you must have totally misread him.Â
You have to control yourself and not scare him away, especially since he is doing you a huge favor, the last thing you want to do is to make him uncomfortable.
Harry hasnât stopped thinking about you all weekend. Specifically about that moment in front of your apartment building where he would have sworn he felt you were expecting him to kiss you, but he couldnât do it. Not when you were clearly intoxicated.
He didnât want you to think he would ever take advantage of you like that.
The next week starts oddly. He gets some extra tasks and you get involved in another project as well, so you canât work together like last week. Monday and then Tuesday rushes by without the two of you meeting. By Wednesday Harry is craving to see you again and it seems like itâs finally happening, because you donât cancel your morning meeting. He arrives in a good mood with coffee for you and him, excited to show you everything he finished in the past days.
But then he can feel the change in you when you walk in.
You seem off, but at first he canât tell why. Youâre not your bubbly self, you seem very closed off and oddly professional compared to the times the two of you met earlier. Harry tries to tell himself itâs nothing serious, but the more time you spend together the more obvious itâs getting and he canât take it anymore.
âY/N?â he quietly asks at the end of the meeting. âIs everything alright?â
âSure,â you nod, but itâs like as if you didnât even believe it yourself.
âDid⊠Did I do something that upset you?â
âNope, I justâŠâ You sigh, giving up the facade youâve been trying hard to keep up. âListen, about Friday, Iâm very sorry, Harry.â
âSorry? For what?â
âI feel like I overstepped a line and made you uncomfortable, Iâm sorry about that. If I made you uncomfortable. I want us to work well together and my unfiltered mouth was not at all professional that night, so Iâm really sorry about that.â
Harry is blinking at you, confused and lost about what you truly meant by all that. He did not see this coming and now he has no idea how to react other than just looking at you with a startled expression.
âCan we just go back to where we were before that?â
âWhere⊠I donât-I mean, umâŠâ
âLetâs just forget about when we parted ways, please?â
âSo⊠Uh, yeah,â he at last nods, trying his best to mask his disappointment. He thought there might be something more between the two of you, but this conversation is proof that you just had too many drinks and you didnât mean any of it.Â
âThank you so much,â you breathe out in relief. âI wouldnât want to ruin our work together.â
Harry nods silently and doesnât ask more about it.Â
He is trying hard to hide his disappointment and part of home wants to know if you felt even the slightest spark on Friday or it was all just the alcohol, but he is not one to dig into things that might end him up in an awkward situation. He just swallows it all down and pulls his walls up again.
You can feel a bitter taste in your mouth as well after your talk with Harry. Something felt off, but you canât put your finger on it and soon you have something else to worry about.Â
Youâre surprised to see Eric chatting with Zaya when you return to your desk. Your intern, bless her heart, is trying to keep a straight and professional face but you can tell she wants to scream at the man who definitely thinks he is charming the young girl with his small talk.Â
âEric? What are you doing here?â you ask, biting your tongue so you donât tell him to leave and fuck himself.
âHey, can we talk? Privately?âÂ
You look at Zaya and her eyes tell you what she thinks: itâs the literal worst idea ever. And you want to say no to him, but judging from his antics lately he would somehow use it against you so you donât have much of a choice.
âSure,â you mumble and the two of you take an empty meeting room. âSo?âÂ
âLook, I want to apologize.â
What? Is he for real? That was unexpected.
âMy behavior was uncalled for and very unprofessional.â
âDo you mean the way you stole my idea and presentation or the way you talked to me when I confronted you about it?â
âCan you not attack me, please?â he gives you a look that would have put you in place before, but now it just annoys you. He is trying to make you be the one in the wrong and you want to snap at him for still being such an ass, but you want to be the bigger person and stay professional. No matter how much you hate him, youâre still colleagues.Â
âGo on,â you sigh, folding your arms over your chest.
âI know I canât change the past but I think it's best if we deal with it in a decent way.â
How noble of him, pulling the rug from underneath you and then acting like he is this decent, peaceful man who just wants to work together. You want to throw up, but you swallow it back and force a smile onto your face.
âSure, of course,â you tell him.
Seemingly Eric is satisfied with the work he did, but he is so tone deaf it hurts. He smiles nodding and heads out of the room with you behind him.
âGreat talk!â he enthuses before walking away.
Zaya turns to you with wide eyes and you just shake your head.
âHe wanted to apologize, though he didnât really succeed, but I feel like it doesnât matter to him,â you shrug as you sit behind your desk.
âYouâre not forgiving him, right?â
âOf course not,â you scoff. âBut weâre still colleagues, I canât keep up the beef, itâs too tiring. Iâll just ignore his existence.â
You donât think much of Ericâs ridiculous attempt to make peace, you keep your focus on your own project.Â
Thereâs a bit of awkwardness between you and Harry after your little talk, but you feel like with time it eases and you write it off as just him not fond of situations like the one you put him into on Friday.Â
Thursday afternoon the two of you are having another session together, working on some details heâs been trying to figure out himself, but he needs your input to finish them as well. It turns into brainstorming which results in a bunch of new things you want to include, but it will also add more work to your plate.
âIâm really sorry I always just keep adding new stuff to your load,â you sigh, truly feeling like youâre constantly overstepping boundaries, but Harry just shakes his head.
âIâm excited about these all. These are great functions and Iâm looking forward to writing the code.â
âThat sounded so nerdy,â you chuckle, but notice that Harryâs smile has disappeared.
âSorry.â
âOh no, I didnât mean it like that! Itâs great, I love it when someone is so passionate about something. I love it when you get deep into the tech talk. I think itâs amazing how much you know about these stuff.â
âBut you can always just tell me to shut up, I know a lot of people donât like it when I talk like that,â he mumbles, noticeably avoiding looking you in the eyes.
âHas⊠someone told you not to talk about programming?â
âUmâŠâ He shifts uncomfortably and youâre about to tell him he doesnât need to answer, but then he speaks up. âMy ex girlfriend hated it when I talked about IT stuff,â he shrugs, but you can tell itâs something he struggled with.Â
You canât imagine ever telling him to stop talking about something that brings him this much joy. Itâs clear this is his element and any woman that would try to restrain it is an idiot and canât appreciate how wonderful this man is.Â
You watch him quietly finish up on his computer before he starts to shut it down and you know you have to say something.
âShe did not deserve you.â
He blinks at you surprised so you continue.
âAnyone who wants you to stop talking about something that makes you happy is not a person you want in your life, Harry, I hope you know that.â
âUh⊠thank you,â he mumbles, that lovely pink shade taking over his face once again.
âYou can always talk tech with me. I like listening to it.â
âYou do?â
âYeah. It amazes me, because I know nothing about it.â And itâs really hot, you want to add, but then bite your tongue.Â
Thereâs a tiny smile on his pink lips and you can tell this moment matters to him more than you could imagine and youâre glad you could make him happy like that.
âD-Do you want to grab something to eat?â he suggests as the two of you head out of the meeting room.
âThat sounds great! Iâm starving!â you groan. âLet me just grab my bag from my desk.
Harry nods and follows you, he already has his backpack with him. Youâre musing about what you should have and Harry is telling you about this amazing bagel place he loves when you spot the familiar figure near your desk.Â
âEric, what are you doing here?â you ask, but youâre tempted to phrase your words differently, because itâs quite obvious he was snooping around your desk, not expecting you to show up after office hours.
âY/N, hi! I was just⊠I thought I left some papers here the other day,â he clears his throat, stepping away from your desk.Â
âYou had no papers with you,â you simply say, knowing well something is off with him.
âMaybe I remembered wrong,â he chuckles. âAlright, see you later,â he waves and then leaves quickly before you could ask any more questions.Â
âWhat was that about?â Harry asks as you launch at your desk, checking what might have changed.
âHe was looking for something. He is trying to play me again,â you hiss through your teeth, frantically examining what he could have put his hands on, but you see nothing out of place. But then you realize that he must have thought you left your laptop, thatâs what he was looking for. âOh my God,â you gasp, quickly starting your laptop to see if there is anything wrong with it.Â
âWhat? Whatâs going on?â
âHarry, can you, uhhâCan you check if there is anything wrong with my laptop?â you plead as he rounds your desk and sits nodding, though he is a tad bit lost about whatâs happening.
âLike, check if thereâs another virus, or something?â
âYes. I think he was trying to tamper with it again, I canât know for sure if he hasnât touched it earlier.â
You knew his half-assed apology was tactic, but you didnât think he would do it all over again. Eric really isnât the person you thought him to be.
You watch Harry type away on your computer, anxiously waiting for him to say anything and in the meanwhile youâre planning how youâll get rid of Eric the moment you finally get your well-deserved promotion. Thereâs no way youâre letting a snake like him work at the company.Â
âI donât see anything,â Harry finally leans back and you exhale in relief.
âI canât let it out of my sight from now on,â you grumble, shaking your head.Â
In this moment you feel like youâre running out of energy, all because you trusted the wrong person. Feeling defeated you collapse into Zayaâs chair, pinching the bridge of your nose.
âDonât be so hard on yourself,â Harry softly says, as if he could read your mind.
âIâm in this situation because I made all the worst choices. I canât blame anyone else but myself.â
âYou couldnât have known this is how it would turn out to be.â
âI know, butâŠâ
âNo but. Just⊠You know what? Iâll install an extra security program on your laptop so only you can access it, alright?â
âReally?â you sit up straight.
âYeah, just give me a few moments.â
He gets down to work, works his magic and a minute later he is explaining to you what he got set up on your laptop to secure it.
âHarry, I owe you so much at this point,â you sigh in relief when it sinks in that Eric will not get his hands on your things again. âI have no idea how I will be able to pay you back.â
You notice a slight shift in him as he clears his throat, looking at you nervously.
âAbout that⊠I-I think I know h-howâI mean I thought about what⊠you couldâŠâ
âYou know what you want in return?â you perk up, happy to do something for Harry after everything he did for you.Â
âY-you can say no, itâs okay, I justâUmâŠâ
âHarry, whatever it is, my answer is gonna be yes,â you chuckle, placing a gentle hand on his arm. He looks at your hand and then up to your eyes before finally speaking up.
âGo on a date⊠with me?â
Harry has been working up the courage to ask you all day, but he didnât think he would have the balls to say it out loud. Sarah and Mitch urged him to shoot his shot, even after the kind of awkward conversation you had earlier. His friends were convinced you were into him regardless, but heâs been struggling to believe it himself.
It was kind of random he blurted it out, but now itâs been said and he is about to faint, waiting for your response. Youâre staring back at him, eyebrows slightly raised, lips parted, but no words have left your mouth since his question.
âY-You donât have to, I-I understandâI mean, itâsââ
âHarry,â you cut him off. âI would love to go on a date with you,â you finally tell him and it feels like a stone has been lifted off his shoulders, his heart is about to jump out of his chest any moment.
âBut I wonât take it as your payment,â you add and now itâs his turn to be surprised.Â
âWhat?â he breathes out, not sure what to make of your words.
âI would never take it as a payment, because I would go on a date with you regardless, Harry. Think of something else and we will have the date as well.â
âReally?âÂ
âOf course,â you chuckle.Â
âOkay, alright, um⊠then⊠itâs a date!â
Harry is late.
He promised to be there at the meeting room on time to support you and answer any tech related questions that might come up in connection with your presentation. Eric is now presenting his (your) idea, he has added some features to it since he stole the whole thing, but itâs still mainly yours.Â
âThank you very much for your attention,â he nods as he finishes his talk and the board claps shortly before itâs your turn to stand in front of them.Â
Youâre plugging your laptop together with the projector when the door of the meeting room opens and Harryâs head pops inside. Relief washes over you as you watch him apologize for his late arrival and take a seat. Your gaze meets his and he smiles at you sweetly, holding his thumb up for you as you load the presentation. Now you feel braver, knowing he is here to support you.
You desperately wish you could read minds as you go on with your presentation. Youâre met with mostly blank faces, but they were the same during Ericâs presentation as well, so you canât tell what they are thinking about. Itâs going smoothly, you rehearsed it a million times instead of sleeping in the past few days and when itâs time for questions you ace all of them, even the few tech ones. Youâve spent so much time with Harry that you can easily give an answer to everything at this point.
âThank you for your attention,â you nod smiling at the end and disconnect your laptop from the projector, walking back to Harry.
âYou did amazing,â he smiles at you proudly and his approval means the most to you.Â
âThanks.â
âIâm sorry I was late, I had to take care of something.â
âItâs okay. Iâm just happy youâre here.â
âOf course. I wouldnât have missed it.â The CEO stands up and all heads turn in his direction.
âThank you for the presentations, I would like to ask the candidates to leave the room so we can vote.â
You gather all your stuff and head out with Harry by your side. Eric ignores your existence, as if he didnât lie and cheat his way to this moment, but youâre not stressing yourself anymore about it.Â
You definitely believe in karma.
âYouâve got this,â Harry smiles at you softly and your heart melts at his expression.Â
Youâre planning to have your date tonight. Itâs gonna be either a âyouâve got the promotion, now letâs celebrate with our dateâ occasion or âyou didnât get the promotion so letâs cheer you up with a dateâ, youâre fine with both, truly. You know you put everything you had into this promotion and if they still decide not to choose you, thatâs their loss and your sign to move on.Â
Youâre beyond excited about your date. Thereâs been an obvious change in your dynamic since Harry has asked you out, there are more glances, little touches, compliments and some very apparent sexual tension thatâs still within the lines of comfort, itâs not too hard to control yourself, but you keep noticing more and more things about him that are pulling you towards him.
âI will miss our little work session,â you smile back at him shyly.
âLittle? They usually lasted hours,â he chuckles, making you laugh too.
âLoved them all,â you shrug and the look on his face tells you he did too.Â
The board takes some time to make their decision and when the door opens fifteen minutes later your heart skips a beat. The CEO asks you all to return to the room and you take your previous seat, Harry sitting next to you. His hand brushes against your knee shortly and you look at him, your gaze meeting his as he gives you an encouraging smile.
âThank you all for these amazing presentations, we were very pleased with the plans and projects,â the CEO starts as he stands at the head of the table. âWe had no doubt you two are the best applicants for the position and itâs been hard to decide who to choose, but at last we made a decision.â
Oh God, youâre about to throw up. Is it you? Is it Eric? You hope you wonât cry. That could happen in either case, but you really donât want to cry in front of all these people.Â
âThe person we chose to fulfill the position isâŠâ His eyes scan over the both of you as you hold your breath and then it finally lands on you. âY/N Y/L/N. Congratulations.â
And just like that, your lungs fill with air again and it feels like a rock has been lifted off your shoulders.Â
âI told you,â you hear Harry beside you and when you look at him you see pride all over his face and you canât stop yourself from throwing your arms around his neck to hug him.
âThank you, it wouldnât have happened without you,â you mumble as you squeeze him tight before letting go of him, going up to the board to shake hands.Â
At first you donât even process it, but then Ericâs voice hits your ear and you realize he is turning red across the table, complaining nonstop about the outcome.
â...The whole thing was so fucking out of the blue! Redesigning the whole website? Thatâs like suicide!...â
You donât even have the chance to react to his comments, the CEO speaks up for everyone.
âY/Nâs idea is daring, innovative and brave, just what we need. We donât want to play it safe and your idea was definitely in the safe zone.â
âHis idea,â you scoff under your breath.
âActually, there is something I would like to show you, if you have a few more minutes,â Harry speaks up as he starts his laptop and moves over to where the board is. Youâre watching him completely puzzled.
âThereâs been an unfortunate incident about the presentations. Y/Nâs original idea was stolen, a virus has been planted on her computer to cover up the deed, but I could not recover enough information about the perpetrator to make accusations, that was until a few days ago.â
What?!
You see Ericâs red face turn completely white as Harry types away on his computer and then shows something to the board. They curiously eye the alleged proof as Harry continues.
âProof could be only found on the perpetratorâs device and a few days ago I had access to Ericâs computer when he brought it in for a check up, since itâs been working too slow. As expected and told, I make a full check on every device in these cases and found unquestionable proof that Eric stole Y/Nâs presentation through the virus.â
Oh lord.Â
You watch as everyone on the board processes what they see on Harryâs computer and you can feel the switch in them towards Eric.
âEric, letâs have a chat in my office. Now,â the CEO says and itâs definitely an order and Eric doesnât try to go against it, just nods and follows him out of the room.
âHarry, why didnât you tell me you were planning to do this?!â you ask as you rush up to him. The board members are leaving the meeting room, leaving the two of you alone.Â
âI uhâ I wanted it to be a surprise. Eric showed up at the IT department the other day and I got his case without him knowing so I could snoop around. Found the evidence right away so I thought the board should know what he did.â
âWhy did you wait until they announced who got the promotion? This could have kicked him out of the contest right away.â
âI knew youâd get it,â he smiles shyly. âI had no doubt they would choose you, I wanted you to experience defeating him after what he did to you.â
To say youâre touched is an understatement. He didnât just help you immensely to get this promotion, but also went out of his way to serve you justice. He has done more for you than anyone ever.Â
You just know you canât let the moment pass and ignoring the fact that youâre still at work, though no one is around to see, you close the distance between the two of you and press your lips against his.
This kiss has been hanging there for a while and youâd be lying if you said you have never fantasized about what it would be like to kiss Harry, but reality is a thousand times more magical. His lips are soft and warm, go so well with yours and once his first wave of shock passes he finally returns it and you melt in his arms.Â
You had a feeling Harry was a great kisser, but the way he claims your lips just blows your mind. He is sweet and gentle but also demanding at the same time and if only you werenât in the office youâd pretty much jump into his arms and let him do whatever he wants to you.Â
Somewhere in the distance a phone rings and it breaks the spell, making you realize that you shouldnât get carried away.Â
âSorry,â you smile, your lips barely just an inch away from his still. âI got⊠I justâThank you. For everything you did for me.â
âDonât be sorry,â he returns your smile and pecks your lips shortly one more time. âAnd I will always be here to support you.â
You might look like a lunatic as you watch the guy on the other side of the glass door of your office finish up the sign on the door.
Y/N Y/L/N, Head Of Digital Marketing.
God, you still canât have enough of the sound of it even though you got the promotion two months ago. Okay, the first month you spent in your old job, teaching the ropes for your successor before you could start your transition into your new position.
Now itâs official and you couldnât be happier about it.
Checking the time you sit back to your computer to finish up work for the day. Itâs been one hell of a week, youâve worked overtime three times so itâs great that today is finally Friday. You answer some more emails and check your calendar for the next week, making sure everything is settled.
Thereâs a soft knock on the door and when you look up your heart skips a beat, seeing Harry walk in, his backpack on one shoulder.
âHey. Are you done?â
âJust one moment,â you smile and he nods, walking over to the window, patiently waiting for you to finish everything up.Â
When you turn the computer off and look up at him, you notice that he is staring at you already.
âWhat?â you ask, packing up.
âNothing, just⊠you look so pretty.â
You still havenât gotten used to his compliments, though they always just keep on coming and coming. You love them.
And you love him.
Walking over to him you wrap your arms around his waist as you steal a kiss. Usually you try to keep the PDA out of the office, but sometimes he is just too hard to resist. Like now.
Youâve been officially a couple for two months, your first date after your big presentation was like a dream, Harry took you to all of his favorite spots in the city and then you just spent hours stargazing on the roof of his apartmentâs building, he had a whole setup with a mattress, blankets and pillows, it was the sweetest thing ever, the best way to celebrate your win. Since then, itâs been endless dates, movie nights, trips on the weekend, youâve been kind of inseparable. Well, outside of the office, because you try your best to stay professional at work.Â
âWhat was that for?â he chuckles softly, his cheeks have that soft pink shade on them that you just want to kiss all over.Â
âIâm just happy. Thatïżœïżœs it.â Reaching up you fix his glasses before taking a step back and heading out.
Usually you just walk side by side to the elevator, but today you feel extra upbeat, so when you step into the elevator you gently take his hand and lace it together with yours and you canât help but smile every time youâre in here with Harry.
Because he told you this is where he saw you for the very first time that day you overslept before your disastrous presentation. He was the one who held the elevatorâs door for you. You were so disoriented that you didnât notice him then and he likes to tease you about it, saying that he knew that moment he was into you, all while you didnât even look at him. In return, you always bring up how you were the one kissing him for the first time.Â
Itâs crazy to think how much has happened between those two things or even between that morning and today. He was the quiet IT genius who you dragged into your madness. He is still a genius, but youâve gotten to know the sides of him others canât see and you love all of them, it just took you some time to open him up. To decode him.
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a/n: a quick update bc im still too caught up on my thesis #prayforme
it's not really related to the part 1 ig just full about relationship with heeseung | wc: 1,8k-ish
!!! part 1 !!!
just like a fallen leaves that the wind blows away easily, the breath you take mindlessly, and the boiling ramen soup that evaporates under its cup quickly. the memory of your first party is now long gone since six of your brother's friends come to your house almost everyday.
you don't even bother questioning what matter your brother had on that day. they said that it was just about dissenting opinions and you easily buy it.
it's been two weeks since the tragedy, and today you can confidently declare that jake is no longer the only one you know among them. you have heeseung now. of course, he isn't the most friendly, but you notice he is the most attentive and reliable, sometimes even more than your brother, jay. the rest of them are basically your acquaintances now, but something is surely different between you and heeseung.
he's still quietly annoying, secretly irritating, and overall not so different from your brother. yet the tension is still unchanged since he took you home that day. it's so obvious like you have never practically left alone with him in the same room together. well, sometimes it's light and playful, but sometimes it's just too thick until you start doubting your self control. but the point is, the tension is always there. making it a trio out of you twoâif that makes sense.
ealier today, your brother had promise to pick you up after your archery club meetings. but he suddenly has more urgent thing to do, so it just slipped your mouth, "can i ask heeseung?"
jay's head turned to you in a split millisecond. "why him? what's going on?"
"nothing. you promised to take me to the vinyl store you know,"
"you can ask mom?"
"you really think she's gonna take me there?"
he sighed. "fine. i'll talk to him."
just like that and the boy is already waiting for you in his regular fit denim jacket. with his chunky motorbike, obviously.
"had fun, katniss everdeen?" his smug smirk welcomed you. you roll your eyes, trying to ignore his smirk that somehow look flirty to you. "yes, rubeus hagrid."
he scoffs. "really? from all the characters in the world?"
"what? you're tall and ride a bike."
he nods before putting on his helmet, a smirk still evident on his mouth. "hagrid it is."
after he puts on your half face helmet, you jump behind him. "let's go."
contradicting your words, he got off his bike and looked at you in disbelief. "how can you go archery in a skirt?" his voice muffled by the helmet.
"i didn't. we're just discussing someââ
again he cuts you as he took his clothes out of the bag for you to wear. a black knit sweater fall on your nearly exposed thighs. "tie it around."
"is it 2014 orâ"
"wear it or we aren't going anywhere."
you grunt silently and let the knit sleeve wrapped around your waist to cover your thighs safely. feel satisfied, heeseung back on his seat, "hold on tightly. it's so windy."
you happily obey as you did the last time he rode you home. he didn't complain tho, as if it didn't bother him nor throw him into another dimension.
as he said earlier, it's windy so it's even harder to concentrate on the road when the wind keeps blowing up his sweater on your thighs. well, he blamed it on the wind rather than his bike or you.
on the other hand, you are just enjoying his warm back, not wanting to move your head before you arrive, let alone caring about your exposed skin. even the helmet's bulkiness doesn't stop you from leaning in so shamelessly.
your thumb still absentmindedly caressing his toned stomach when he takes turn to the last turn before the vinyl store you've been thinking about all day.
you hop off the bike so cheerfully and hand him his helmet to untie his sweater from your waist and wear it on top of your shirt then run into the store. at this point, heeseung didn't even look like a brother, but more like a driver? or even a bodyguard your parents paid for their reckless daughter.
you are holding you targeted LP when heeseung arrives beside you. "oh, it was released today?" he asks.
you nod excitedly. "yes!" you almost jump on your feet.
"should i pick this or this one?" you take the deluxe version on your right hand.
"it's black and white." heeseung takes the deluxe version and read the song list on its back.
"yeah, not so match my collection."
"but it has more songs."
"exactly!" you sigh confusedly.
as usual, there are only a few visitors in the store that you are really thankful for because that means you don't need to rush your purchase.
"so? let's decide."
you exhale heavily after thinking for a while. "fine, this one." you pointing at the deluxe version on his hand. he chuckles seeing your frustrated face. "i swear you'll regret it if you don't get the completed version."
"i know." you murmur and turn around to go to the cashier.
"nah, maybe i'll just look for the vintage." a familiar voice from the entrance resonate in your eardrums as goosebumps creep through your skin.
you turn your head to heeseung. "fuck." you mumble in despair.
you pull him to the nearest corner and let him towering over you in order to shield you from the most person you avoid on earth. why is he here anyway?
you hold your LP tightly in your hand while the other mindlessly grip on heeseung shirt beneath his jacket. your breathing slowly becomes irregular as anxiety takes over your body. you keep peeking through heeseung's body that you don't realize his gaze is no longer confused but rather unreadable.
his one arm resting on the shelf next to your face. his head tilts down to look you with the most confusing expression with a slightly open mouth.
"what?" you ask casually to cover your now double anxious state. he doesn't reply but you can see his jaw tightening.
"she got me a new turntable, bro. she's crazy."
"that's what i meant a lucky bastard, bro, what the fuck?"
you bite your inner lip. "help me, please? that was my exâew, no, not even my ex. and he's the least person i want to meet in the world."
"why?" he asks in a low tone, making you shiver.
"it's long storyâwell, he cheated on me, basicallyâbut i don't care anymore, i just don't want to face him."
his face leans closer. "still can't move on?" he asks again. half teasing, half confirming.
you scoff, a little distracted by his scent. "w-what? no! why woâfuck,"
you saw him in the hallway, just a few meters from you.
"what do you want me to do?" in contrast to you, heeseung still sounds so relax. you feel your head spinning just from the thought of probability of him saying something if he sees you there.
"anything as long as he can't see me," you meet his sharp eyes. "...please?" your legs begin to fidget in place.
"you sure just for him not to see you?"
you frown at him. is he reading your mind?
he brushes his finger on your cheek carefully. he knows exactly what you want him to do, he's just not sure if he can actually do it. he doesn't know if his body allows it.
"david bowie is on the back shelf, i guess."
"shit, heeseung, he's here!"
"relax, ma'am. you got me."
you tiptoe on your toes and reach for his shoulder. "c'mon, heeseung," you plead.
he runs his hands on your hips and slightly tilts his head to the side.
"oh my god, be more convincing!" you squeeze the hem of his jacket.
"you want me to do this?" he whispers angrily as his nose touches yours.
you went silent for a few seconds. him, the bastard you are avoiding is surely now at heeseung's back and is looking at you two. disgusted, maybe. but he's not moving at all.
beside that, you have never been this close with heeseung. his thumbs still caressing your cheek and you unconsciously lean in to his touch. his ragged breath fanning your lips as his eyes burning through your lips. you decide to exhanging gaze with his hazzy one. he looks so resigned and helpless which you know there's no way he can take an action from now.
"ay, it's on the back shelf, bro, c'mon, leave 'em alone."
"wait."
"fuck it, hee. i'm sorry," you grab his nape and press your lips into his. you don't move an inch, just let it brush for a moment until the bastard goes to the next hallway.
finally, you pull away and exhale the breath you didn't know you were holding. but heeseung is faster. he holds your back and pulls you back to him so impossibly close then put his lips back to yours.
he kisses you slowly yet so demanding, like he means it on every movement he does. his hands roaming from your back to your side then rests in your waist. his knit sweater makes you even warmer despite the heat that radiates from your body.
"i'm not gonna bring regret to my house, y/n." he whispers between his kisses, sending a shiver down your spine, then starts to kiss you deeper.
giving up on his touch, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brushing his nape lightly. the bastard you were avoiding has now disappeared in your memory as you try so hard to keep up with his absurd yet addicting tempo. you lightly pull his hair everytime he bites your lower lip.
an unwanted whine just slips out of your mouth as his lips trailing around your jaw then back to your lips. you squirm in your place noticing your body pressed between his body and the wooden shelf behind you before pulling away.
"you don't know what you're doing to me, do you?" he asks, panting.
you stare at him blankly. honestly, you do, sometimes.
"been trying to do that since forever," he admits. you chuckle. "don't be so dramatic, we're just started talking two weeks ago."
he still stare at you, not blinking. "so long since your smile always does it for me."
you stay silent.
"i don't know what you're exactly do but please stop what you're doing to me." he says, frustrated. "don't want your brother to go feral again, do you?"
you gulp hardly. "but i don't do anything." you decide to return his stare and bite your lip. "and heeseung, i'm afraid i can't control myself after this," you admit.
his jaw tightens, again. your words and the way you said it have his body become stiff and chest rumbling.
noticing his rigidness, you tiptoe and kiss his cheek before finally running to the cashier, making the boy grunts under his breath. "god, she's impossible."
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your angst is so UGHHHHH AMAZING. im literally reading every single thing on your masterlist. i need more hobie hurt/comfort or miguel or anyone actually idc who it is i just love your writingggg. maybe like theyâve had a bad day and reader tries to help but instead they get annoyed and say sum ab then being annoying n never shutting up and reader gets quiet after and stuff. although iâll literally read anything you put out thank you!!!
Request: Out of Line [Hobie]
Hobie x GN!Reader
â> [Miguelâs Version]
Warnings: Angst, yelling, insults, sad reader, comforting, crying, cursing
A/n: Such kind praise anon literally tysm. I love writing angst, itâs just fun to make characters suffer :) but yes! This idea is so good. I also made one for Miguel. enjoy meine Lieben!
You were sat next to Hobie on the couch, an arm wrapped around his shoulder while the other sat on his thigh. Your gaze sympathetic and kind as you looked at your boyfriend, body slumped over from exhaustion and disappointment. His elbows were resting on his knees, head resting on his hands as he was lost in his thoughts, still frustrated from todays mission.
Once he entered and slammed the door, you know the mission went wrong. He had been unexpectedly pulled away that afternoon when Miguel said it was an emergency. Hobie left with a smile and kiss goodbye⊠only to return with a grimace and a set of gritted teeth.
The only thing he told you was that he was responsible for losing sight of the anomaly and Miguel gave him an earful for it.
So there you were, comforting and reassuring your boyfriend with your words, throwing praises onto him like a crazed fan girl. âYou are absolutely phenomenal Hobie. Donât ever question that. No matter how much Miguel scolds you or criticizes you, you are an amazing part of the team that Miguel is lucky to haveâ you wouldnât stop.
In your mind you saw that as a good thing⊠that Hobie would appreciate how you showered him with affection, but truly it was getting on his nerves. Wishing he couldâve just come home and forgotten all about Miguel and the mission, but no⊠now he had to hear about it at home too.
âYouâre an amazing spider-man, one of the best that spider society has! Remember when you took care of that prowler anomaly single handedly? Or that green goblin anomaly from last week? Miguel didnât seem to thank you for that if I remember! Now he suddenly decides to get up in your business?!â With each word you were giving him a soft caress on his shoulder or gently shaking his thigh.
His shoulder tensed under your hand, you thought it was because of an injury but if you only knew what really had him so irritated. His eyes were clenching shut, trying to fight the part of him that calls your voice annoying and yells at him to tell you to shut up⊠because he knows youâre trying, and usually he loves it! Oftentimes the only thing that helps is when your voice rambles on and envelops him like a warm embrace.
âIm gonna say it! Miguel should just keep his mouth shut I think! He-â you were ready to say another whole soliloquy before Hobieâs voice cut through your own âNo you should! I swear all you do is ramble and it drives me up the fucking wall. So just shut it!â His tone was laced with venom, every word a jab to your heart.
His head was turned to look at you with unforgiving eyes, burning with an unbridled rage that you knew wasnât aimed at you⊠but it still felt personal. He lets out a light chuckle and when he smiles maliciously it, had your skin crawling. âAfter todays mission I want some peace and quiet. The sound of your voice is doing my head in. So do me a favor and take your own advice.â
You slowly pull away your hands, noticing how his body relaxes slightly when you do, which only made you more upset. âO-oh⊠okayâ your voice was soft, but clearly shaken. After that you sit in silence for a few minutes, the only audible sound being Hobie sighing every once in a while.
Every second of silence is another second of you pondering and recounting what Hobie said to you. Playing it over in your head until you felt your eyes begin to gloss over. You take that as your sign to leave, clearing your throat and mumbling out a soft âi-Iâll see you upstairsâ before leaving without another word.
Hobie stayed downstairs for a bit longer, organizing his thoughts and using the silence to quell his irritation. He then had the opportunity to think back on what he said to you. Cursing into his palm when he realizes just how harsh he got with you.
This wasnât the first time⊠he often got harsh and lost his filter when he was in a bad mood; you always understood that. Whenever heâd go off on you, you never took it personally, understanding that he was in a bad mood or a poor state.
Heâd always come up to you later and apologize for what he said, and he was lucky because you always understood and forgave him. Afterwards heâd cuddle up with you, telling you all about the terrible day he had or how horrible his mission went. You were always there to comfort him, listening to every word.
This time was different though. He didnât just make an offhanded comment about how he wanted silence or how you werenât helping, he made it personal by insulting your voice, a part of yourself that he usually loved and was now suddenly deeming as headache inducing.
When Hobie eventually went upstairs, he found you sitting in bed, back against the headboard, looking at your phone, not even sparing him a glance. He walked over and sat on the edge of his side of the bed, placing a hand on your thigh. You didnât react so he took the time to apologize.
âHey love⊠look, Iâm sorry for what I said earlier. Todays mission just left me absolutely gutted and I just felt right shit. I shouldnât have taken it out on you. It was just really rough and I fucked up badâ his hand absentmindedly caresses your thigh as he spoke. You didnât move and just let out a hum in response.
He paused and hesitated before speaking âI-Iâm really sorryâŠ. I didnât mean it love. You know that right?â he leans forward and goes to kiss your lips, you turn your head so kiss lands on your cheek instead. He was slightly surprised but more disappointed. He decided not to press the topic though. âalright⊠Iâm gonna go get ready and Iâll be backâ he says and walks off to the bathroom.
When he comes back out, youâd shifted to be lying on your side, back to him, as if youâre ready to go to sleep. As he gets into the bed behind you, he notices how your eyes are still open and you were just looking at your phone.
He leans over your figure âLove? A-are we not gonna cuddle?â his voice was soft, you could hear the slight pout in his voice. To his question you shake your head, he moved onto his side of the bed and positioned himself to sit against the headboard.
âOh⊠can I tell you about my mission though?â you could hear the dejection in his tone but managed to brush it off. You shrug causing Hobie to hesitate, but after a pause he begins to tell you about the mission, going on and on, but never once do you react.
âAnd then, that prick just threw a sign at me! A goddamn sign, can you believe that?â He looked over at your figure waiting for a response, waiting for you to agree with him or encourage him to continue talking as you usually did, but you still donât say a word.
He clears his throat at the silence âb-but it really hurt and my shoulders still sore because of itâ he continued to complain hoping youâd break your vow of silence but he still got nothing. He can see youâre still awake which causes him to huff out in disappointment, a pout forming on his lips. He shifts on the bed and placed his chin to rest on your arm.
âLove? Whyâd you go so quiet?â He watched your expression, it didnât shift and you just continued to scroll through your phone. There was a pause and then he spoke again. âWas it because of what I said earlier?â You stop scrolling on your phone and he takes that as a sign that he guessed right.
âGod⊠love I didnât know it hurt you that bad. Iâm really sorry. I shouldnât have said it and I didnât mean it. Not even the slightest bitâ he wraps his arm around your waist trying to pull you back against his chest. Much to his relief you didnât struggle or try to move away, allowing him to pull you against his chest.
âI love the sound of your voice, I look forward to hearing it after every mission. I was just really irritated and I snapped at you for no reasonâ you put your phone down but still donât look or speak to him. He let out a soft sigh and the hand on your waist began to trace soft circles on your skin.
âIâll keep apologizing as long as it takes for you to speak again. I miss your voice love. Please⊠even if itâs quiet? I wanna hear itâ he placed a kiss on your shoulder, and kept it nuzzled against your arm as he waited patiently.
âYou said it drives you up the wallâŠâ a smile graced his lips as you finally spoke, it was a soft murmur but it was something. He places another kiss on your shoulder âThats not true, I was being stupid. You have every right to be upset with me, it was a daft thing to say and I was being a proper prickâ you hum softly in agreement, which he took as a sign of encouragement.
He continued to place kisses on your arm and shoulder âYou agree donât you? Hm?â He says and you shrug, a small smile beginning to appear on your lips. His arm wraps further around your waist, beginning to roll you onto your back as his playful kisses moved to your neck. âCmon you can say it, I was being stupid, I was being a prick⊠go onâ he had a smirk on his face as he kissed at your jaw.
You chuckle softly and then look into his eyes, a smile now settled on your lips. âYou really were. The biggest prick Iâve ever metâ you say and he pulls away and gives you a fake pout. âOuch⊠now that hurtsâ you roll your eyes and he chuckles softly. He leans back down and begins to pepper kisses all over you face.
âIâm really sorry loveâ he says and pulls away to look at you with a gentle smile. You sigh out but smile at him. âI believe youâ You shift slightly so youâre sitting back against the headboard âbut what I canât believeâŠâ you begin to say and Hobie looks at you curiously.
âIs that that goddamn anomaly threw a sign at you?!â You say exaggerating your shock but loving the smile that it puts on Hobieâs face. âI know!â He say and moves to rest his head against your lap. Letting go of your waist and intertwining his hand with yours to wrap them around his shoulders.
For the rest of that night he recounted his mission to you, every small detail and every tiny slip up, but this time you actually reacted. And every time you spoke his heart sang at the sound of your voice.
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Kaito x gn!reader
âźA/N: HBD KAITOO!!! Did this last minue
âźsypnosis: you have a throw a surprise party for kaito!!
âźcontains: friends to lovers, suggestive at the end??, the virtual singers are a band in this au, slight oocđ, not proofread
Today was kaito's birthday, and since it was his birthday, you did everything in your will to make it special, ofcourse making a special birthday party would make it hard, not to mention expensive but you had to try!! It was his birthday after all and it didnt hurt to try right?
You first started the day by buying him ice cream, you hid it in the fridge so that when he gets in your shared apartment, you'll surprise him with that! Next you brought some small cake, the big one was too expensive, surely the small one will do..
You then decorated the apartment, just some small balloons here and there, since it was his birthday, ofcourse you were going to invite his friends, they too had to come! So you went online and started searching on what to cook, foods that would suit everybody, after an hour or so you started cooking, there were going to be 7 of them, plus you so that would mean you had to make food suited for 8 people! You didnt try anything like this since you came from a small family, but itd be worth a shot!
Ofcourse, you did some things that arent related to his birthday such as, taking care of plants, going to the mall, and going to your job, ofcourse when you got home you were a tad bit late, so you put on your apron and started cooking, you placed your phone onto a phone stand and watched their live, since it was his birthday, ofcourse theyre gonna put on a show, why wouldnt they?
After finishing preparing everything you texted kaito to be home as quick as he can, he still didnt see the message but he will, he never leaves you on sent, after a minute he sees your message, and goes offline, thats it? Does that mean theyre coming home? 8pm still not home, 8:45pm still not home, 9pm still not home, you started doubting, the food had gone cold, you placed the ice cream back into the fridge to avoid it melting, maybe he and his bandmates went out and ate out? But he wouldve texted you if they did.. maybe he forgot? It was almost 10 and you started placing the cake back to the fridge to avoid flies, then the door opened, and there it was kaito and his bandmates!
You quickly placed the cake in the fridge and helped them get inside. "Sorry for not replying, i was about to but my phone died..." Kaito, apologizes, you shook your head and assured him that it was all okay, rin, the band's keyboardist interrupts. "Oh wow! You cooked all this [Y/N]! Careful, lens gonna eat it all~!" She teased, taking a seat "i dont even eat that much! Unlike you!" Len, the bands guitarist argues back, Meiko, sits beside the two teens, giving them a glare "calm down you two.. " she says sternly, the two didnt calm down so they had to sit separately, Meiko, Rin, Luka on the right side, you, Miku, and Rin on the left, ofcourse Kaito would be at the center since this party was dedicated to him!
You all began to eat and drink, except the twins ofcourse, staying up all night to have fun, singing karaoke, and playing video games, you watched, Miku and Luka admiring rin and len's skill on playing video games, while Meiko lays down, too drunk to know whats happening,she rests her head on Rins lap "Stop moving Meiko! Im gonna lose!!" She whines, Len snickers "keep wiggling Meiko!" He teases, you watched them all, being happy that they enjoyed the small party you threw, after some minutes Meiko finally woke up and had an idea. "Guys! Lets sing kaito a... A happy birthday~!" She says with a song-sing voice, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, you nod and helped Meiko sit back down.
After singing kaito a happy birthday, you pulled out your small cake from the fridge "sorry if the cakes to small.. the big ones were expensive.." you added, looking a bit guilty, Kaito shook his head and gave you a reassuring smile "no,no.. dont be, im grateful for whatever you give me.." he smiles "Stop talking and blow out the candle!!" Rin exclaims, Kaito then blew out his candles, chuckling a bit "aha.. im starting to feel old.." he chuckles, Miku shook her head "26 is not that old.! I think.." she replied, Luka nodded in agreement.
After the party ended, the rest of the bandmates were gonna head home, they all had given their gifts back at the concert but you still hadnt given your gift yet.. "you sure you dont want me to drive you home..?" You ask, Luka shook her head "no, no.. me and Meiko live pretty close, rin, miku, and len also live ina dormitory thats just a 30 minute drive from my place.. its almost 12 so you should get rest, you did throw as a party.." she replied, You knew you could trust her, she only took small drink, maybe like one can, unlike Meiko..
You both helped eachother clean up, it wasnt that messy but still needed some retouches "you dont have to help me clean Kai, its your birthday" you say to him, he shook his head "no, i should help.. you threw me this party.. its the least i could do.." he says, while wiping the plates, watching you sweep, after finishing, you wanted to announce something.
"Happy birthday Kai.. oh! Here i brought you a present! Close your eyes..!" You giggle, Kaito smiles and nodded, closing his eyes "on a count to three open em okay? 1... 2... 3... Open!" As Kaito opens his eyes, he had an appreciated look on his face. "A crocheted plushie.. of ice cream..?" He remarks.. was your gift that bad..? Is it not that good? "Y-yeah! Took me a week.. do you .. like it...?" You ask, kaito smiles at you and gave you a hug "i love it.. i'll cherish it as long as i live" he added, the hug soon broke "this is the best birthday gift i could ask for.. thank you.." he smiles at you, showering you with compliments, you blush slightly at his words "awee..! Dont have to! Just doing something a good person would do!" The clock soon hits 12, Kaito's birthday had come to an end.
"Although.. there is something that i did want.." he blushed, looking away "oh! What is it then..? Im sure i can buy it for you next year!" You replied, kaito looks at you then, clears hos throat "is it too late for a birthday kiss..?" He asks.
You blush, and chuckles a bit, kissing his cheek, just as you were about to pull away, he grabs your waist and kisses you on the lips.. "i-im sorry.." he said, blushing madly while looking down, you chuckle and smiled at him "no,no.. im glad you kissed me.."He smiles at your response, hugging you, nuzzling his face to your neck, "oh.. well.. im glad you liked it.. though.. would you still be glad if i.. did more than kissing?"
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New camper: Percy Jackson x reader (daughter of apollo)
A/n: thank you so much for giving this a read! This is my first time writing for the PJO universe so let me know if you like it! Requests are open! No NSFW or Smut! Enjoy
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"Good morning" Percy said tiredly, greeting his best friend Grover at the dining pavilion, taking a seat next to him.
"Morning" Grover replied, "hey did you see Annabeth on your way here? She's usually the first one here and I haven't seen her yet"
As if almost on cue she was walking towards the boys, an excited smirk painted across her face.
"Camp Half-Blood has a new camper!"
"What?!" replied Percy
"She showed up late last night, all alone. Chiron told me she had been hurt pretty badly but he took her into the infirmary and gave her some Ambrosia"
"She took it? So, she's definitely a half-blood?" Percy asked
"Yep! We should be meeting her later today" Annabeth was ecstatic, she loved new campers!
--time skip--
As the day went on there was still no sight of the new camper. Word had made its way around camp and people began to take their guesses as to who was her parent.
"I hope she's in our cabin!" A child of Aphrodite had said
"No! I bet she HAS to be in ours! Showing up without a Satyr by her side means she's a warrior"an Ares kid chimed
"As long as she's not in ours I dont care" a tired looking Hermes kid said.
It was almost dinner time when Chiron had found Percy, sparring with someone from the Ares cabin.
"Percy can I speak to you for a moment?"
"Yeah sure" he said, removing his helmet and recapping his sword.
"Im sure you've heard we've had a new camper join us."
"Yeah it's all over camp" he replied
"Ah yes. Well let's say she hasn't been thrilled to learn about her new family. Reminds me a lot of you when you first came here"
Percy thought back to his first few days at camp. He was confused, scared, angry, and very much overwhelmed.
"I was wondering if you could help ease her mind by speaking to her. You understand what she's feeling better than I can."
"And im not half horse" Percy smiled
"Yes there is that" Chiron chuckled
"Alright I want to meet her!" Percy agreed. He really did want to help, but he also knew how jealous Annabeth would be that he met her first. The two walked into the big house and there she was, staring down at her feet.
"Y/N, this is Percy, son of Poseidon. Percy this is Y/N. I'm sure you two will get long swimmingly" Chiron chuckled at his own joke, "I will give you two some privacy" with that, he left the room. Leaving the two teenagers alone.
An awkward silence filled the room, when finally Y/N broke the silence.
"Son of Poseidon, huh?" she asked
"That's me" he smiled, proud of the title he held.
"That's crazy, the gods don't exist!"
"They do exist. I know it all feels a bit insane at first but-"
"A bit?! My whole life i've had these things coming after me and I didn't understand why. I thought I was insane and seeing things, but apparently that's normal?! And my dad? The reason he's neglected me my whole life was because he was a god?! There's just no way"
"Hey, it's gonna be ok. I know how you feel. I felt like that when I first got here. All my life my dad wasn't someone I had thought about much because I had my mom, and thats all I needed. Then I find out that he's now the most important thing in my life? I had so many emotions, but if you just give this place a chance? I promise everything gets a lot less scary"
This seem to get to the girl. She started to tear up.
"Ok, i'll try." she whispered
"I'll show you around and it'll all be ok, I promise."
The two made their way around camp, Y/N was mostly silent. "The sun is so warm here, it's not like that where I'm from"
"Everything is a little bit stronger here."
"I can tell" she smiled
"So, do you have any idea who your dad might be?" Percy asked, careful not to poke at the sensitive subject.
"I think but I'm not sure. My mom used to talk about Apollo, a way she never did about other Gods"
"Ok then...then we have to find a way for him to see you! If he see's you, he'll claim you!"
"Yeah but how?"
"Gods dont claim you because they feel like it, you have to work for it" Annabeth said, inviting herself to the conversation.
"Y/N this is Annabeth, daughter of Athena"
"Hey" Y/n said
"Percy have you taken her to the archery field? Apollo kids thrive there"
"No I didn't"
"Seaweed brain c'mon!" Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Lets go" she led the two there and put a bow and arrow in Y/N's hands. The girl had fired it easily and hit the bullseye.
"Beginners luck?" y/n asked
"Go again" Chiron said, but before she could something came flying down at her, she shot it down easily.
"That could've killed us" Percy said, mouth agape, "and you shot it down with ease!" he said
"Look!" One of the campers said
Y/N was becoming engulfed in a bright light and a sun appeared over her head. She was now an official resident of cabin 7
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Chapter 1: I got saved
2007! Raphael x Female! Reader
Summary: Just a normal day on the job, but when disaster strikes, a mysterious man comes to the rescue.
Warnings: None, if there are just lemme know!
A/N: GUYS I ACTUALLY FINISHED IT EARLY IM SO HAPPY, also I'm sorry that i made this a female reader, its just a lot easier for me so im sorry if it offends anyone. But I'm so excited with how this turned out but please let me know if there are any mistakes <3 Enjoy your read!!
You woke up on the bedroom floor, you must've rolled off the bed in the middle of the night. You groaned as you shielded the sunlight leaking through your blinds. You untangled your legs from your blanket, and stood up, throwing the blanket on your bed. You stretched and yawned, starting to make your way to the bathroom.
After doing your bathroom duties and getting dressed, you went into the kitchen for some breakfast. You weren't that hungry, so you just grabbed and apple and a water. You put your water in your bag, and started to gather all your work stuff up.
You took a long exhale. "Todays gonna be a good day." You said confidently, and out the door you went to the convience store you worked at. When you arrived you waved to your coworker, Liz.
"Oh hey Y/N," Liz smiled at you as she started to gather up her things You smiled back. "Hey. How are you?"
"Oh you know, the usual. No robberies yet so just fine," she chuckled. You continued a little small talk until it was time for her shift to end. You said your goodbyes and you assumed your position behind the counter.
The day wasn't that busy, a guy tried to shoplift but he was fairly easy to deal with. At about 8:30 pm, when it started to get dark, a man with his hood up came in. He was walking kind of funny, looking like he was a bit sketched out. So you kept your guard up but kept a smile on your face. He walked around for a couple minutes, before walking up to the counter.
"Did you have any purchases today?" You asked warily. The man rubbed the side of nose, sniffing a bit, before lifting his sweater a bit to show a gun sticking out of his jeans.
He smirked up at you and said in a drunken voice, "You know the rodeo right? You give me the money and no one gets in trouble." Your mouth went dry as your heart sank. You had never had a robbery before, Liz had told you about her experience with one but all of her advice suddenly left your mind.
"I-I'll call the police." You warned, your voice wavering from fear. The man groaned and rolled his eyes, quickly taking the gun out from his jeans and pointing it at you. "Listen lady, I don't want to hafta shoot you cuz then I'll get in trouble. So just do as your told!" He shouted.
Your heart started to hammer in your chest as your fingers searched underneath the countertop to find the emergency button. Since this had happened before, they installed a button that would alert the police when it happened again.
When you found the button you hit it three times in panic, before standing up from your stool shakily. "O-okay, no need to shoot.." You turned around and started searching for a bag, trying to stall. The man huffed and threw a bag he had pulled out of his pocket at your back.
You flinched, nodding a little before turning to the cash register. Your fingers fumbled a little, but eventually you pushed a button and started to slowly put money in the bag.
"Come on lady! Hurry it up!" He said in a rush, waving the gun around. "S-sorry!" You glanced out the window, still no sirens. You took a shaky breath, expecting no one to come. As you emptied the entire register, you hesitated before handing the money over the counter. "Okay you have everything, please just go now," You said shaking a bit.
The guy chuckled. "Well I don't want any witnesses do I now?" He said as he pointed the gun at your chest. Your heart jumped to your throat, before someone came crashing through the door and knocked the guy down. You screamed and ducked down under the counter, covering your head.
You could hear them wrestling around a bit, the gun getting knocked out of his hand. After a bit of struggling, you heard one final punch, before the struggle stopped.
"Nighty night, fella." You heard a rough voice with a heavy Manhattan accent say and some more shuffling.
You opened your eyes, and hesitantly stood up to see what was happening. The man (assuming a man from the voice) who had burst in was in a black suit, with a black motorcycle helmet on. And, strangely enough, had what looked like a metal turtle shell on the back of the suit.When he saw you gawking at him, he cleared his throat. "Sorry about the mess. You got any rope?" He said in a gruff voice, putting his hands on his hips.
You stuttered a bit. "U-uh, um w-we have..." You looked around when you spotted a measuring tape. Why it was behind the counter, don't ask.
"W-we have a measuring tape." You picked it up and walked around the counter, handing it to him.
"Thanks, kid." He took it and turned back to the man he had knocked out on the floor.
When he kneeled down to start tying him up, you looked at his hands. You tilted your head a bit. He only had 3 fingers. Why did he only have three fingers? Wait, that was rude, don't ask him that. But why did he have a weird turtle shell on the back of his suit? And why was he the one to save you?
You had so many questions that your mind started to wander and go blank. You snapped back to reality when the feeling of a bag getting shoved into your hands.
"Here. The police will be here any second." As if on que, sirens could be heard getting closer.
You looked back up at him. "Dont be getting robbed again, you hear me?" He said, before he ran out into the street, running across the street into an alleyway, and he was gone into the night. You were still in shock when the police pulled up, a couple officers running inside, one going up to you as the rest go over to the tied up man.
You felt a hand on your shoulder and you shook yourself out of your stunned phase, looking up at the officer. "Are you okay? What happened here?" You looked at him for a moment before looking down at the bag full of money in your hands. "I... I got saved."
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Waiting for You: Chapter 2-
But why?
Genre: more angst (kinda.. it could've been worse)
CW: Swearing(and lots of it). Seeuns a jerk (a little bit!). mentions of food. Y/n's probably getting fired. mentions of jealousy. suggestive mentions (makeouts, hickeys and love bites) NONE are happening in this chapter, they're only mentioned.
This chapter is not as angsty and sad as it could've been, and thats okay because I still got the next few chapters to torture you with :D
This one's a bit longer than the last one so woohoo. I apologize for any spelling mistakes (my eyesight is a joke) if im forgetting to add something in the cws, please let me know and i hope ya'll enjoy.
Likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated.
"Let's break up."
"we're done, y/n."
"I don't want us, anymore"
"we're done."
"Goodbye Y/n."
Not a single explanation given, he just simply let you know that it was over, and left. Instead of an evening that usually ends with watching yours and his favourite shows on netflix with some snacks, cuddling and a little makeout in between, your evening ended with you crying yourself to sleep wondering what went wrong. Sadly the world won't stop spinning solely for your heartbreak, and you are very much still needed at work today.
Having slept through the alarms your now ex-boyfriend always set for you, you are forced get up by the several incoming calls and texts from your supervisor and your coworkers. After your phone finally stops vibrating, you sit up in your bed to scroll through the many texts from your friends, Jiwoo and Hana;
Jiwoo: WHERE TF ARE YOU?!- sent 06:18
Jiwoo: you were the last one to leave work last night, you have the office keys now we can't get in- sent 06:20
Jiwoo: also we agreed yesterday you're in charge of the picking up the boys' food, im driving them to the photoshoot- sent 06:21
Jiwoo: and no i will not switch shifts with you again- sent 06:21
Jiwoo: BITCH ISTG- sent 06:52
Jiwoo: we got a spare key. thanks for nothing asshole.- sent 07:05
Well... Jiwoo's mad. You'll have to make it up to her later, and from the looks of it, Hana as well.
Hana: If you value your job, get your ass over here quickly. I can only stall Manager Park for so long- sent 07:52
Hana: and no i'm not gonna tell them you're calling in sick- sent 07:52
Hana: Youre on the meal shift, you not allowed to call in sick today- sent 07:53
Hana: IF YOU DONT PICK UP THE FCUKING CALL ISTG- sent 07:58
Hana: lol, tried to save ya, Manager Park is pissed.-sent 08:14
Hana: And youre on meal shift tomorrow as well since jiwoo had to get the boys' coffee today. YOURE WELCOME.- sent 08:15
hana: AND youre the one who promised the maknaes brownies today, not us, so have fun explaining to them why they arent getting any today- sent 08:18
Hana: im mad at you in case you cant tell.-sent 08:18
Aside from the spam of your upset friends, your main motivator to get into the shower was a singular text from Manager Park letting you know that if you didn't show up at work today, to not bother showing up tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after that.
So you rush through your shower routine, grab your bags and your keys and a fruit on your way out of your home, to at least try and salvage this day, and not piss off your friends or your other colleagues even more.
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While driving to work, your thoughts end up drifting back to last nights events. When Seeun broke your heart and left you crying on your living room floor.
Later today one of the staff that were aware of your relationship would be coming around to pick up anything and everthing of his that he might have left in your apartment, during your one year relationship.
'It's for the best' he says. Best for who? Him? Did the CEO find out about you then tell him to end things? that would make sense, however with how clingy he was toward you at work and in front of everyone, it was quite difficult to keep your relationship secret, even from the CEO himself.
After he caught Seeun trying to sneak into one of the supply closets with you, you were both called into his office for a very important discussion about "fraternization in the workplace". He'd given you both a stern yet kind warning that if anyone outside of the company found out found about this, it'd mean a lot of trouble, especially for you, so you needed to be careful.
'Guess there's no need to worry about that anymore.' you thought to yourself.
You make a stop at the sandwich bar across the company to pick up the boys' lunch as well as the brownies you promised, even though you told them you'd bake them yourself, you were unfortunately too preoccupied with dealing with heartbreak their friend caused. Hopefully they'll understand right? Of course they wouldn't they didn't even know you two were a thing. Wait, maybe that's his issue;
What if he saw you with someone else? Maybe thats why!
Could he have seen you with another guy and overthought the situation? You obviously have some male coworkers that you chat with sometimes, but your conversations are always respectful. Even if someone does flirt with you, you always kindly let them know you're not interested.
Him worrying about you leaving for another guy seems highly unlikely, but not impossible. He does tend to have a bit of a jealous streak, epsecially when comes to you being around his bandmates.
With the job of prepping their equipment and clothing for performances, Bringing them their food and drinks and driving them to their many different events since their debut, it's no surprise that you'd eventually grow close to the ten boys. it is how you and Seeun started dating after all, but considering that could get you into an insane amount of trouble, your relationship with him remained a secret, even from the rest of the group.
That secretiveness unfortunately made some of other members comfortable enough to have some flirty conversations with you.
Its kinda suprising how neither of them even suspected you two, with how Seeun would constantly be caught staring daggers at Hunter for constantly offering to take you out on a date after dance practice. Considering Hunter's personality, you know he's probably joking, but it still didn't stop your boyfriend from angrily muttering about how he needed to back off, because you're his and his only.
I mean, at least you were.
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Finally you arrive at the company just in time to deliver lunch to the boys. Once you reach their practice room they're all lying on the floor sprawled out, in different corners of the studio. Jiwoo continues packing up their sound equipment not even sparing you a glance, still very much upset from this morning. You'll have to buy her lunch later to make up for it.
They're all too exhausted from rehearsals to pay any attention to you, so you figure you can sneak in, leave them their food and sneak back out unnoticed, but today is just not your day.
"Y/NNIE!!", is all you hear before a strong pair of arms wrap around you and lift you off the ground, squeezing you tightly.
So much for sneaking out unnoticed.
"Hunter, I can't breathe." He gives you one last squeeze before setting you on your feet again, smiling down at you.
"Where were you this morning? We missed you!" Yujun asked while rummaging through the bag of food you brought.
Now everyone's eyes are on you as you try to explain your absence from this morning but your wonderful ex pipes up before you can even speak.
"Who's 'we'?" he scoffed, while the other members laughed, your smile dropped as you tensed at his response.
Right. He always had to tease you a little to make sure his favoritism of you wasn't too obvious, although according to Hyunwoo, it only makes it more obvious that he likes you, hence everyone just laughing off his comment. Even you would just laugh off his antics knowing he'd give you all his hugs and kisses later, as an apology in case he was a little too mean.
But after last night's conversation, today's joke isn't really that easy to laugh off.
"So Y/n, where were you-Are you crying?" Yechan asks and now everyone is moving in closer to see what was wrong with you. When did you start crying? You quickly wipe at your face but Seeun grabs your wrist, his other hand moving up to as if to caress your cheek, him looking down at you with concern with concern in his eyes, that concern disappears immediately, as he laughs in your face.
"Wait are you really crying?" he sneered. What is this?
This is not his usual teasing, he's really just trying to hurt you.
But why? Why is he being like this?
"Aw, Y/nnie you know I'm just joking, no need to be a baby about it-" he goes to ruffle your hair but you instinctively slap his hand away from you.
He looked a bit shocked at your actions but that expression quickly changed into a mocking smirk.
"Woah, calm down, why are you being so moody today?"
"Y/n just had a bad morning guys, we all have those don't we?" jiwoo spoke up. You weren't really expecting her to defend you after her texts from this morning, but you were grateful nonetheless.
"Yay! You brought the brownies!" the exchange between you two is quickly forgotten as the rest of group rushes off to where Yujun is holding the box of brownies.
"Hey, these are store-bought you said you'd bake them-"
"Who cares, I want one!"
"Hey! hEY- DON'T EAT ALL OF THEM! We're supposed to share!!"
While they all bickered over the bags of food, you backed away silently trying to make your way to the door, but bumped into someone, you turn around to see Seeun glaring at you.
"Watch where you're going idiot." He muttered walking over to where the rest of members were already sitting down and eating, leaving a dull ache in your chest.
What was his problem? Why was he acting as if you're the one who hurt him?
You were tempted to ask but Jiwoo grabbed your arm and dragged you towards the door.
"We need to go see Manager Park right now, but we'll be back in a few minutes. Enjoy your lunch guys!"
Once the door is shut, you are then dragged off to yours and Jiwoo's shared office.
"I thought we had to go to Manager Park-"
"Yes. You do. In an hour or so;"
She then shoves you into your chair and stares at you expectantly.
"I know you're probably so mad at me right now- and you have every right to be-"
"-Apology accepted. You'll pay for my lunch later. Now onto more pressing matters, what's up with you and Seeun? You guys were so tense just now! Did you guys fight or something?"
You roll your eyes and sigh at her nosiness. You had planned on keeping the relationship a secret from her and Hana as well, but they put two and two together when you had gone into his dressing room to 'help him with his stage outfit', and came back with hickeys littered on your neck and collar, and bite marks on your shoulders and chest(you probably shouldn't have worn a sleeveless top that day).
Although there was a lot of concern about how things could easily go very wrong with this, they were still very happy for you and being the good friends they were, they promised not to tell a single soul.
"We broke up." Her mouth fell open, with her eyes widened in shock.
"Uh.. O-Okay?? Why??" She asked incredulously.
You shrugged, wishing you knew that answer as well.
"Jeez so that's why he's been so sour this morning, you broke his heart!" she says slapping your arm lightly and you narrowed your eyes her.
"First of all; He broke up with me-"
"-The fuck? Why?"
"Beats me." you leaned back into your chair closing your eyes.
"Well shit, then what the heck was he mad at us for?" you sat back up at that.
"He got mad at you guys?" she nodded and sat on you desk.
"He was so snappy with everyone this morning, no one knew what his deal was."
Before you could ask her for more information, the door opened and Hana rushed in, slightly out of breath.
"Manager Park is looking for you- and wants to see you in the practice room. Right now."
"Me? I thought he wanted to see me in hour-"
"-Change of plans. He wants to see you now and i suggest you move fast, cause he seemed pissed."
Shit.
"We all come late from time to time- hell even he was late too last week- he can't still be mad about that right?" Jiwoo asked trying to reassure you even though she seemed just as worried as you. Hana shrugged and looked at you.
"You coming?"
You exhaled deeply and stood up, following her to the the practice room.
Time to face the music.
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The Dollmaker: The Dollmaker
Dale Kobble x reader
A/N: Hi guys :3
This was gonna be a crack fic (which it still kinda is to me) but I got serious with it because all of a sudden I got really into writing. This is the first fanfic I've written and I'm going based on fanfics I've read so DON'T JUDGE ME PLEASE IM TRYING MY BEST! Anyways, love you my pookie bears, enjoy!
TWâs will be at the beginning of each chapter (if there is any)
The story will also be on my wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/374688245?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=chubby_girl_maddy16
Chapter 1: The Dollmaker (592 Words)
Cloudy and cold. How it's always been in my hometown, nothing new. Driving down the road I approached my new home.
                 Well new to me.
It had been bought once I moved away for college a few states away, I couldn't stand being there after everything.
The blood, the mess, how everything was left after I came home that day. I closed my eyes as I parked in the driveway, taking deep breaths to forget.
     A 17-year-old me just               Â
         wanted to go to bed that night.
The U-Haul my friends helped drive pulled up on the sidewalk. Getting out of my car, I shut the door and start walking over to them as they get out. "Thanks for the help guys," I call out to them putting my hands in my trench coat.
"It's no problem! I always love road trips, you know that" Nicolas smirks leaning against the truck "Yeah you know how much we love you Y/N, we'll always help out, besides the fact you're now hours away," Linda sighs giggling a bit. I smile softly before coming over and hugging them tightly. "You know I will always come to see you guys, besides this isn't a one-bedroom house, you are always welcome" Â Â
                 Nicolas laughs
"Yeah sleep the night away in the murder house,
maybe have a little seance!"
We all laugh as I hit his arm shaking my head. After our laughter died down, I started getting a strange feeling. Someone's watching us, no   Â
                    Me.
Shaking the feeling off, I open the back of the truck before pulling boxes out and heading inside. After a few hours we all slump down onto the couch the old owners left behind, catching our breaths. "So glad I didn't workout today, that was a awful" Nicolas said looking at the both of us.
"When do you ever workout twink?"
Linda said, making me giggle and cover my mouth having him hit me. "Y'all are both assholes" he said making us all laugh.
I stand up looking through the curtains to see that the sun was almost completely set smiling softly knowing I can relax now. Until I turned my head towards the tree and seeing something, someone, behind it.
 What is that.
I blink seeing it all gone and think it's just me being paranoid. New home, new state, new year. Everything was home to you but it was a fresh start, it felt different, not telling if it was a good or bad feeling. Linda and Nicolas stood up before heading over, saying their goodbyes to me, hugging me tight before heading back to Colorado and continuing with their lives. "Be safe." Linda said whispering to me as we hug. I know I wouldn't be able to get those words out of my head for a while
    "I promise." I say back hugging her tighter.
Deep down though I knew something was going to happen to make that difficult in the end.
I open the door for them, watching them turn back and walk to the truck. As they get inside it, I wave at them watching them turn on the truck, and step on the gas. They were gone, and even though I knew we all would keep talking.
              I was alone again.
 In this cold, big, lonely house with nothing but memories. Some good ones, my sister and I playing in the yard, enjoying each others laughter, and the other day I don't wanna remember walking in on.
  All on her birthday, November 14th.
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Hello Love! I want to make a request about Kylian. If its okay c
A jealous/territorial kylian where found out something on the readers phone like some messages of a famous athletes let's say Ben Simmons or any famous stars that always messaging/commenting on her instagram even tho she is not famous and super lowkey but she naturally pretty and has a nice body thats why she caught attention to everyone especially some famous athletes. And kylian gets mad at her and thinks she enjoyed the attention because she acts single and never posted that she is with kylian or something... It's like a fight & make up scene and kylian being romantic to her. You decide what ending you want just make it fluffy please 4 a
Thank you so much!
OTHER MAN
summary; mbappe finds out ben simmons has been texting you
A/N; hi ok so this is really short and honestly kinda confusing but I have a really busy day today and wanted to get at least one story written.
contents; slight fluff, mainly angst
"ky im gonna go to the store!" you yelled out to your boyfriend who had airpods in. he looked at you and nodded. he heard the door shut and realized that you had left your phone. he didn't want to be that boyfriend, the type that looks thru her phone. but he couldn't help it. he remembered a time that he came into the room and you shut off your phone immediately. he unlocked it and after not finding anything, a text came in.
bensimmons; your stunning, you know that?
he felt his heart drop. why the fuck was ben fucking simmons texting you. he was better then him, right? yeah he was better. he made a million dollars a week and he spoiled you like a brat. so then why the fuck were you texting him back, "thank you love" he was pissed. suddenly you came thru the door, "sorry I left my phone" you said but stopped when you saw him on your phone. "what the fuck!" you yelled. "whats wrong with you?" you asked. "whats wrong with me? what the fuck are you doing messaging ben simmons." he said sternly. "I'm not fucking texting him" you replied. he laughed. "your not?" he said. "oh I'm sorry. i guess all the times he called you stunning, and his dream girl just never happened" he said standing up to face you. he towered over you. even though he was shorter then most for his age in soccer, there was still a 6 inch difference. "I cant control what he texts me" you mumbled.
he lifted your chin, "speak up" he looked straight at you. "I cant control what he texts me" you said. "I get that amor, but you text him back." he says. even when he's mad at you he cant help but call you names. "baby I'm just trying not to be rude." you say. "I'm so sorry" he says kissing your forehead. "I'm so so sorry love" he says wiping your tears.
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ISAGI DEBUT, ISAGI DEBUT ON ODE2RIN! THIS IS NOT A DRILL. THIS ONES FOR THE ISAGI KISSERS (me).
isagi is the cutest in my opinion, he remains my lover no matter what other characters are introduced. everyone else is my side chick. but isagi definitely gives sun after the rain energy. youâll fall on your face a few times and heâll be there to help put you back. which is why him hanging out with people whoâve been stood up sounds like a canonical event in my mind. the small conversation about coffee, yeah he gonna do his best to engage someone. this plays well with his soft personality to the other boys of blue lock when heâs off field. that episode of additional time where barou, nagi, and chigiri realized how much they rely on isagi for help on basic tasks. yeah heâs got a good heart in my mind and is just a helpful guy who wants everyone to feel good.
MOVING ON, the descriptions in this piece? yeah mimi, i might need to live in your brain for a minute.
your descriptions of readers bad experiences with love hits home to all hopeless romantics who just get met with a wall of disappointment.
âand coming from someone who has been gravely hurt in the name of so-called love, itâs impossible not to wonder if such love even exists in this world or if it's merely a figment of your imagination born from those contemporary romance books you read on your lonely nights.â
yeah iâm in this, and i donât know if i like it or i feel seen.
ALSO, how you describe isagi? im in your walls??
âit's an understatement, as a matter of fact. the guy before you is downright mesmerizing. if you could gaze at his face for more than two seconds without being called weird, you could map the entirety of how blessed this manâs face is â the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he speaks, the subtle strength in his jawline, and the way his hair falls in a perfectly disheveled mannerâ
AND
âamidst the lively exchange, you catch glimpses of isagi's gentle nature, his ability to make you feel at ease, and his genuine curiosity about your thoughts and experiences. it's a refreshing change from the superficial interactions you've had in the past, and you're left wondering if the man in front of you is even real.â
delicious, delectable, i love him desperately. i donât know if anyone has mentioned this but your writing has definitely made large amounts of improvement in the short time youâve been active. itâs honestly fun to see you become more detailed in descriptions and conveying deep insights about the reader through words. in a post you mentioned that in something you were writing that the reader was feeling to similar to you and iâm going to guess that this one might be the one in particular due to how vivid you describe their feelings and thoughts. iâve been reading your posts since sometime in may and i absolutely adore anything you write or post. so i will fight all your mean and nasty anons for you! we will box them deadass!
have a great day mimi! xoxoxoxoxoxo (extra today)
(đč anon)
sorry for the extra long wall of text, i hope this reaches you well! i gave myself an emoji i hope itâs not taken yet. love you mimi, mwah!
[sorry this took a while i was really like this đ„ș the whole time i was reading thru it ]
you don't know how much this means to me. i often joke about not needing any attention for my writing because i write for myself and for my silly pookies. but at the end of the day, i am still a human sitting through hours of pouring my heart out and translating my thoughts into words. and as much as one might try to deny it, knowing that someone enjoyed the piece of writing i put out here can really make a difference, especially when you're someone who receives 'flop' in your asks like me lmao (enough negativity, shoo shoo shoo!). i love hearing your thoughts, đč anon (ps. i actually call you paragraph anon in my mind XD).Â
no, but you're so right about isagi giving off 'sun after the rain' energy. if you haven't seen it, i actually mentioned in a previous ask how isagi is the guy who comes after heartbreaks (if you want to read it, here!). i wanted to portray him as someone who naturally exudes comfort in his presence, to the point where you can't help but lower your guard and let him in, if that makes any sense. that's just the vibe i got from him, especially in the first few episodes when chigiri was struggling to free himself.
you wouldn't want to live in my mind, even for a minute, i assure you đ and not at you pulling out these sentences jsaksklajs
i'm glad to know that my intention in writing the reader's background has reached the right audience. i was contemplating the direction i took with how i wrote the reader's experiences. i wondered if it would still be relatable or if i made them a bit too sappy (which i did, but it was for the plot T^T). and yes, you're right!! i was referring to this fic when i said that the reader is a little bit too 'me' XD. and now, reading your thoughts, i guess it's you and me hehe. don't worry, if you feel seen by the reader, i'm happy to let you know that i was attacked (and it kind of felt like i was oversharing as a writer, by the way T^T).
âi don't know if anyone has mentioned this, but your writing has definitely shown significant improvement in the short time you've been activeâ stop âđ» you're making me cry âđ» as someone who goes into hiding after posting because she doesn't have a good relationship with her works, this means so much to me, you don't understand :( i'm actually trying to focus more on writing the reader better. my past works were heavy on the characters' thoughts because i wanted to characterize them properly (i hope i did, oh my god), but in âjust maybeâ, i wanted to try writing solely from the reader's point of view.
thank you so much, anon! i'll be printing this out, and it will replace my awards on our walls.
i hope you're well and having the time of your life! love you lots <3
(don't worry, the emoji is not taken hehe. i'll go and search for your other asks to tag them properly so i can come back to it đ«”đ»)
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welcome back to me stealing ideas from @about-the-two-of-us !!
todays episode: i might turn this into a more general digital diary about my social life, rather than focusing so much on crushes. ysee this is what happens when i have to spend a whole half-day without meadow lmao
anyway !! hereâs updates :D
meadow went away for the weekend to visit a friend :(( so we couldn't hang out BUT before their train we still went to class together and made jokes about the place theyâre visiting and they left their snacks in my bag so i got to see them briefly again to give them back right before they left n we hugged goodbye at the place we first hung out aaaa
that was last weekend, n since then a ton of wild lore has happened !! its been literally 4 days how is any of this real.
monday evening jiji and odie hung out in my dorm and watched some youtube videos from a channel that odie and i rly like that we're trying to introduce jiji to !! those two r always so kind to me im rly glad i have them as friends rn. otherwise the stuff w meadow would be way more taxing i think
tuesday evening i went over to meadow's place after class !! i played a game they introduced me to (they like backseat gaming for this one hehe) and he gave me tons of tips on how to get a good build n i ended up getting further than i ever have before on my last run of the evening !!
and on wednesday (yesterday) meadow and i went on a mini shopping trip after class, then went back to their dorm again for a mini movie marathon !! we got through the first 2 hunger games movies since i hadn't seen them before and meadow is hype to watch the new one that just came out. i rly enjoyed them !! not my favorites ever but i can totally see what the hype is about. and for bonus points, one of my 2 best friends from before uni ,, we'll call them fish (new character alert !!) watched them too super recently so i can talk to them abt it !! fish is the coolest and im gonna be around them more this winter since i'm goin back to their town for a while :D but fr meadow and i watched the first 2 movies in his bed under the covers :,D not quite cuddling bc im a COWARD but squished up next to each other sharing snacks :3 thats still a win in my book !!
aaaaaaaaaaand then came earlier today >< i had a class with goose which was fun but she dipped after that to go study and i walked home alone. when i got back meadow started messaging me that someone they met on their weekend away (a friend of a friend) was messaging them n theyre DOWN BAD. they were GUSHING TO ME AND ITWAS TORTURE i am in actual hell !!!!!!!! turns out hearing ur crush gush about their crush ,, kinda hurts your soul in a way that you feel !! the conversation ended but now im thinkin i should rly confess soon just to save myself the trouble ;; idk how long its healthy to stay in friendship limbo like this.
#woaowww big update post i hope one hwole person reads it :D#star.txt#starlit meadow#starlit jiji#starlit odie#starlit fish#starlit goose#crushes
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ig i should start doing full entries again esp bc schoolâs starting and ill probably being feeling way worse
in chicago like THE big city today. and for the next couple of days. trying to enjoy vacation but summer reading haunts me everywhere i go. itâs so unfair that we have to do school work during the summer. like iâm not gonna become illiterate over the summerâŠ. chillâŠ. but itâs just something i canât shake and will always worry abt. like during the game i started listening to the audiobook bc i got so anxious over it đ ik itâs kinda on me for not reading earlier but likeâŠ. the books r mid NOBODY actually wants to read a how-to on reading đđ i do get random bursts of motivation tho when i fantasize abt being a productive, straight-a honors student with a national merit scholarship like my dad, and i also kinda get competitive with my friends. bad for r relationship but good for my grades and sanity for sure
i kinda snapped yesterday too lmao. like i joined call w sarah and she was being so uninterested and unresponsive while begging others to join call and the minute ava joins sheâs all happy and conversing. like damn ok?? u can be closer w others but presenting it like that hurts lmfaoo. after 5 min I left bc i just wasnât having it tbh. it rlly stung and pissed me off
o yeah i finally finished catcher in the rye OMGG⊠i honestly dunno how to feel about that book. like i get holden but at the same time i dont?? i can be angsty like him but heâs like my angst on steroids. that guy cant find any enjoyment anywhere he goes and it pisses me off. i may seem grouchy and miserable on here but im more friendly irl. remember this is primarily a VENT acc where all my dark thoughts go, the main ones aka the happy ones stay in my head or get shared with others. and hes so pessimistic, not like MY type of pessimistic where i think everythingâs gonna fail or go wrong, pessimistic as in everything sucks and theres nothing to enjoy in life. like omg arenât u just a bundle of sunshine!
i feel bad bc he is just a kid and has trauma, but that doesnât give him the right to make others miserable. like humanity sucks yeah but u gotta learn to deal w it man. ur not gonna like everyone and not everyoneâs gonna like u, itâs just something u gotta live through bc at the end of the day thereâs a good bunch of ppl who do care abt u, and that love, even divided, should matter more to u than the hate others feel towards u. bc why r u concerned abt strangersâ hatred and not your own family and friendsâ love? but heâs a teen whose mind is clouded by depression and angst, so i canât be too harsh. and even i catch myself acting like him so itâd be kinda hypocritical. still think he was an asshole sometimes tho, nothingâs changing that
biden dropped out the race in the middle of a baseball game (minor league) mom and i BOLTED and did r research. the democrats r in flamesss đđ republicans next đ€đ€ glad biden is out, hated his ass, kamala surely will redeem us đđđ sheâs no saint ofc, sheâs a politician, but compared to trump sheâs jesus the messiah himself. iâd vote her if i could đ„„đ„„đ„„
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