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chrollosbm · 11 months ago

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Sunflower Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Eleven

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You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

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Choso was currently standing cluelessly in a bar he’d never frequented, let alone heard of, in a pile of bodies with people he would never, ever, even associate with. The place was full of obvious college students who’d just hit the legal drinking age, or were either too young to be in a bar in the first place. The bouncer seemed sketchy to begin with, barely checking IDs as he chatted up younger women who were barely adults. He felt gross, gross to be standing in here as the air was muggy, it smelled like it hadn’t been cleaned in ages, and the music was absolutely terrible.

But, he was doing this for you. This small, crowded establishment that was driving him insane was right across the street from the far more luxurious club you were in. Thank God. He felt like he would have a heart attack if he knew you were in attendance of this low class bar, knowing you were way better than this.

Choso couldn’t even spend five minutes in this setting before he realized he couldn’t take much longer, so with great effort, he pushed through the sea of bodies and made his way outside, to the front of the trashy spot where he found a vacant bench to sit on. He sighed as he sat down, legs sprawled out in a manspread position, annoyed with his plan to begin with. He could’ve just done this from the start, as he had a clear view of the club from here, although it was more risky as there was a higher likelihood of him being caught by you. He deemed it worth the risk though, as he only wanted to protect you. You would understand that, right?

A feminine voice snapped Choso from his thoughts. “Mind if I sit with you?” The voice said, and he turned his head to find a pale woman with long brown hair, dressed in club attire, a cigarette hanging from her mouth, waiting for his answer.

He simply shrugged, not bothering to change his position to make room for the stranger. He couldn’t bring himself to pay attention to anything but the surroundings of the establishment you were in. The streets were filled with loud, drunk people, the night’s lights were bright and sounds of laughter, screaming, and music filled the air. Choso hated it. He hated the amount of people, the noise, the smell, everything. Once again though, he was out here doing this for you, to stand guard, to be sure you wouldn’t come into harm whatsoever.

The scent of cigarette smoke and vanilla filled Choso’s lungs as the strange woman sat down next to him, taking another puff of the cancer stick, the aroma surprisingly not foul smelling. He had immersed in smoking as a teen as part of his rebellious phase, only stopping because of the growing dent in his pockets due to the habit. He never picked it up again after that, as he knew it was bad for his health, and he didn’t want his younger brothers to pick up the habit as well.

A hand holding out a pack of said cigarettes was now in his view, distracting him from his surveillance on you. “You smoke?” She asked, offering him one.

Choso turned to look at her and shook his head. “Not anymore.” He answered, taking one anyway, actions contradicting his words.

The woman gave a chuckle and pulled out a lighter to light the cigarette currently hanging from Choso’s full lips, before taking one final drag of hers, tossing it carelessly in the already littered street afterwards.

“I’m Shoko.” She said, monotone laced in her voice, and Choso mentally rolled his eyes.

Not his type. Not you.

“And I’m not interested.” Choso responded, not caring about the clear lack of manners he was giving to this stranger that was kind enough to offer something of her possession to him, something he was currently relishing in. He could physically feel the stress lifting from his body with each inhale, suddenly feeling less tense about the entire situation. He had a full view of the entrance and exit to the club, so he would know when you left. He needed to relax.

Her loud laugh interrupted Choso’s thoughts and he cringed, annoyed at the volume of her roar. You were the only one whose voice he loved hearing at that amplification. “Oh, relax.” The woman he now knew as Shoko’s voice was still filled with humor and he wanted to leave immediately. He didn’t want to entertain this conversation any longer.

“I’m not trying to get into your pants. Yours has something in it that I’m not too particularly fond of.” Her face read disgust as she looked the man up and down, a smirk on her face as she reached his eyes again.

Choso’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, suddenly feeling a twinge of guilt for his bluntness a few seconds ago. A twinge.

“My bad.” He said, casually, exhaling the smoke from his lips with an ‘o’ shape, away from the woman’s stature, a small smirk remaining on his face from the tranquility of his old habit and the fact he’d just mistaken the woman next to him for flirting with him. It happened pretty often that he rejected others, so it was just a habit, not cockiness at all. He tossed the still-lit stick into the road, mocking Shoko’s previous action. “I’m just used to rejecting women is all.”

It was her turn to shoot her brows up in shock at his statement and she folded her arms and placed one leg over the other, bouncing it up and down, her knee-high boots moving in the air. “Cocky bastard, I see.” She let out nonchalantly, causing Choso to let out a genuine laugh at her boldness before she continued. Who the hell was this crazy woman? “I think we’re gonna be friends.” She finished with a smile and he tilted his head in confusion.

Friends? Choso didn’t really have friends, more like acquaintances, coworkers, and you. His brothers were his friends, but he knew that didn’t really count. He didn’t really trust anyone enough to have close companions, afraid that everyone ended up leaving, anyway. The man had always struggled with that part of himself, as he of course had some fear that you could leave him at some point. He of course wouldn’t let that happen, like he’d pondered before, he would die before that dilemma occurred. Choso was afraid of what he would do if you expressed or gave off any sort of disinterest in him, knowing he wouldn’t let you go, no matter what he had to do to stop you from leaving him.

As scary as the thought was, he knew he would take drastic measures to make sure you stayed his, even if that meant corrupting some of the morals he wasn’t even sure he had.

He needed you and you needed him. You two were going to be connected, forever.

“So, what are you doing out here all alone?” Shoko asked, calming his sinister line of thinking. Choso stared blankly at her, not sure exactly what to say. He couldn’t just outright say he was tracking you, keeping tabs on you even though you weren’t aware of his actions. That would come off as stalker-ish. Choso wasn’t a stalker, he just wanted to confirm your well-being. “I’m meeting an old friend. Although, it is getting kind of late for my liking.” She let out breezily with a sigh when Choso didn’t answer quickly enough, and he mentally sighed, knowing he wasn’t in the spotlight anymore.

He quickly composed himself at her statement before responding, taking a piece of his makeshift bang from his signature buns to twirl in his fingers, feigning nonchalance. “Oh nice. A girl?” He smirked at her and she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Boy, do I wish! Just going clubbing with one of my friends from high school. Haven’t seen him in a while and he’s been going through it because of his ex or some shit.” She shrugged. “Oh, I think that’s him now!” Her voice was filled with enthusiasm as she pointed to the familiar man walking down the street and Choso couldn’t believe his fucking luck.

Walking only twenty feet from him, was Suguru fucking Geto. The man who broke your heart more than once, cheated on you, betrayed you, stalked you.

Suguru was stopped in front of Choso before he knew it, a cocky expression on his features, looking down at the sweet woman he was meeting for the night. “She bothering you?” He asked Choso jokingly, obviously having no idea who he was and it took every fiber in Choso’s being not to knock him out on sight. Choso was livid, he knew it by the heat inside his body, no matter how freezing it was outside, it felt like a hot summer day by the way he was sweating. His knuckles were paler than usual with the way he was clenching his fists, ready to swing at any given moment. He couldn’t though. How would he explain this to you? He just so happened to be at a bar across the street from the club he knew you would be at? No, you wouldn’t believe that for a second. You were too damn smart for your own good.

Wait a minute. How did Suguru know you were here?

“Okay then…” Choso’s eyes snapped to the man as he spoke when Choso didn’t answer, knowing his face read nothing but pure hatred from the sudden unnerving aura in the air. “Let’s go, Shoko. This guy’s a fuckin’ weirdo.” Suguru continued and Choso absolutely lost it at the man’s bravery, obviously having absolutely no clue who he was dealing with.

Choso let out a disgusted scoff before standing to his feet quickly, choosing to land mere inches from your stalker’s face. “That’s fucking hilarious coming from you.” Choso’s words came out venomous, wicked really, as he looked him in his eyes, standing tall and proud, not caring how confused the man before him seemed.

“The fuck…” Choso heard from the bench where Shoko sat, obviously bewildered at the observation before her, head flicking from left to right. “You know my friend?” Her question was directed at Choso, who ignored her inquisition.

Suguru was clearly disoriented at the man before him’s menacing spirit, completely thrown off guard at his statement. “Yo, I don’t know who the hell you are, but back the fuck out of my face.” He moved closer to Choso, words contradicting themselves, chest equally as buff, almost touching his, with a haunting look plaguing his features, one that would’ve scared the average man. The being you were dealing with was not your average man though, Choso was a lot of things, he had a lot of positive traits that included caring, protective, kind, and intelligent, but there was a demented side to him, a side that contained vile-like behavior, vengefulness, manipulation, and acrimony. It only showed when he or a loved one was threatened or hurt, and as said before he tried to keep it under wraps, it wasn’t a side he wanted you to ever see.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Choso asked, cutting to the chase. Fuck the BS, he needed to know why he was here, about to attend the club you were currently in, celebrating your birthday. He continued when Suguru’s face quickly filled with skepticism. “You here for her? On her birthday?” Choso nodded his head across the street and not soon after, all the blood seemeed to rush from Suguru’s face.

When silence filled the air, nothing to be heard but their shallow breaths, Choso’s heaving getting louder by the second, Shoko cut in, finally seeming to catch on pretty swiftly. “Oh, you did not bring me here to help you stalk your ex-girlfriend, did you?!” She asked the gobsmacked man before Choso, who still had nothing to say. “Answer me right now, Suguru Geto!” Her voice came out, forcefully and the man she was speaking to’s jaw clenched tightly, obviously caught in his seemingly master plan.

“You her new boyfriend or something?” Suguru spat at Choso, ignoring his concerned friend who threw her arms up in defeat, before fuddling in her leather jacket to grab her pack of cigarettes, muttering something about her “friend” being shitty as usual. Choso would have to agree, maybe even taking it further to describe him as something far more cruel.

Choso smirked at him, almost laughing in the man’s face at his apparent stress. “All that matters is that you aren’t. She’s done with you. While you’re busy still pining after her, stalking her, she’s moved on, very happily at that.” Rage suddenly filled Suguru’s eyes, a burning fire seemingly in them as Choso continued, loving the way he was riling the man up with just words.

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The scene across the street from the club you were in, completely oblivious to the situation, was a sinister one. But, you were inside, trying to have the time of your life, but seemingly not being able to for a few reasons.

Number one: Andrea left quite some time ago. As usual, she could not handle her liquor. Before you all left the pregame at your apartment, she was already off her ass. She then proceeded to order three rounds of tequila shots, one after another, before she bolted off to the bathroom, prompting your older sister to run after your best friend, who was almost equally as drunk, but kept it under wraps with her super responsible oldest sister powers, as she called it. They didn’t spend too long in said restroom until Kento was waltzing into the establishment, an irked and distressed look covering his features. He took her home shortly after, but not before sending money for an Uber, since he was supposed to be your ride home. He sent more than needed, but you knew it was because he felt so horrible about the situation.

Number two: Not only did your best friend get absolutely hammered, but so did your younger sister. She drank more than Andrea, at both your apartment and the nightclub, but she seemed to overestimate her tolerance, as she was currently leaning on your older sister for support, still trying to dance, without any success.

Number three: There was something nagging in the back of your head. You didn’t know what, but since arriving, you felt…watched. It was like someone’s eyes were never leaving you and since around the time Andrea left, it got worse, making you feel almost naked. Your paranoia had driven you to search for the reason why you felt so uneasy, trying to lock eyes with the predator, but failing miserably. This was bothering you more than anything else, more than the people in your company irritating you greatly, which was a damn lot.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your older sister, your saving grace, and the only person not causing high emotion in you, Valerie, called your name in concern. You snapped your head to her to find her attempting to hold up your suddenly very drowsy younger sister, Opal, causing you to have those same powers your older sibling claimed to have, sobering up completely to help the youngest out of the club immediately.

Today was not a good day to wear high heels, with them being at least four inches tall and skinny, making it incredibly hard to help guide the grown woman out the night spot. You managed though, with the help of a security who came to save the day.

You were all now sitting outside on the curb, waiting for the Uber Valerie called while you were still inside, only to find out it was twenty whole minutes away. It was almost freezing outside and with your choice of attire consisting of a skimpy black dress that stopped at your mid-thigh, those heels that were open-toed, and only a fur coat that seemed to be your only intelligent choice of clothing on your body, you could not wait that long. You had half a mind to call Choso, but you knew it would probably take him that long to arrive anyway, plus he hadn’t answered any of your text messages in the past fourty-five minutes, so you assumed he was already asleep, (plus you would feel bad for taking the money Kento had so graciously given you just to not put it to good use.)

“How the hell is she in university drinking like a maniac every weekend, but can’t hold it together for a night out with us?” Valerie inquired from next to you, eyes on the scene beside her. Opal was leaning on the security guard for support, basically hugging him, with her eyes closed, ignoring his pleas for her to drink the water bottle he’d snagged from the front counter.

It was cute really, they had only just met, but by the rose tint on the man’s cheeks, you could very well tell he was into your younger sister. At first you thought he was helping out of kindness, which he still could have been doing, but now it looked like he was doing it for something more, with him promising to remain outside with you all until your ride arrived.

And why wouldn't he? Your sister was adorable, with her face almost an exact replica of you and your older sister's, her hair in a huge curly fro, dressed in the girliest, pinkest club attire, including her baby pink fur coat, which was the exact opposite of you and Valerie's. Valerie had chosen a warmer outfit, a tight, midi length sweater dress and high heeled boots, obviously the smarter of the three of you. Her hair was in black knotless braids, as it always was, being that it was easier to take care of since she didn't have the time to do her own hair, with her hands always in someone else's head.

You let out a snort, wondering the same thing as your older sister. “Who knows?” You turned and shook your head at Opal, who was now drinking the water, staring up at the man who was now pleased at her actions, praising her with a smile on his face. “She better get it together before tomorrow night. I’m not stopping the party again just because the two of them can’t hold their liquor.” You finished with a roll of your eyes. It was your birthday weekend, for Christ’s sake.

Your annoyance was cut short when Opal finally spoke, but it was in a panicked tone, and not to you, but the man beside her. “What the fuck is going on over there?!” Her words were slurred, but you followed her eyesight to the scene across the street to see two men beating the shit out of eachother-well one man getting his ass beat. A screech from the woman above them was loud enough to pierce everyone’s ears in a two-mile radius.

“Jesus Christ!” Valerie gasped next to you, covering her mouth as the man on the bottom’s face made a loud cracking sound as a fist connected to his jaw.

Your heart raced with adrenaline at the sight before you as you got up to get a closer look, despite both of your sister’s protests. You really should mind your business, but something was calling you to the scene ahead of you, an invisible force dragging you to the commotion that was drawing a small crowd, anyway. The security guard who helped Opal was running ahead of you towards the disturbance, having to abandon your younger sister for a more pressing matter.

You stumbled across the street, curiosity getting the best of you when you paused halfway there, to find no one other than Choso fucking Kamo getting yanked off of a very bloody man, who still had the nerve to be talking shit after the obvious ass whooping he just caught. The top Choso’s t-shirt was torn, exposing his tattoos and his silver chain, his hair was a mess with one bun hanging from his head, while the other had seemingly fallen. His face was tomato red in comparison to his pale body, and fuck. Why did he have to look so deranged and so sexy?

You snapped out your dirty thoughts and wanted to run over to Choso to figure out what the hell was happening, why he was fighting when you looked down to see that the man he was just hammering into the ground was no other than Suguru fucking Geto.

Your heart felt like it stopped beating with the way it dropped to the bottom of your stomach. What is going on? Why were they fighting? Did they know each other? Who is that woman? What were they doing here?

All of those questions were swirling through your head just as Suguru seemed to notice you, his facial expression turning from murderous to appalled, probably from your surprise appearance.

“Your boyfriend is a fucking psychopath!” He all but roared at you, looking disheveled with blood pooling from his nose and mouth and onto his neck as he attempted to get up, but falling almost immediately, causing the brown haired woman to help him up, grumbling obscenities underneath her breath. Was this his new girlfriend?

Ugh, who cares?

You didn’t know what to think and you weren’t sure how to feel, but for some reason the sight of Suguru on the ground, beat to a fucking pulp by Choso Kamo, pleading at your feet, lit something sinister in you. You didn’t feel angry, or disappointed, or sorrowful even.

What you felt was pure elation. Euphoric at the fact that he was practically crying and begging you to do something about Choso who’d just given him the ass whooping of a lifetime, probably at your expense, and outright in ecstasy at the sight of Choso, only ten feet from you now, a small amount of blood drooling from his gore painted lips, silently suffering, seemingly waiting for your reaction, as he was being held back from the pathetic man under you.

You couldn’t help the sinister grin that began to creep on your face, something that should have terrified Choso, or even yourself, but it didn’t. In fact, his large toothy, amused smile followed yours, and he looked the happiest you had ever seen him.

You didn’t know if that relieved you or fucking terrified you.

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bangtaninborderland · 8 months ago

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JHS - Twisted Feelings (15)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Warning: themes of stalking.

A/N: it was my grandmas funeral today, I felt bad not posting. I’ll trying to get my shit together lol.

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It had taken you twice as long to pack everything thanks to the continuous throbbing on your side and because you’d refused help. Hoseok had cancelled your Saturday session with Jungkook asking to do your Sunday session over video call.

You were thankful for the time it gave you to prepare for the move, all you had to do was find a moving company and everything was set. In all honesty you were excited about the prospect of a new apartment, it was significantly nicer than the one you had now but you couldn’t help feeling sentimental.

This was the first thing you had for yourself after leaving home. The first place you convinced a landlord to let you rent as an immature adult, the first place you’d brought a doormat for, the first place you’d had a taste of independence at.

It would be a place you missed but not a place you wished to return to.

You limped your way up the stairs, the thought of taking the elevator alone making your stomach churn uncomfortably. The halls were bare which wasn't weird for 8am on a Monday, with everyone either busy with a schedule or at home not yet being required to work. You still had 30 minutes until you were due to have your class with Hoseok which was definitely a blessing as you continued to hop your way to your ‘office’ with as little issue as possible.

“Yn?”

You nearly made, so nearly made it to relaxing in your comfortable chair for a little while before teaching all day. “Yes?”

You turn to find Jimin watching you, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine jimin-ssi.” You smiled through your teeth.

“Ah” he shook his head. “Taehyung and I already agreed on us all being Informal with each other, we are all the same age.”

“I know, I still want to be professional when it calls for it though. I just don’t want anyone thinking badly of me.” You admit, working around celebrities had meant you had to carry yourself differently least everyone suspect you to be fame hungry or whatever other accusation they could come up with. “Is everything okay?”

“I just noticed you were limping.” He gestured to your leg and you did all you could to stand straight.

“It’s fine.” You brush him off. “Just too much walking.”

“Are you sure? I don’t think I remember you being checked out after the elevator accident.” He frowns as though recalling the incident.

The last thing you want is to spend any more unnecessary time doing unprofessional things in your very professional workplace. “I promise i'm okay. I was fine afterwards, I was packing all weekend and overdid it. If it gets any worse I’ll go to the doctor for a check up.”

He sighs, thankfully giving up on the matter. “Okay, Hyung should be here soon. If you need anything Jungkookie and I are going to be practising in studio B. Come and find us whenever.”

“Thank you, I will do. Have a good practice.” You wave him off as you enter your office, grunting as your body slumps rather ungracefully into the chair.

You quickly organised the papers you needed for the day, finding Hoseoks folder and setting it out on the desk ready for whenever he came.

You felt your bag vibrate against your leg, reaching down to grab your phone.

No caller ID

You tried to think about who would be calling you, it wasn’t as though an abundance of people had your number but then again with the move you’d had to contact a few moving companies and of course your new landlord.

You picked up. “Hello?”

“Blue shirt, black dress pants, you have a limp… I guess you did get hurt in the elevator after all.” The voice was distorted, it sounded like somethi he straight from a horror movie.

You hung up quickly, stuffing the phone in your bag as you checked out of the small window.

Someone was watching you, someone was watching you and knew exactly what you were wearing…did they cause the elevator accident too?

“Hey.” Hoseok knocked on the door, making you jump. “Woah I’m sorry.” He takes a step back, hands up as a surrender.

“No no.” You quickly apologise, grabbing his folder and the extra pens you’d brought. “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.”

“You look scared, is everything okay?” He asks as he slides onto the chair opposite you.

“Yeah, I got lost in my own head, ignore me.” You laugh, pulling out the necessary worksheets. “I thought we could practice conversation today, it’s better if you learn the correct grammar for speaking rather than writing. Is that okay?”

“Whatever you think is best.” He agrees, taking a sip of his coffe before cleaning closer and giving you a full whiff of ‘expensive’.

You talked him through a few conversation starters, correcting him whenever he responded incorrectly before moving on to some vocabulary games, throwing in a few awful jokes along the way to make it a better experience for the rapper.

“You’re good at this.” He laughs out.

You can’t help but smile. “At what?”

“Making boring things fun. You don’t make me feel as though I can’t do it.” He explains sincerely.

“I’m happy to.” And you were, despite the fact it was your job it brought you joy. “Okay so just a few more vocabulary cards and then we will practice again and you can take a test.”

“I feel like im back in high school.” He sighs dramatically. “So much for graduating.”

“Actually, your cover of that graduation song was played at my school when we left.” You couldn’t help but recall the memory, a few of your classmates had gathered to do a little dance to it.

“Really?” He sat forward, eyes wide in surprise. “Did you listen?”

“I even danced to it.” You were fine embarrassing yourself if it made him laugh more.

“Wow.” He leans back. “I want to see.”

“Pass the test and I’ll ask my eomma to send me the video.” You shrug, sliding the paper over to him.

He looks at the paper. “What about the questions and vocabulary cards.”

“I’m making teaching fun.” You laugh, packing them away. “Good luck on your test.”

“I take it back, you are just like my high school English teacher.” He huffs playfully, picking up the pen.

He takes 25 minutes to completely finish, only asking for clarification on one question which was an improvement from your last few classes. You marked it quickly, his leg shaking in anticipation.

“So?” He asks the second you set the red pen down.

You fake a frown. “I guess I’ll text my eomma and ask.”

“Yes!” He shouts, slapping the table in excitement.

“You’ve done really well today, you should be proud of yourself. In between our classes you should listen to podcasts, YouTube videos, music, anything with English as much as possible. It may seem stupid if you can’t understand it all but I promise it is worth it.”

The timer goes off before you can give him any more ‘homework’.

“Thank you. Seriously, I had fun. I’ll try to do what you said.” He holds out his pinks. “Promise.”

“Very American.” You laugh, linking your pinky before pulling away. “Have you got a busy schedule today?”

“About 4 hours of dancing.” He groans. “And then just recording some more adlibs for the album.”

“I’m sure you’ll do amazing.” You give him a thumbs up as he opens the door.

“You’re welcome to come and watch if you have time, the staff are always there.” He offers.

“I’ll try and come by if I can, I was sent a few interviews to translate.” You explain, your love to watch them dance but you still didn’t feel as though it was your place. You didn’t want to seem overly comfortable when you’d only gotten the job because Hoseok had personally requested it. “You shouldn’t be late.”

“Of course not.” He checks his phone before frowning. “You’re right I should go, I’ll see you later if you’re still here when I get a break.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” You wait for the door to close before relaxing on your chair with a groan, your hands instantly wrapping around your hip as though to syphon the pain away.

It took you four hours and 45 minutes to completely every single interview that had been sent to you, in hindsight you probably should have procrastinated as much as you did but you couldn’t help it.

With work out of the way your mind drifted back to the earlier phone call, it was something you should report, you knew that.

You just didn’t want to worry anyone.

“Fuck.” You hiss, rummaging through your draw, finding the painkillers you’d put in there for emergencies and taking three.

Your phone buzzed, the screen flashing up with an email notification.

You click on it, guessing it was something work related only to notice the sender being unregistered and the text box empty.

Strange.

There’s an attachment at the end of the empty text box, your stomach twisted as you opened it. The screen now displays an image of you entering the building with the words “You’re easy to find.” edited across it.

“What the fuck.” You cuss to yourself. Taking a screenshot of both the image and the email before closing the app.

If this was happening because you were working with the members then why did it feel so personal?

“You’re still here?” You looked up to find Hoseok standing in the doorway, hair and face sweaty from dance practice. “I thought you would have come to see.”

“I really wanted to.” You explain. “I just had so much work to do.”

“I understand, it’s important and you don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He takes a few gulps of his water bottle. “Have you finished it all?”

“Yeah, finally.” You playfully swipe your forehead. “How was dance practice?”

He shrugs. “It was good.”

The conversation falls silent and for a few seconds you stare at each other before your phone buzzes with another notification.

Another email.

You can’t help but open it, despite how rude it may seem to be during a conversation your fingers itch to know what lies within the attachment.

It’s another image but this one had been taken days ago, one of you outside of the restaurant you had gone to with Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok.

“Hoseok?” You call out, turning your phone towards him.

He frowns as he takes the device, eyes going wide at the picture. “Is this the only one?”

“Of us? Yes.”

“And of you?” He asks, handing the phone back to you.

You contemplate lying but decide against it, you didn’t want to break the little trust you had. “I received another one earlier.”

He huffs shaking his head. “We need to take this to management, they may be able to have the email address tracked.”

“Okay let’s go.” You mumble, attempting to stand only for your leg to give out underneath you leaving you undignified as you fall to the floor.

“Shit.” Hoseok drops his water bottle as he reaches out to help you up. “Are you okay?”

“My hip.” You explain, using his body to support you. “It hurts.”

“Can I see?” He asks, resting your body against your desk.

You lift up your shirt, pushing the waistband of your pants down, a deep purple bruise scales your hip

“You have to get it checked, that looks awful.” He grabs your phone before wrapping an arm around your waist. “Lean on me, I’ll take you to the company doctor.”

You internally cringe at how another day has gone so wrong. “Okay, thank you.”

“What are friends for if not human crutches?” He laughs weakly carrying you both to the doctor.

Thankfully the room is close, the doctor rushing you in to sit on the hospital style bed. You explain what happened, answering all of his questions whilst he layers heat packs against your side.

“It’s not broken but you definitely have a hip pointer.” He explained, showing you similar images from a book. “It’s when you directly impact your hip causing bruising, pain, tenderness and it may impact your walking. You shouldn’t do much physical activity for at least a week.”

“It’s not bad.” You feel lighter knowing nothing had broken and all that could help was a little bit of rest. “Thank you for seeing me so fast.”

The doctor waves you off, giving you a prescription for some antibiotics as you left the office.

“Here let me help you back to your office.” Hoseok offers, wrapping his arm around you before you could contest against it. “I’m sorry we didn’t realise you were hurt.”

“It’s my own fault really, I pushed it too hard this weekend getting everything ready to move.” You hate the idea of him blaming himself for your own actions, you were a big girl and it was your responsibility.

He practically carried you back to your office despite your protests that it would do no good for him to be injured too only for him to shush you and insist on helping. Only when you were secured back in your seat did he drop onto the small couch in the corner. “I think you’ll have to attend a recording session tomorrow, there’s some producers coming from America and Nicole isn’t here.”

“I’ll check my schedule but I'm sure it will be on there if Nicole isn’t here.” You’d briefly met the other translator, she was kind but far too busy to make daily conversation with. You could see why they needed a secondary translator. “Don’t you have to record some things?”

“Ah.” He shakes his head. “We are going to wait until tomorrow so we can see what the producers say.”

“About the picture…” You start addressing the elephant in the room. “I think we should be careful about who we tell, I don’t understand how anyone would know where we were or what I was wearing unless they had been close to the building and possibly even had access. “I know inside leaks aren’t that uncommon.”

“It’s true but after years of experience it’s always best to tell management, if you can’t walk there I can call them and they will come here?” He offers.

Despite how cramped your tiny office would be you didn’t think you’d be able to manage another trip around the building so soon after having your hip poked and prodded at. “If you wouldn’t mind.”

He steps out of the room as he makes whatever phone call he needs to, returning a few seconds later. “They are coming down now.”

It’s relatively a quick affair, Sejin taking all the information from the email along with screenshots before explaining that he will take it to the HYBE security and protection team to have it investigated, finally explaining. “If you’re worried you should stay with someone else, a friend or family maybe. We ask that you don’t contact the police yet, we want to compile a full report before involving them.”

“Thank you Sejin-Ssi.” You nod respectfully in his direction as he leaves.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Hoseok jokes trying to lighten the mood. “If you’re finished for the day I can drop you home? We have been told to rest until the producers come by tomorrow.”

You soften at the offer but still can’t find it in your to accept. “Oh no it’s absolutely fine, I can just take a taxi or the bus. I doubt it’s safe for you to come to my apartment with all these pictures being taken.”

“Please? I feel awful that you’re in pain. I know how to go undetected.” He presses.

You consider it before giving in, it was daylight and he knew what he was doing. “Okay, only if you’re sure.”

“I am. Here, let me take that.” He grabs your bag, swinging it over his shoulder before once again offering you his arm to lean on. “One time Jungkook hurt his foot before a concert and afterwards he felt awful so we took turns carrying him around.”

You both make your way into the elevator, your heart picking up as memories from the accident flash through your mind. “Did it help him feel better?”

“Nope. Jin Hyung dropped him.” Hoseok snorts at the horrified look on your face. “It was fine, everyone was fussing around him. We got him onto the couch and Jin Hyung ordered his favourite foods.”

“It worked out then?” You ask, grinning as the elevator grows closer to the ground floor.

“Sort of?” He questions. “When Jin Hyung went to get some extra napkins Jungkook poured hot sauce over his food.”

“So it was payback?” You ask through a laugh.

He shakes his head as he grins. “Not at all, Jin Hyung had been plating up Namjoons food.”

The realisation dawns on you. “So let me get this right, Seokjin-ssi dropped Jungkook-ah and then as an apology brought him his favourite food. Jungkook sabotages Seokjin-ssi’ food but it was actually Namjoon-ssi’ food?”

He hums as he helps you out to the artist only car park. “Yep, but Taehyung-ah stole a bite and he is terrible with spicy food. He ended up knocking over a pitcher of water all over the dish Jungkook had wanted.”

You take a moment to laugh at that, the thought of a joke turning into absolute chaos around the dinner table. “So then what happened?”

“We all gave up, half of the meal was drenched in cold water, the other half was cold.” He chuckles as he unlocks his car and helps you in.

You wait until he starts the car to ask any more. “What did you eat?”

“Yoongi Hyung had ordered pizza as he didn’t want fried chicken so we stole it.” He laughs, carefully checking the street as he turns the car. “But Hyung is good, he ordered two pizzas.”

“You’ve known each other for a long time, I'm sure he probably can tell when it’s necessary.” Na-Rae has always been the same, knowing what you need before you do.

He shrugs. “I think we are all just synched. It’s a little scary how similar yet different we are.”

“Well clearly it works.” You point to the little picture resting in the back of his phone case, one of all seven of them at an award show.

He looks at you with a smile. “I guess it does. Put your address into my phone, I don’t know where im going.”

You punch in the address, the map on his phone displaying a 20 minute car journey.

The drive passes by as it had started, filled with never ending conversation and laughter. When you finally pulled up to your apartment you frowned to yourself, you didn’t want to journey nor the conversation to end. “Thank you for dropping me home.”

“Let me help you up.” He doesn’t give you a chance to argue before he is already opening your door, throwing your bag over his shower before helping you stand. “Does your building have an elevator?”

“Yeah, it's not fancy or anything though.” You explain.

You weren’t often a person who felt insecure but Hoseok was someone who had everything, whatever he owned, wore, ate, did was far more luxurious than anything you’d ever experienced. “Fancy is overrated.”

You push the broken elevator button, the machine loud as it carries you up to your floor. As soon as you step off the elevator you’re reaching for your keys, only to stop as you see your door open.

“Oh my god.” You rush over, forgetting the pain in your hip as you push it open.

You’re thankful Hoseok is there as you feel your eyes water. The apartment is wrecked, pictures of your friends and family had been smashed on the floor, the walls covered in paint and other substances you weren’t willing to touch, pillows torn open, furniture thrown across the room. Anything and everything that could be reached had been damaged.

“Come back out here.” Hoseok directs, pulling you into his arms as he dials the police.

You let yourself cry as he spoke to the operator, your heard pained with the acceptance that everything you’d worked for had been destroyed.

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sheisaquarius-blog · 2 months ago

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For Anthony day!

I’m a sucker for coffee shop x tattoo shop au, so maybe ianthony?

i am so sure i did the opposite of what you wanted, but the idea snuck in my head and i couldn't help myself, i'm soooo sorry. i hope this is still cute?

“Um, excuse me?”

Anthony turns around, as does Ian beside him. The voice came from a younger girl, dyed-dark hair, un-inked skin, probably looking to get her first tattoo on the other side of the counter. “Hey,” he says, friendly.

She smiles hopefully. “Hi! Um, I was wondering if I could book an appointment?”

Ah. Yeah, this happens all the time. He smiles and then looks to Ian. “What do you think?” Ian rolls his eyes. “Don’t tease her,” he elbows Anthony in the ribs. “Hi, I’m actually the owner, as surprising as that is,” he says. The girl looks up at Ian in surprise. His blue sweater covers most of his arms, so there could be something under there, but Anthony knows there isn’t. He also knows that inside a tattoo shop, he looks the most natural, while Ian looks out of place.

And yet.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says, glancing down at her feet.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ian waves it off. “You wanted to make an appointment? Can I see your ID?”

Anthony settles his elbow on the counter and watches Ian chat with the girl, setting up her appointment for her eighteenth birthday, and listening to her talk about what she wants. He smiles. Ian’s good at making people feel comfortable.

When the girl leaves with an appointment card, Ian sighs and looks at his watch. “Don’t you have a coffee shop to run?” he asks.

“The baristas can handle it,” Anthony waves the idea off. Tommy, Shayne, and Amanda know what they’re doing. “I can spend a little longer on my lunch break.”

Ian shakes his head, but, notably, takes a sip of the coffee Anthony had brought him for their lunch not-date, since Ian doesn’t like to call them dates while he’s at work.

“What do you think?” he asks, nodding to the recyclable cup. “Tried a different roast.”

“I like it,” Ian says. “It’s . . . it’s almost sweet. Like it has caramel notes.”

Anthony’s chest bursts when Ian talks about his coffee. He’d started as just a bookkeeper at the shop, but the old guy who ran it liked him, showed him how to make things, what kind of care it took, and Anthony liked it. And then he met Ian and he loved it, mostly because Ian loves it. The only thing Anthony likes more than when Ian talks his ear off about how his coffee tastes is when Anthony’s splayed out on the leather chair of the tattoo shop with Ian’s needle in his skin. He loves how vulnerable he can be for Ian that way, and how seriously Ian treats it. The give and take.

Well, technically, there’s one other thing he likes better than coffee or tattoos with Ian, but work isn’t the place for those thoughts. Although Anthony sure does like to dance on the edge of that.

Anthony grins. “Give me a taste?” he asks.

Ian knows his game, he always does, so he gives Anthony a deadpan look and holds the takeaway cup out to him. “Knock yourself out.”

Anthony takes it, much to Ian’s surprise, and sips it, which surprises him even more. Ian grabs his apron to get ready for afternoon appointments. “What do you think?” he asks while tying the back.

Anthony considers the cup, then glances around the shop. Courtney and Spencer and Damien are in the back rooms with their appointments, and no one else is in the shop yet. “I think it could use a little sweetener,” he says, and pushes Ian gently back against the wall with a kiss.

Ian groans into it, but it’s a groan of disapproval, not arousal. “Oh, that was so cheesy,” he says when Anthony lets him have his lips back.

Anthony shrugs, licking at his lip. “Tastes better, I don’t know what to tell you.”

Ian rolls his eyes. “Get out of my shop,” he says with exasperation, but he grabs Anthony by the collar and pulls him back in.

Anthony still has fifteen minutes on his lunch break, and he might still be late heading back to the coffee shop.

#my writing #smosh #smosh fic #ask #anthony's day 2024

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reysdriver · 1 year ago

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Driver's License | Keys

You decide to tease your friend after seeing his real name on his ID — coworker!keys x reader fluff

warnings: alcohol consumption since the oneshot takes place at a bar

words: 0.8k

a/n: this is my first keys fic and I know this is niche as hell but i've been obsessed with him lately so expect more lol

The bar was one of the more popular ones—which means there’s sometimes a line outside in the cold—but it was the one you always went to because it was walking distance from work. You, Keys, and Mouser stood in line shivering and wondering what was taking so damn long.

“Should we just go somewhere else?” You asked the guys.

“No, it’s fine.” Keys answered. “We’re almost at the front anyways.”

Mouser looked like he was about to say otherwise, but then dropped his protests. “Keys, can you like, stand on your toes and see what’s going on?”

He obliged and stood up as tall as he could, looking for the front of the line. After a few seconds of the most perfect posture you’d ever seen on your friend, he slumped back down to his normal height.

“It’s not the regular bouncer. This one’s checking, like, everyone’s IDs for five minutes each.” Keys explained, pulling out his wallet already.

You held back a laugh at the obvious hyperbole and thanked him for the update on what was taking this line so long to move.

Keys was right; you were actually close to the front of the line. It was still unbearably cold and it wasn’t even winter yet. Keys saw your discomfort and wrapped an arm around you. Maybe that was more than a coworker slash friend should do, but hey, you work at a video game company: nothing was really like other workplaces.

Once you were finally at the doors, the new bouncer asked for IDs from all three of you—which you thought was ridiculous because none of you looked like you were minors—and thoroughly scanned each one of them.

Yours was first, and maybe the quickest. Mouser showed his ID next, and then it was Keys’ turn. The worker looked at his driver’s license for longer than he had yours and Mouser’s, then passed it back to Keys with the card in between his index and middle finger.

Keys seemed to be in a rush to put it back into his wallet, and when you caught a glimpse of it as he shut the leather flaps, you understood why.

Your friend had never told you his real name before. Come to think of it, you weren’t sure he’s told anyone. What was perhaps his biggest secret was now in your hands, and there were infinite possibilities on what to do with it.

You kept quiet while the group picked a booth to sit at, then went up to order a round of kamikaze shots to start the night off with a bang. After you’d all taken one shot together, Mouser went off to use the washroom, leaving just you and Keys together.

Impatient as always, you had decided now was the time to do something with your newly acquired information. Biting back a smile, you tried to act as inconspicuous as possible.

“You know what?” You started. “I know we still have a round of shots, but I’m gonna head up to the bar and get something with as many maraschino cherries as they’ll let me have. Do you want anything?”

He shook his head, smiling at your drink request. “No, I’m alright. I’ll stay here.”

You stood up, bringing a dollar bill from your purse to tip the bartender. “Okay, I’ll be back, Walter.”

He didn’t even notice your use of his name at first. But when your words played back over in his head—as most things you say to him do—his eyes widened and he shot up from the seat.

“How did you— I don’t tell people my real name.” Keys said softly but urgently.

You smiled at him. “I know. I saw it on your driver’s license outside. I just wanted to tease you a bit since I’m now one of the only people in the world who knows it.”

“You are.” He confirmed. “Just, please don’t use it at work or anything. I just think it’s embarrassing.”

“More embarrassing than ‘Keys’?” You giggled. You started walking towards the bar, and he followed closely behind. “You don’t need to worry, though. I like being the keeper of your secret.”

Relief washed over his face. “Thank you.”

You waved over one of your favourite bartenders, then brought your attention back to Keys. “Just for the record, I actually like your real name. It’s like a cute old man you live next to and bring in the newspaper for.”

He bit the inside of his cheek and stood up from the barstool. “You know, just for that, I do want a drink. You’re buying it for me.”

You rubbed his upper arm to confirm there was nothing bad between you. “I’ll surprise you, Walt.” You told him as he walked back to your booth.

Unsurprisingly, you were met with his turned back and a middle finger flipped at you.

#walter keys mckey #keys mckey #keys x reader #keys x you #keys x y/n #keys free guy #keys fluff #keys fanfiction #joe keery #coworker!keys #joe keery fanfiction #free guy #free guy keys #free guy fanfiction

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transparentlyfallingasleep · 1 month ago

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7. How do you choose which POV to write from? (Especially for starbucks)

25. What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

aw wow! People never ask me questions on here.

let’s see number 7. Honestly I tried to come up with a better answer than this but it’s just the vibe of the thing. The first story was really just a response to “Clint Barton shows up 15 minutes late with Starbucks” insert Troy with the pizza meme that was out in the ether post his absence in Winter Soldier. I decided to try making myself write from Natasha’s perspective after the Clint heaviness in marketplace etc but in the Starbucks sequel I just wanted to imagine/ write down the Robert Downey jr voice in my head reacting to spy kid 3D. And then they all joined in. Clint’s voice is my most comfortable place to be Natasha, Cap, Maria, Jarvis the least but I think that’s because being that fucking competent seems heptapod level alien.

25: I wish people read unfinished business more… it was my first story in the marvel space and my second fanfic ever. And I still kinda like imagining it’s running in the background of the avengers… and it could have too if not for that pesky Joss Whedon. I also I’m proud of my Game of thrones fic. It was an attempt to self sooth and I think it turned out rather well all things considered.

26. I’m not sure I do wild rides I’m definitely not much of a plot writer. I tend to focus on small intimate character moments. Probably because I suck even more at the other stuff, possibly because being a speech pathologist I’m better at getting voices of characters ‘right’ than I am at making things happen. But I am proud at how I salvaged age of ultron for the rewriting in Market Place and how much I was able to reuse, reduce, recycle might be surprising to readers.

39. So my clinic shut down suddenly in September. If you are Australian I will just say this about it. The NDIS and in particular the Government have been making it harder and harder to work as a paediatric disability clinician and hell bent on telling our clients that it’s because we are rorting the system. I didn’t want my clients to loose their therapeutic alliance and a speechie that has known them most of their lives so I started my own sole trading. It’s long hours, crazy stress and I don’t even know if I will be able to afford the audit come 2025 but for now my kiddos are safe and getting therapy. All the govt has managed to do is privatise the old block grant system and lie about choice and control and that’s all I have to say about that. As a result I’ve got no real WIPs but I have this… you can see that I write dialogue first.

If you’ve come to tell me I’ve besmirched my honour, that the castle is in an uproar… I care not.

Your grace.

Ser Davos I am no princess.

The laws of the realm say

So Tyrion Lannister crowns my brother and frees the north for my sister and now I am smothered by titles? I knew I should have killed that-

Id never really thought about it like that Milady. Allow an old man a small courtesy? I accepted my title for services to Stannis Baratheon. Plenty of times I thought better of it but I did it for those who came after me. Lord Gendry well he doesn’t say, quiet sort that he is -

Surly

As you say, but i think I’m right in saying he had similar thoughts. I don’t think either of us thought that there might be others on the other side of it. Born to the titles and the power and wanting none of it, wanting to be rid of it.

He is a good lad lady Arya. Give him longer. He can’t stay this angry for long.

I can’t stay ser Davos

Forgive me but I’ve lived longer on decking than I have on dry land or had till your brother made me hand. The tides they come again. Like circles they are. Why not tarry even if he’s determined to make himself unpleasant.

He doesn’t have to put effort into that. He’s had it mastered for years. You are married Ser, children?

Aye My Lady

#clint barton #hawkeye #black widow #natasha romanoff #gendry x arya #clintasha #arya/gendry #My writing #wildechilde17

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preciadosbass · 3 months ago

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4/8/24

woke up at 9 and got dressed into my saw 2004 shirt [again], black ripped skinny jeans, knee high converse, a danger days zip up hoodie, my can tab necklace i made + a chain, and various band bracelets. it took me longer than it needed to for me to get ready because i was briefly watching/listening to my chemical romance’s live in valencia [2011]. it took me like 40 minutes to get ready and once i was done i had time to take a few pictures of my outfit. i’m the awkwardest at taking pictures of myself, even if they dont have my face in.

i put a few more pins on my bag to replace spaces that pins had fallen off of and then said goodbye to boris + took a few pictures with him as i only have two. they came out really cute. i got in the car at 10:30 and we left for the zoo at around that time. the drive is decently long so i put my main 33hour playlist on and packed two heartstopper books. i went on my phone for a while when we set off and then started reading volume two of heartstopper. i finished the book around the same time i started writing this part of my entry, so, 11:25 or something.

it took us over two hours to get there, and once we did we met up with my cousins who were coming off the safari drive. i find its more awkward with them as i’m growing up, i was more sociable as a kid, and now all i want to talk about is taking photos and bands. plus, all my cousins are in their late 20s. i still really like hanging out with them though, mainly because it doesn’t happen a lot. once we’d figured out where we were going we headed to these really organised gardens. they hand a pond with fish and a fountain and i looked at it and thought i wouldn’t mind living there.

we saw the wallabies and mostly walked around when we first got there because our safari drive was soon and we’d need to go back to where we were originally. we unfortunately couldn’t see the animals around the garden area anyways. we split up with my cousins and lined up to get in the safari truck. we set off at around 2:30. i got a window seat but i was feeling insecure in a way to take photos because my dad had taken his professional camera where literally every photo you take turns out nice. i was also scared we’d run out of time to do anything after the drive because he’d agreed to let me use it to take pictures of the big cats. we set off on the drive but i didn’t get many photos because the truck was obviously constantly moving.

it was really cool, though. i like safari stuff. the first few animals we saw were deer, a moose, and some camels. one of the camels stood infront of the truck and refused to move, so they had to get another vehicle loaded with food for it to run after so it could let us pass lmaoo — i didn’t really see much of the other animals, most of them were the opposite side to where i was sitting and i couldn’t see much if i did look because my dads camera is really long. he said he didn’t get many good photos either, so at least it wasn’t just me. like i said, i didn’t see much or manage to take many photos so i’m not entirely sure what i saw, but the journey took an hour and once we were loaded off we met back up with my cousins.

while we were on our safari tour, they were having afternoon tea, so one of my cousins brought back two scones for me. which was really nice because i was clearly exhausted + famished from the heat and not eating all day but i was really worried about what was in it and if itd make me gain. after reuniting with them, we started walking around the actual zoo. id been going on about the big cats without even realising so we saw a few random animals and then headed to that kind of area. on the way there we had something to eat when i had a scone because there was nothing packed i could eat. i really regret it because it didn’t really fill me up, but i must shamefully admit it tasted good.

sadly i couldn’t see the lynx’s, but i did see this otter looking small cat? i’m still figuring out my camera, so i couldn’t work out how to blur the bars around it, but my dad worked his magic and sort of erased them. by this time everyone else had walked off though, so i didn’t get a good photo cuz i didn’t want to hold up everyone’s day. continuing on with the trail, there were a few more cats but i think they’d gone in theyre inside enclosure bit, or they were just really good camouflagers. we also saw these weird ant eater looking things having their food.

there were two workers putting anti fly cream on it and it got a little freaked out. we carried on going around the park and saw a huge enclosure of gorillas. one of them was using a bit of bamboo-like stuff as a walking stick. i wouldn’t have minded living in their enclosure either, the inside bit even had a personalised slide. afterwards was the monkeys, they were all eating and really, really fast so it was practically impossible to get any pictures of them but i told myself i needed to because i do whenever i go to zoos. the bar thing didn’t seem to work anymore so the photos came out atrocious but at least i tried i guess 😭

we also saw these miniature dog things, i took nice photos pose wise, but all i can focus on is the fact it looks blurred in places. once we’d gone round the whole path, the zoo had technically already shut so we said goodbye to everyone else and set off for home. it took even longer to get home because everyone was also coming home from being out. i didn’t end up reading my second heartstopper book because i listened to music for a small while and then slept instead.

i’m not entirely sure when we got back, but i was really happy to see boris. my aunt had come round to feed him and check on him earlier so i wanted to see if he’d eaten. i took my mums laptop outside to the driveway so i could cuddle with him and email the photos i took on my camera to myself. i finished doing that at 9. boris wanted to come in quite quickly, and i don’t blame him. it was freezing. it was funny because he fake stretched on the front door and let himself in. after that i went on my phone and charged it a little, then looked at some band merch on depop.

i’m planning on buying a few things, if they ship to the uk, that is. so far ive added a killjoys book [9 dollars] a brendon urie funko pop [7 dollars], a gerard way funko pop [16-20 pounds], and a pierce the veil necklace [6 dollars] to my wish list/basket. concidering what it is and the difference between dollars and pounds [according to my dad] i think everything’s priced good, for my broke ass. also saw in the process that the bat belt buckle id been eying up as been sold so i’m gunna go sob in a corner now.

my parents went up to their room so i came up and asked about my mum sorting out purchasing the stuff for me tomorrow as i’m not supposed to do things like that myself. she agreed and i went downstairs to accompany boris. i was with him the entire time it took me to write this section of my ‘journal’, or whatever you wanna call it, so a long time. i went upstairs to my sisters room at 11:10 and tried convincing her to go to sleep because all of us couldn’t until she did. i ended up attempting to get her to sleep but it didn’t work, so my mum did and i asked the questions about boris afterwards.

they went pretty smoothly, we were all just really tired. once i’d done i went back downstairs, looked at depop some more and added some more stuff to my wish list/basket once id texted a few sellers if they ship to the uk. this time i added two deer jaws [almost ten dollars], taxidermy millipede [offering £8], a gerard way poster [£3], so much for stardust cassette [this’ll be my first cassette if i get it, offering £8], and another brendon urie funko pop because the other one shops to usa only. i’m really excited for tomorrow for when i can hopefully buy everything listed. i love expanding my merch/taxidermy collection.

by this time, it was 1:40 so i did my teeth and said goodnight to boris. while i was saying goodnight to boris he warned me and seemed angry so i immediately got worried because i cant even remember the last time he did that. i know he wasn’t trying to be aggressive, he just must’ve not liked what i was doing but i was just stroking under his chin like i do everynight. he was purring afterwards which made me really worry because that means he’s stressed. i cried for quite a while while apologising to him.

i hate even imaging him being not okay, let alone having plain proof that he’s not as happy as he usually is. i brought his food to him and gave him some treats. i ended up just getting more and more scared as time went on so i went out to see him and he ran away from me which is really unlike him so i went to ask my mum if she thinks somethings wrong. she wasn’t waking up and i took it as i sign i shouldn’t disturb her but when i was about to turn back she woke up. she and dad told me that he’s okay and will be okay in the morning. i love boris so much, i really wish that he knew. i tried calming myself down, blew him more kisses and went to sleep at around 3.

* as you can tell, this monkey photo is the one i took where the bar thing on my camera especially wasn’t working. i’m only putting this here because it’d be decent photo without the bars — i think.. i don’t know. i get weird about photos i take when they’re recent. anyways, enjoy the picture of me and boris from this morning

have a good day/night O_o

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all4ston3 · 1 year ago

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my perfect girl

summary; you’re having a bad body image day, and matt comforts you

cw!!; talk of bad body image, not liking yourself, matt praises you, kissing

774 words, 5 min read time

note!! ;; this might suck so beware,, but i guess i wrote this as a way to comfort myself. im battling with an ed at the moment and my body image has really deteriorated, and i’ve been wanting comfort for a long time, but i have nobody to provide such comfort, especially so intimately. so thank god for writing. if anyone else id struggling with body image, you’re perfect the way you are. i know its cheesy but we’re just human. ur body is so uniquely your own, and that’s what makes it perfect. sorry for getting all sappy but dealing with this type of shit sucks ASS and i hate that other people have to deal with it 2.

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you were upset with yourself. you were having one of many bad body images days, where you wish you could just change your body to how you see fit. it was late, around 10:24pm. matt was at the south park studios, and you didn’t expect him to come home until around 5 in the morning. he texted you a few times that day, informing you on how “it was just one of those days,” and how they couldn’t come up with any ideas.

you were imperfect. of course you knew everybody was imperfect, but you thought you had too many imperfections. especially compared to your sweet, compassionate, tall, handsome, your perfect boyfriend. you found yourself staring in the bathroom mirror after finishing your night time routine. the longer you stared, the bigger the lump in your throat got.

you didn’t like your body, not one bit. you let the feeling build up, trying to battle it in your head. you burst into tears eventually, still staring into the mirror while feeling your body with your hands, feeling all of those imperfections and thinking of all the things you could do to quickly fix it. how to make yourself more loveable, more desirable for your boyfriend, who you thought deserved better.

you decided to just go to sleep, not wanting to be awake to think about your body anymore. you got comfortable in bed, reaching over and turning the lamp off.

you couldn’t fall asleep, your brain plaguing you with negative thoughts. you cried, constantly wiping your tears and sniffling. your bedroom door opened after 20 minutes and you froze. matt came home early and you hadn’t noticed. you hadn’t heard the front door of your apartment shut. you didn’t want matt to see you crying, quickly wiping your tears off of your face. matt never saw you cry before, you didn’t want this to be the first encounter either.

you felt the side of your bed dip as matt sat down, and a hand caress your side as he sighed, surely exhausted from working. you unintentionally sniffled again, and the hand froze. “y/n? baby? are you okay?” the sweet voice of your boyfriend broke the silence. his voice was a sigh of relief for you, the soft, low voice that you love. you sighed and rolled over to face him, your eyes still puffy from crying.

“oh, my poor baby, what’s the matter?” he was quick to pull you up and to hug you, gently rocking you back and forth. matt knew something was off the moment he entered the bedroom. he felt the negativity radiate off your body and it hurt him. he wanted nothing more than his woman to be happy. “matt, i’m not good enough for you.. you deserve someone prettier than me. you deserve somebody with a perfect body, someone that is perfect in every way. that’s what you deserve.” you spoke into his chest, new tears prickling at your eyes. you loved being held by him, you loved his smell, how secure you felt in his arms.

he immediately pulled you back by your shoulders, the light from the hallway illuminating his face. he looked genuinely offended before scoffing and shaking his head. he was hurt his pretty girl was feeling that way. matt thought you were the most gorgeous, sexy, and lovely girl. you were his charming girl. matt squeezed your shoulders, “what on earth are you talking about, y/n? are you kidding me? when i tell you that i love you, i mean i love every single part of you. from your mind, to your pretty face, your body.. every part. you’re fucking perfect for me. you were born to be with me. it’s okay to be insecure, i am too, but to think you don’t deserve me? that’s fucking outrageous, baby.. your body turns me on so much, to me you have a perfect fucking body.”

you stared at matt. you couldn’t believe this handsome man was saying those things about you. you were absolutely flattered, grabbing his arms so you felt closer to him. he was still rambling on about his love for your beauty, and how he couldn’t imagine a person more perfect than you.

you felt loved. you felt secure. you felt pretty, even. you leaned forward and kissed matt, quick to wrap your arms around his neck. matt grabbed your waist, gently rubbing your sides before hugging you. matt didn’t let you pull away from the kiss for a few minutes. he wanted you to know just how much you meant to him. how pretty you are to him. that you’re perfect.

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jaggedwolf · 3 months ago

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pll rewatch 2x16

the aftermath of caleb's surprise party. does my guy even get to celebrate his birthday? don't do surprise parties in rosewood, just don't.

The liars appear to be back at Spencer’s house, not the lakehouse, as they debrief the missing Lucas situation, and I am so distracted by the absence of Caleb

Don’t get me wrong, PLL is at its best when the men don’t matter, but from Caleb’s PoV, he showed up to a surprise birthday party where his girlfriend dragged herself out of the lake, the guy whose house he’s living in is missing, and he uh, did not stick around to question the girls?

A took the opportunity to fill Hanna’s water bottle with lakewater. Gross.

Hanna tells the girls that Lucas destroyed Alison’s memorial — sometimes PLL slow walks reveals in frustrating ways, but here is an example that makes sense, where Hanna would not disclose this secret

Spencer: Well, my family never uses that house after LABOR DAY

Okay, no she doesn’t yell LABOR DAY like that but that’s all I can hear when anyone ever says that phrase in this show

Maya’s crisis hotline call joke is funny to me. In the same courtyard that Emily yelled at Aria for having sex dreams about Jason, Emily’s like well, Maya, say something dirty then.

Emily confidently says she can get a fake ID for Maya and later we learn what she means is that she can snag Aria’s because bouncers in Jersey concert venues are so blind that all short brunettes look alike. Sure.

Caleb is ready to be a good bro and chase down Lucas, Ashley wants to call Lucas’s parents because her daughter threw the party and the whole time Hanna is like guys, what’s the big deal, can’t we all forget about the guy I knocked overboard with an oar???

My favourite A message this episode is with the fucking boat in the overflowing sinks of the school bathroom, where A texts

Life is but a dream, Hanna. And I'm your worst nightmare.

Maya ditches Emily at the call center (again, this is her community service punishment, why can she bring guests over) because of mysterious texts and Emily is conflicted on asking her

I’m just grateful this leads to Emily actually discussing a girlfriend with a liar for longer than one sentence, it’s been a minute. Even if that conversation is basically

Hanna: It sucks keeping a secret! 😤 Emily: Well, it sucks having a secret kept from you.😟

The Sparia scene in Philly where they follow up on the receipt is so odd. They take ten years to realize the newsstand right in front of them is the store they’re looking for, Aria is supposedly on house arrest outside of Holden dates but is gallivanting with Spencer here, and then, when Aria ditches her....

Spencer sees more than one blind person and you can see her eyes go ALERT ALERT ALERT SUSPICIOUS BEHAVIOUR ALERT ALERT

She just starts randomly following blind people?? Till she gets to the blind people school??? And it is indeed the school Jenna went to??? She has a conversation with some guy who thought Jenna was the raddest girl ever???? She steals a visitor log?????

The blind school receptionist is played by Symmetra from Overwatch, is my only other note on this scene. Weird to realize that when this episode aired Overwatch was three years away.

Emily and Aria are at Hanna’s house while a storm rages on and are like...well...we guess we could stay and ditch our dates to keep you company while you are terrified of Lucas showing up like an axe murderer...and Hanna is like nah, I’m good.

As Aria leaves she reminds Hanna “SOS okay”. (1) Oh so it’s not just a Spencer thing anymore, they’ve all agreed on it. (2) Aria, you are going to a play! Your phone better be turned off! No checking your texts during a play, I know Byron and Ella raised you better than smh

Rosewood’s train station (or the closest one to it) is in a slightly more run down area than the rest of the town, and Spencer gets jumpscared by Mona.

Is this the first time we’ve ever seen Spencer uh, care about Mona? Spencer is the liar whose affection and loyalty is drawn most tightly, whose circle of compassion is limited to the liars, her SO, and her family.

Mona: Do you know how hard I have to work to get a guy like Noel Kahn to go out with me?

Spencer: Well, if you’ve become the Mona you want to be, why are you letting Noel Kahn tell you that you’re not good enough? You cannot let him send you spinning backwards like that.

Mona: You’re, like, smart smart. I always thought you were just book smart.

Spencer is genuine in her vehemence here, it’s not a pretense

Aria should have just stayed home with Hanna, the slo-mo Ezria staring at the theatre made me want to gag. Of course Holden noticed.

Emily makes a face of biphobia when Maya says “he” referring to her stalker ex and you know Maya does not even think of that possibly being an issue, I am glad she is still the same Maya post-wilderness camp

The big Lucas reveal is that....he got into sports gambling and lost Caleb’s money? I’m sorry, what. I completely forgot this subplot.

Somehow Hanna is madder about this than Caleb. Caleb is clearly pissed off but he’s also like, we’ll work it out bro, meanwhile Hanna is dramatically going “I don’t know who you are” and that’s the last of Lucas we see for the next few episodes

Don’t get me wrong, yelling on a boat while there’s only two of you or creeping into someone’s house? Very inappropriate behaviour, but that does not seem to be what Hanna is mad about. Strange.

Also Ashley Marin is taking a bath and hears none of this shit go down, must be a good bath.

Garrett checked Jenna out the night of Ali’s murder. Wasn’t she 15/16 then? Is this blind school checking out minors to people who aren’t parents or guardians? Wild-ass behaviour

Worms in your chinese food! Worms in your chinese food! Terrible!

This does not appear to be themed on anyone's secret, A had this idea on the backburner and simply had to let it out.

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giftofshewbread · 1 year ago

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Speculation :: By Daymond Duck

Published on: September 2, 2023 Daymond Duck,

I constantly receive e-mails from readers who want me to give them my opinion on how close we are to the Rapture.

Some keep rephrasing the question and asking again and again.

Some say, “I know you don’t know the day or the hour, but will it be in the next few weeks, before the end of this year, what do you think, etc.?”

Many readers have been expecting the Rapture to happen for several years, but it has not happened, and they want to know, “How much longer will we have to wait?”

One reader recently wrote this:

I thought for sure the Rapture was going to happen during the Obama administration, then I thought for sure it was happening during Covid. I see things like AI, cashless society coming, LGBTQ and Trans. I see people who just don’t care anything about God or morals. I mean, we have to be on the cusp of this happening sometime soon, right? I’m not asking for a date; my question is, always, is there any chance we’re just wrong? Or seeing what we want to see?

This reader has gone from expecting the Rapture to happen anytime to wondering if it might still be a long time or if we could be misunderstanding the Bible.

I totally understand.

I have been expecting the Rapture to happen anytime for a long time myself.

Having said this, I want to speculate for just a minute, and hopefully, it will be helpful to some who are wondering about how long it will be.

I believe:

The Rapture will happen before the Tribulation Period begins (often called the Pre-Trib Rapture).

The Mark of the Beast (a global ID, cashless society, forcing everyone to take the name, number, or Mark of the Antichrist) will begin at the middle of the Tribulation Period.

The Tribulation Period will last for seven years (2,520 days) on the Jewish calendar.

If I am correct about these three beliefs, it means the Rapture will take place a minimum of three and one-half years before the Mark of the Beast (global ID, cashless society, forcing people to take the Mark, etc.) and perhaps more than that (because there could be a gap between the Rapture and the Tribulation Period).

The globalists’ goal is to establish a world government by 2030 or sooner.

If their world government begins in 2030, the Rapture would be between now and 2030.

If they intend to have a global ID, a cashless society, force everyone to take the Mark, etc., by 2030, the Rapture would be in 2026 or sooner (and if there is a gap between the Rapture and the Tribulation Period, the Rapture could be very soon).

If the Battle of Gog and Magog were to take place soon, it would accelerate the development of world government (and, therefore, accelerate the Rapture).

It may not happen, but a breakthrough in the peace negotiations between Israel and Saudi Arabia might speed up the seven-year covenant with many (and, therefore, accelerate the Rapture).

Anyway, as I said, I am speculating.

Obviously, I could be wrong, but I do not think so, and I hope that my speculation helps those who are getting concerned because the Rapture has not happened.

God is in control; the Rapture will happen when He wants it to happen, and it will come upon the earth like a snare (catch multitudes by surprise), so be ready and stay ready.

Here are some signs that seem to indicate that we are getting close:

One, concerning pestilence and persecution: on Aug. 23, 2023, it was reported that the former head of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases (NIAID), Anthony Fauci, expressed his support for another global lockdown and the punishment of those who refuse to be vaccinated.

(More: I have seen several reports that say White House staffers have leaked reports that Biden is planning to declare another pandemic and order a few people (airline employees, passengers, etc.) to start wearing face masks as soon as Sept. or Oct. Then, starting in Dec., he hopes to order a full-scale lockdown, try to force vaccinations on everyone again, and require everyone to wear face masks. Some reports say there is no pandemic, but the Biden administration is already signing contracts, buying equipment, and hiring people to push pandemic protocols on the American public for the next several years.)

(More: On Aug. 24, 2023, it was reported that a new type of Covid-19 booster shots could be available by mid-Sept.)

(More: On Aug. 25, 2023, Pres. Biden told a group of reporters, “People should plan to receive another Covid-19 booster shot in response to a new rising variant.” It was also reported that Biden said, “I signed off this morning on a proposal to present to the Congress requests for additional funding for a new vaccine.”)

(More: On Aug. 26, 2023, it was reported that Riverton, Utah Mayor Trent Staggs said he will not enforce a repeat of the Covid protocols. He believes citizens should be allowed to make their own decisions about getting jabbed, locking down, wearing a mask, etc.)

(More: I have also seen one report by a Fact Check group that said most of the things reported above are false. It is an established fact that Biden lies, Biden gets confused, deceit is rampant, and it is hard to know what to believe. I find it more difficult by the day to believe everything he says and even what some Fact Check groups say. Biden said he “tentatively” plans to recommend another round of jabs, and that may be where the problem is. “Tentatively” could mean likely but not definitely. Nevertheless, there is a problem: Why has he already signed contracts if he is unsure about what he intends to do?)

Two, concerning deceit and pandemics: on Aug. 17, 2023, the Russian Embassy in Washington D.C. said (as I understand it):

The U.S. is conducting illegal research on biological agents that can be used to manage artificial pandemics.

The U.S. has established labs all over the world to carry out this illegal research under the guise of “epidemiological monitoring.”

The U.S. is seeking ways to create crises that can be used to advance their interests.

According to the article, in March of this year, Russia said the U.S. had built labs and was doing biological research in Ukraine, but the U.S. quickly dismissed it as Russian propaganda.

Since that time, the U.S. has admitted that it was supporting more than 40 labs in Ukraine that were working on worthy causes.

It makes me wonder, if the U.S. government was deceiving us in March, could they be deceiving us now?

Is Russia telling the truth when it accuses the U.S. of working on biological agents that can be used to manage “artificial pandemics?”

Three, concerning the return of Jews to the Promised Land at the end of the age: on Aug. 17, 2023, it was reported that about 75,000 Jews immigrated to Israel in 2022, another 34,530 immigrated during the first six months of 2023, and there are about 60,000 in Russia that want to immigrate, but Russia will only allow 2,500 to leave each month.

Four, Jesus revealed that there will be Jews in Judaea at the middle of the Tribulation Period (Matt. 24:16).

On Aug. 23, 2023, after a year of working on it, a group of architects, engineers, and others presented a plan to Israeli Prime Min. Netanyahu for the construction of cities, industrial parks, a hospital, a railroad, and an airport to boost the Jewish population of Judaea and Samaria to one million people.

Five, the Bible teaches that Jerusalem will be expanded and be a cup of trembling and a burdensome stone for the entire world at the end of the age (Zech. 1:16-17; 12:1-3).

On Aug. 20, 2023, Israel approved a plan to spend the equivalent of $840 million on improvements and expansion in East Jerusalem over the next five years.

The Palestinians claim East Jerusalem; they want it to be the capital of their desired Palestinian state; the Temple Mount is there, and more, but Israel is now going to grow the area, make it more secure, and strengthen her sovereignty over it.

Six, concerning the Antichrist’s confirmation of a worthless seven-year covenant with many for peace in the Middle East: last week, I reported that UN Sec. Gen. Guterres has scheduled a meeting for Sept. 18-19 to push world leaders to commit to “seven years of accelerated, sustained, and transformative action, both nationally and internationally, to deliver on the promise of the SDGs” (Sustainable Development Goals that are in essence the creation of a world government).

I also noted that the Biden administration wants to conclude a deal by March 2024 (or at least in the next 9-12 months) to normalize relations between Saudi Arabia and Israel (something that they think will lead to peace and safety in the Middle East).

Now for the latest.

Following three recent visits by U.S. National Security Adviser Jake Sullivan to Saudi Arabia, on Aug. 23, 2023, an unidentified senior Israeli official said on the condition of anonymity:

Progress has been made in discussions between the U.S. and Saudi Arabia, and an agreement could be reached as “early as next year.”

“We’re talking about a peace agreement between Saudi Arabia and Israel next year, likely early next year.”

“We’re navigating this diplomatically, and there’s still ground to cover. We’re in talks with both the Saudis and Israelis.”

Concerning the U.S. and Saudi Arabia, the talks have been mostly about the safety of Saudi Arabia (the U.S. protecting Saudi Arabia from Iran, the U.S. sending weapons to Saudi Arabia, helping the Saudis build a nuclear reactor, etc.).

Concerning the Palestinians and the demands that are being placed on Israel: Ron Dermer, Israel’s Strategic Affairs Minister, said the talks have been mostly about the U.S. and Saudi Arabia giving economic aid to the Palestinians, not about Jewish settlement construction or halts in Jewish settlement construction.

Understand that a UN agreement to establish a world government in seven years, a likely agreement to establish peace between Saudi Arabia and Israel, and protection (safety) for the Saudis against Iran in early 2024 are extremely big events in Bible prophecy.

(More: On Aug. 27, 2023, it was reported that the U.S. has advised Israel that it will have to make major concessions to the Palestinians for a deal to succeed.)

Seven, concerning the decline of America and an economic collapse: on Aug. 25, 2025, it was reported that the BRICS nations (Brazil, Russia, India, China, and South Africa) will be joined by Saudi Arabia, Iran, Argentina, Egypt, Ethiopia, and the United Arab Emirates (UAE) effective Jan. 1, 2024.

Officials expected the BRICS nations to control 60% of the world’s oil.

The addition of these other six nations on Jan. 1, 2024, will give the group control of 80% of the world’s oil.

Biden’s decision to shut down the Keystone XL pipeline, suspend new oil and gas drilling permits, sell about 75% of America’s strategic oil reserves, etc., has now left the U.S. in a bad position.

It may take a while, but some officials say the price of oil will drastically increase, and that will drive up the price of everything average U.S. citizens buy.

(FYI: Russia and Iran are riding high right now, but they will be brought down, and BRICS will be weakened when the Battle of Gog and Magog takes place.)

Eight, it has recently been reported that the World Economic Forum (WEF) and the International Monetary Fund (IMF) are calling for a global digital ID and a global digital currency system that uses trackable Central Bank Digital Currencies (CBDCs).

We have even been told that these could soon become a reality.

Leo Hohmann, a very highly respected researcher and writer, put it like this:

Digital ID + CBDC = Total control/tracking of all human activity.

Hohmann added, “Once these two totalitarian tools are in place, there will be no turning back.”

As I understand it, he was saying (and I agree with him) the system that will lead to the Mark of the Beast will be in place, and it will be unstoppable.

Nine, concerning the decline of America: on Aug. 22, 2023, it was reported that the Biben administration has opened 114 gates in Trump’s border wall and welded them open so they cannot be closed by border control agents.

(More: On Aug. 28, 2023, it was reported that the DHS has spent $770 million to facilitate illegal immigration.)

FYI: God does not send anyone to Hell (all of us are born with a sin nature and destined to go to Hell because we sin), but God has provided a way (Jesus) for everyone to go to Heaven (and He is the only way to get there; John 14:6).

Finally, are you Rapture Ready?

If you want to be rapture ready and go to heaven, you must be born again (John 3:3). God loves you, and if you have not done so, sincerely admit that you are a sinner; believe that Jesus is the virgin-born, sinless Son of God who died for the sins of the world, was buried, and raised from the dead; ask Him to forgive your sins, cleanse you, come into your heart and be your Saviour; then tell someone that you have done this.

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ourlittledinosaur · 7 years ago

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Getting Stuff Done With (Not Despite) Your Child

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Getting Stuff Done With (Not Despite) Your Child

I Didn’t Enter Into Motherhood Gracefully

It finally happened. 15 months. I had time. Not long. Just a few minutes where I could do whatever I wanted.

And you know what happened? I hadn’t a clue what to do with myself!

If I’ve learned anything since my son was brought into this world, it’s that I have to give myself a lot of grace. I’m not very good at that. I want to be SuperMom and somehow anything short of that makes me feel guilty.

I want to keep a perfectly neat and tidy home. (The true disillusion is thinking I really did this even BEFORE beginning my parenthood journey!)

I want to have energy to do the 272 projects on my list, including sewing, and crafting, and learning new skills.

I want to invest in all my family and friendships and have a freezer meal prepped for every occasion and be able to give my time. The saying, “It’s the thought that counts” has never meant more to me than it does in this phase of life.

The truth is, my house is a mess. The dogs don’t get the same attention they did before my son was born, granted now that he’s old enough, they get love from my son too. I am not the greatest or most present friend these days. I’m not as helpful at get-togethers as I used to be. I feel tired and unmotivated often, especially in the evenings after my baby boy is asleep.

It IS Getting Easier

All this to say, I can look back to this time last year or even six months ago and realize that it is getting easier. Putting it all in perspective, this is just a phase, and chances are I will be able to accomplish more this time next year than I can right now…just as I can do more now than I could with a three month old.

However, the fact remains, I can never go back, so trying to accomplish things in the same way I used to probably isn’t a realistic approach. How I get things accomplished is definitely morphing and, from what I can tell by observing my friends with multiple children, a skill to be learned and perfected over time.

My Little Helper

I’m trying to have the attitude of doing things with my son, rather than despite him being around.

Here is one example. Instead of waiting for him to go to sleep to switch out a load of laundry, I simply include him in the task. Sure it takes longer, but it’s actually made the task much more enjoyable, and the bonus is I get to teach my son life skills, which is as important to his development as learning his colors and shapes.

It’s actually really cute. I open the dryer and washer doors and hand him the clean, damp laundry a few at a time and he puts them in the dryer for me. Then he closes the doors to both and to the laundry room (sometimes not before pushing all the dinging buttons) as well.

Still Figuring it Out

Other tasks are more difficult, like doing dishes. I haven’t figured that one out yet, although now when I am prepping the food for dinner, I put him on a step-stool so he can watch. He also has taken on the role of taste-tester while doing this. I got this idea from a friend (who is such a graceful mother) and it has changed how soon I can get dinner on.

So, that’s where we’re at 15 months. As always, our ever-changing family is a beautiful work in progress.

What about you?

How has parenthood changed how you do things?

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television-pil0t · 2 years ago

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Thoughts I’ll never say

Sometimes I think about him. I think about him to. All of them. How they touched me. Maybe if I think about it enough I can convince myself I liked it. I wasn’t raped. It wasn’t real. I loved him. Id I say it over and over and over it wasn’t fucking real. They way he touched my face and wiped away my tears after he was done. The way he grabbing my face and told me I was the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. The way he grabbed on to me so fucking tight I almost felt needed.

It was the way he put his gun in my hands and said “if you really hate me than do it. Pull the fucking trigger bitch.” The way my stomach dropped and I feel right back down to my knees holding his legs while sobbing. I told him sorry. I said i don’t want him to die but I do. I did I hated him. I hate him.

For everything. For the way he shoved himself inside me. The way I walked to my own demise. The way his friend was on the bus calling me a slut and easy. It was a fucking cemetery you BITCH IT WAS A CEMETERY HOW ARE YOU GONNA DO THAT TO ME IN A CEMETERY!! Why would you do that to me. Why would you. Why wouldn’t you. I can’t get it off my mind as if I loved it. As if I loved the way he hit me. I think about his voice and they way when he yelled at me it felt so familiar. So good. The way he grabbed me he was so much bigger than me. They way he held my mouth open while he shoved his dick so deep down my throat I felt my something fucking break and not just my heart, my spirit. I don’t have a fucking gag reflex because of you now. I was 14. I had to have surgery. Everytime I brush my teeth I think of you now. How I barely have a reaction anymore. It’s your fault and you’d probably be proud to hear it.

Nothing as bad as the way he cut me. He held me by my mouth. He pulled up my shirt while he pushed his fucking disgusting cock to my ass and he fucking asked me. “Why are you scared. If you do it so can i.” And all I did was cry while he took my wrist and cut me over and over and I can still see the fucking scars. I know every time I do it now all I think about is you. All I can see is the way you kissed me and told me how good I was. He told me he loved the way I looked. He told me I was smart and pretty while he bite me and I cried. I cried not because it hurt. Not because I was scared. Because I genuinely for just a second thought he loved me. I thought maybe if I keep doing this. Maybe he’ll complement me again. I held his had while he hurt me and I thanked him for it.

Maybe none will ever be as bad as him. As a teacher why would you. I was just a kid. I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want that. I was scared. I heard about you but more than fear I was confident in my ability to fight you off. I looked you in the eyes and you looked me in mine and for a second I second thought myself. Maybe I was being insane. Your not a bad guy. It was when I was the room when dark. You told me it’s law to close your blinds before leaving school. And you locked the doors. Not because smiling and waving at the other teachers leaving to of course. You pulled a desk beside mine and helped me for a while. 15 minutes I guess you couldn’t take it any longer and you touched my thigh. Once softly. I’m not sure if you meant to do it that time to this day but the second time was definitely on purpose. You pulled my desk close so you could “see my work” and you wrapped your arm around the back of my chair. You said I was doing a great job. “Why can’t you do this type of work in class” and you laugh. You fucking laugh and GOD I FELT SAFE. Maybe your not bad because of that god damn fucking laugh I thought I’m overreacting because of my dumb ass trauma. I’m fucking crazy. NO! I WASNT! I SHOULDNT HAVE WENT TO THAT FUCKING CLASS! I souldve just taken detention. I still can feel every touch you made on me. The way you grabbed my waist while I tired to get up and you pulled me close and gave me a hug. “Hey you did a good job you wanna work a little more. I can give you 1 more paper and it will assure you pass my class this semester” and we walked to your desk to get that fucking paper. “Oh it’s fine just sit at my desk you can do it right there” and while I was looking at the paper cuz god knows I’m not good at biology you grabbed my face and pulled me to yours and you told me to just get up for a second. And I looked into your eyes and god were you pretty. Your such a pretty ass fucking guy. I can’t lie when I say I loved looking at you. When I say looking at you gave me butterflies I’m not lying. Everyone wanted you. The hottest teacher in school. Thinking about it now gives me mixed feelings but the laugh I let out gave you the sign I was fucking nervous. I was scared. You saw it. I was fletching every time you touched me and yet that wasn’t enough for you to leave me alone. I stood up and you pushed my hips to your desk and my brain shut off. I felt my heart beat faster than I’ve felt it beat in so fucking long. I felt every particle of air that entered my lungs. I felt your hands and your tongue in my mouth right before asking of FUCKING course. “You’ve been doing good so far.. come here” and that’s it. I remember being flipped over and feeling pain. The worst pain ever. It was so big and for a while I couldn’t do anything but scream but after a while I just laid there. It. Felt. So. Good. I couldn’t think of anything. I couldn’t do anything’s I was barely breathing. The way it felt inside and the way he moved his thumb around my clit and held my face. It’s like he wanted me to enjoy it just so I could feel guilty after. Just so years later I could think about it and cry remembering how good it felt. How many times I came over and over and over and you flipped me over and kept going. And you fucking ate me out and you made me suck you off and came in my mouth and slapped me so fucking hard when I spit it out and somehow. After that. It went from feeling good to.. something I can’t describe. It was almost torture with how much I wanted more. While I cried I and screamed no please it turned into just please and it turned into more and it turned into begging. I begged for it. I’ve never felt anything so fucking good in my life yet I just wanted to kill myself.

My body loved it. Begged and craved for it but my brain knew how awful it was. While my mouth begged my brain screamed and I shut down and I don’t remember anything anymore. I remember him getting done and whipping my mouth and telling me to come back if I need help again. He told me I was smart. He told me I was the best. He told me! He told me he was proud of me for getting it through the day and the papers. He fucked me up so badly mentally that day. With just a few fucking words. I was completely changed and I don’t even remember most of it but thinking about it gives my body a intense reason. It’s disgusting how horny I get and I was ashamed for so long telling myself it wasn’t rape if I kinda liked it but it was. I screamed and cried and kicked and attempted to take my life after that day. I couldn’t handle what he did to me. Not just physically this time. It was completely mentally. He genuinely made me feel like he was doing it for me and that’s insane but the way he gave me head. He played with me first. He put it in slowly and kept asking if I was ok. He kept fuckibg praising me and then after he says?!? THAT!? That was the worst mental shit I’ve ever had to deal with and I’ve never came close to recovery. I don’t know how. Was I raped or not. I still don’t know. I feel so fuckibg guilty. I feel awful. I wanna cry. I still feel everything even tho I don’t remember it all. I’m living in hell.

I hate you all. You are the worst part of my past.

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v-hope · 3 years ago

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—contigo | 2. acceso denegado

pairing: jeon jeongguk x latina!reader

genre: fluff (ig?), second time meeting, no foreigners allowed situation, jeongguk seems to worry lil too much about y/n’s well-being, ft. eunwoo and jaehyun who are two supportive yet teasing lil shits

word count: 3.2k

a/n: helloo! i don’t have much to say about this part other than what i wrote in the genre tbh lmao, i’m open to commenting stuff via feedback ksñaks. i hope you guys enjoy!

It was supposed to be a fun night out.

Your first night out, actually.

With all the moving in, the jet lag you had gone through the first couple of weeks, adapting to the new job, and just… adapting to pretty much everything else, you had not had time to go out to party yet. But that was supposed to change tonight, since the day prior your coworkers had invited you to go out with them.

You had dressed as nicely as you could and had made sure to arrive earlier than you usually would’ve done back home, where you would probably have arrived 15 or even 30 minutes later, as it was pretty much the unspoken rule whenever you hung out with your friends. You were well aware that punctuality was a must over here.

Maybe you had overdone it, though, for you had actually made it to the pub before everyone else, having to wait on a corner for your coworkers to arrive. Better earlier than late, you thought.

And then, a good amount of minutes later, when everyone had arrived and greeted you, you had gotten in line with them.

Only to be denied the access once you were about to show your ID.

You had heard about this. Your friends back home had warned you about it. You had seen other foreigners talk about it on the internet. But, for some reason, something inside you —probably your egocentric side—, had told you it wouldn’t happen to you.

Yet here you were, left to figure it out on your own as the people you had just met with made their way inside the club regardless of your situation.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you moved to the side not to hold back the line, as there was no use arguing with the bodyguard by the entrance, and took your phone out to check the time.

10:56pm.

At least you would save some taxi money by taking the bus back to the apartment instead, considering how early it was on a Saturday night.

Lovely.

Shoving your mobile back into your purse, you decided there was no use standing outside any longer, and took a step forward to start walking to the bus stop a few streets down the pub.

However, you found yourself being temporarily stopped by a shoulder colliding with yours.

Immediately turning around to say sorry with a bow that came out a bit more effusive than you had planned, you were met with the same guy who had walked into your studio by mistake a little bit over a month ago.

“Oh,” his lips turned into a surprised pout once he acknowledged you. “Y/N”.

Your eyebrows were raised in surprise — both over having Jeongguk right in front of you once again, and over the fact that he knew your name.

Trying to compose yourself just like you had done back then, you failed to notice the teasing look the guy next to him had just thrown his way at the sound of your name abandoning his mouth.

“You…” you hesitated, not being able to recall the answer to what you were about to ask. “Did I tell you my name when we first met?”

“Uh, I think so…” Jeongguk played it cool.

Well, he tried to. His visible nervousness over your question, however, had betrayed him.

Telling you he had talked about you with Jaehyun and he had not been able to forget your name since, was not an option. Let alone letting you know the rest of his friends knew about you, too, as Jaehyun had made sure to fill them in on his accidental encounter with you that one day.

In a desperate attempt to have you not ask any further questions, he looked at his friend next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “This is Eunwoo, he’s in Astro” he introduced him. “I’m Jeongguk”.

You couldn’t help but let out a light laugh at that. It was nice of him to introduce himself when you very clearly already knew who he was. When it came to his friend, however, you had appreciated the introduction, for you did not really know about the many k-pop groups and idols around here, as ironic as it was.

“Hello,” you smiled at Eunwoo. Jeongguk seemed to already know your name anyway. “I’m Y/N. I work for SM Entertainment”.

Eunwoo gave you a polite bow, smiling at you and then sneaking a glance to his friend. He knew where you worked at. “Nice to meet you, Y/N”.

Your smile grew bigger, reciprocating the sentiment.

“You’re going in?” Jeongguk asked, receiving a small shake of head as your answer.

“No foreigners allowed” you let him know, throwing a quick glance towards the entrance for them to understand what you meant.

Both idols found themselves knitting their eyebrows together in disapproval.

“I didn’t know about that rule” Eunwoo commented, receiving a nod from Jeongguk.

“You guys come here often?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Kind of?” Jeongguk tilted his head. “We don’t get to go out very often, but we do come here whenever we get to. It’s kind of exclusive, I guess. No fans, media and all that”.

“I see…”

Now it made sense why your coworkers had been so adamant on coming to this particular place.

“Well, I should get going now…” you mumbled, eyes travelling from Eunwoo to Jeongguk as you smiled politely. “Have a nice night”.

“You could come in with us,” Eunwoo offered before you could walk away, almost out of reflex after having taken a look at his friend’s disappointed expression over you being about to leave. “I mean, not to pull the idol privilege card, but…”

You chuckled. “Thank you, but don’t worry about me. I’ll just go back home and order some tteokbokki to comfort myself”.

“Are you going back by taxi?” Jeongguk asked, not being able to ignore how dark the streets were.

“Bus” you corrected.

“We’ll walk you to the bus stop” he offered — though it came out as more of a statement.

“There’s no need to” you kindly declined. “I don’t want to keep you guys from going in already”.

“We still have to wait for Jaehyun-ie, though” he pointed out.

To be fair, he knew very well that they could always wait for him inside. Plus, Mingyu and Yungyeom were already waiting for them — the buzzing phone in his pocket letting him know so, as they bombarded the group chat for them to hurry up. But it was an excuse to get to know you a little bit more before he most probably stopped seeing you for a good couple of months, and he was taking it.

Well aware of his friend’s interest in you, Eunwoo took his phone out and opened the group chat. Ignoring the incoming texts from the two 97 liners already inside, he smiled to himself when he read Jaehyun’s single text in it.

“Jaehyun’s about to arrive anyway,” he informed both of you, shoving his phone back inside his pocket. “His taxi is dropping him off on the main street, we could meet him there”.

Jeongguk tried his best to conceal his smile, nevertheless, all his efforts were helpless the moment you nodded. If they were going that way anyway, there was no reason for you not to accept their offer, right?

Saying nothing else, the three of you started walking down the few streets leading to the bus stop.

You couldn’t help but steal a few glances at Jeongguk as the three of you walked in silence, eyes instinctively going from his round chocolate eyes to the piercing on his bottom lip — having to actively remind yourself to stop thinking about how handsome he was and to keep it professional.

Sure, you were not at work right then, nor did he belong to the company you worked for, but he was still an idol, and a worldwide figure at that. You had to keep your cool. Which, being absolutely honest, was a hard as hell thing to do, considering he was only centimeters away from you and the breeze of the night allowed you to smell that particular scent of his that would drive anyone crazy.

Forcing yourself to look ahead of you and remain like that, you failed to notice the way Jeongguk had stolen a glance at you just the same — a shy smile curving up his lips at how beautiful he thought you looked that night. If seeing you at work, when you had put little to no effort to stand out, had been enough to catch his attention, tonight you sure as hell had managed to take over his entire mind.

“So… how long have you been here?” Jeongguk tried to make small talk, enjoying the way your eyes had immediately locked with his.

“In Seoul?” you asked, internally beating yourself over that particular stupid question. Oblivious to that, he nodded. “Um… a little over two months now”.

“And have you liked it so far?”

“I have, yes” you nodded. “I mean, I’ve mostly been either at work or running errands, so I haven’t had time to tour around… but I’m in love with the food so far, and it feels like a very safe place, too”.

“That’s good to hear” he smiled. “The food here is amazing, and I’m not just saying it because I’m Korean,” his words earned a light laugh from you that was soon followed by him. “You should really try and go out more”.

“I will once I settle down completely” you reassured him.

“Why’d you come here tonight?” Eunwoo was the one to ask this time, drawing both your attention to him. “There are places like Itaewon which are far more interesting when it comes to partying”.

You let out a breathy laugh. “So I’ve heard. I just came here because it was supposed to be a coworkers get together”.

“So your coworkers are inside the pub right now?”

“Mhm…” you nodded, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “Guess they weren’t willing to give that exclusive place up over only one person who couldn’t make it inside”.

“They sound lovely” Eunwoo joked, earning a laugh from you and Jeongguk.

Just as your mouth had opened to add another sarcastic remark to Eunwoo’s one, your eyes caught Jaehyun’s figure half a street away. Catching up on that, the two men next to you waved their hands to their friend, who wasted no time on speeding up his pace to make it next to you in a matter of seconds.

“Sorry I’m late, something went down at the dorms” he shamefully apologized, eyes then taking in your presence. “Y/N!”

“Hey” you smiled.

“You’re joining us tonight?”

You shook your head no. “Wouldn’t be too professional of me to hang out with an idol from the company I work for now, would it?”

Although all three of them had laughed at your lighthearted comment, Jeongguk couldn’t help but wonder if you would think the same about hanging out with an idol from another company. Was that the reason you had refused to go inside with them? God, he hoped not.

“They don’t have to know” Jaehyun mischievously raised an eyebrow.

It was not like the two of you had not interacted more than once back at the company anyway, mainly when you would run into each other at the cafeteria. Being a 97 liner as well, you had found yourselves getting along rather well.

“The place is filled with SM staff, bro” Eunwoo let him know.

“It is?”

“Yeah, Y/N was supposed to be there, too”.

“And what happened?” Jae asked you this time.

“Um… the bodyguard at the entrance wouldn’t let me in and they all went inside anyway”.

“Wait, they ditched you?!” his voice came out louder than he had intended. “Why wouldn’t they let you in to begin with?”

You shrugged, looking down to your feet as you did not want to repeat what you had already told Jeongguk and Eunwoo. They would most probably fill him in on the details once you left either way.

It was only then you realised how much the whole situation had actually affected you. Call it damaged ego, embarrassment, hurt… whatever it was, it upset you. And you would avoid the topic as much as you could.

Thankfully, all three of them had seemed to understand what you were feeling — not pushing it any further.

“We were walking her to the bus stop,” Jeongguk let Jaehyun know, being quick to change the topic. “We thought about meeting you there”.

He nodded, turning around to start walking back there. “Let’s go then”.

“No, it’s okay” you caught their attention, taking a few steps away from them. “The bus stop is only two streets away, I can walk alone from here”.

“It’s late at night, though…” Jeongguk pointed out.

“It’s not even midnight yet” you amusedly reminded him.

He shrugged. “It’s still pretty dark”.

“I’ve walked alone at night in Latin America for years now, I think I can survive this” you playfully squinted your eyes at him.

“That bad?” Eunwoo asked.

“You don’t wanna know” you let out a breathy laugh. “Thanks for being so considerate, though”.

“Wait, before you go” Jaehyun stopped you, rushing to take his phone out of his pocket.

Unlocking it under your curious eyes, he handed it to you, receiving a confused look before you reluctantly took it in your hands — eyes opening wide when you realised the dial option was open.

“Your number” he simply said when you seemed to have frozen.

Taking a deep breath yet not giving it a second thought, you typed the Korean number you had ever so diligently memorized after arriving in Seoul. The one you had thought would be absolutely useless to have memorized by now, as in the two months you had been here you had made exactly zero friends.

Once you made sure you had typed the right one, you handed it back to Jaehyun — feeling your phone buzz in your pocket the very next second, announcing an incoming call after he had done so.

“Save my number,” he ordered, hanging up the call and shoving his phone into his pocket. “I’ll be glad to help you out if something like this happens again”.

“Ohhh, what a gentleman” Eunwoo teased, missing the sulky pout that had just formed in Jeongguk’s lips.

“We’re SM buddies, we gotta stick together”.

“Thank you” you smiled. “I really hope I never have to bother you, though”.

“Staff members and idols can be friends, you know?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Can they?” you teasingly questioned with a tilt of head. Not sure if that was what your contract said.

“Like I said before, the company doesn’t have to know” he shrugged nonchalantly. “We all hang out in the end”.

“I’ll believe you then” you chuckled.

“Hey, um…” Jeongguk caught your attention. “I-Is it okay if I get your number from Jaehyun?”

You found yourself being completely taken aback, having to take a second to process whether you had heard that right or your average knowledge in Korean was betraying you. His friends, on the other hand, had a hard time keeping their teasing comments to themselves.

Keep it professional, you reminded yourself when you could just not ignore the way your heart had sped up.

“Um… w-what for?” you wondered.

“I, uh…” he tilted his head out of nervousness.

To keep in contact with you regardless of not being able to see you very often. To get to know you.

“There’s this place I know that has the best tteokbokki I’ve ever had. I can send you their contact information, since you wanted to order some”.

You couldn’t hold back the smile that had just curved up the corners of your lips, over the fact that he remembered something you had so casually said minutes ago.

“You can send it from my phone” Jaehyun was quick to tease.

“I’d like to know if she got home safe later tonight, too”.

“You can ask her from his phone” Eunwoo joined in the teasing, laughing as he watched Jeongguk’s frustration grow bigger.

For some reason, you, on the other hand, did not enjoy the bummed look on his face as much as his friends did.

“You can have it” you agreed, loving the way his face had lit up and his lips had parted into a bunny smile at that.

“I can?” he carefully confirmed.

“Mhm…” you confirmed. “I’m really craving tteokbokki now, so I’ll be waiting to hear from that place you’re talking about”.

“I’ll text you right away” he smiled as well.

“I’ll be waiting then,” you smiled, throwing a quick glance over your shoulders. “I better go catch the bus before it gets any later…”

Seeing them nod once your eyes were back on them, you took a step towards them out of instinct, only to stop in your tracks right on time when you realised they did not say goodbye to people —even those they had just met— by kissing their cheek, like you had been doing all your life.

Internally thanking the fact that you had remembered before actually kissing one of Jeongguk’s cheeks and freaking them all out, you ended up bowing instead, having them gently do the same.

“Have lots of fun tonight”.

“Take care” Jeongguk said before you turned around to walk away.

Watching you intently as your figure got further and further away from them, he failed to feel the teasing smiles his friends were staring at him with. Only realising they would —once again— not let him live this down the moment his eyes fixed back on them, after you had turned left in a corner and he was no longer able to see you.

“What?” he asked.

Eunwoo snorted. “Out of all the crushes you’ve had, I had never seen you this desperate”.

“I don’t have a crush” he denied, walking past them as they all made their way back to the pub. “I was just being polite”.

“I think we’re past being polite at this point” Jaehyung called him out. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you accidentally going into her studio when you visited last week. Too bad she was not there”.

Jeongguk’s head lowered in shame. “You guys are just pushing it”.

“Oh, so there’s no need for you to have her number then” he taunted him. “Since you’re only being polite, you can just tell me the name of that tteokbokki place and I’ll text her”.

Jeongguk laughed sarcastically at that, taking his phone out of his pocket and motioning for Jaehyun to do the same. “She said I can have it, so just send me her number and I’ll text her”.

Jaehyun rolled his eyes in amusement, exchanging knowing looks with Eunwoo before he looked for your number on his phone.

Sure, Guk was only being polite and they were definitely pushing it.

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purple-babygirl · 3 years ago

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First of all… who told you that you could toy with my heart over your latest work: SamBucky and the injuries Little. Talk about the angst but fluff. Just mwah!

But will all that angst especially with Sam and Bucky—they are just a perfect combo, btw. I now am needy for angst to fluff (oops…). All I can think about is an insecure little who think that her daddies don’t love her after a misunderstanding, so she pack up her things and runs away. (But a happy ending is ensured) when Sam and Bucky are able to find her

Love you.

Pairing: SamBucky x little!f!reader

Word Count: 2,796

Warnings: polyamory, ddlg dynamics, a dash of angst, and a pinch of fluff

A/N: Hello, Nonnie! Thank you for reading, and thank you for sharing this idea with me and allowing me to toy with your heart over it!💜💜 I was a puddle writing this one. I'm really sorry if this took me too long; I hope it's to your liking and I love you too *ghost kisses*💜 please enjoy xx

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“That's enough. Go to your room.” Sam demanded angrily, looking down at the cheerios covering the kitchen floor that he now would have to clean up.

“Papa-”

“All you do is cause trouble and I'm done! To your room, now!”

She's been bad again. It was the third time this week. She has been disobedient and impatient. Whenever Papa and Daddy told her to do anything she somehow managed to mess it up. Sam had told her not to touch anything but she wanted to help nevertheless. She couldn’t reach the cupboard though and ended up spilling the box of cereal all over the place.

Her gaze dropped and she walked to her room without another word and a few minutes later, Bucky came to give her lunch and collect her phone and tablet, taking away her screen time for the day.

“But daddy-”

“No, doll. I'm taking them away. You never listen anymore and it needs to stop.”

Papa and Daddy are mad at you. They don't love you no more. They're sick of you. You never listen and you're always bad. They could be so much happier and calmer if it wasn't for you always riling them up. They were done. It needed to stop. They don't love you no more. They don't want you no more. They don't love you. They don't want you.

She sat wallowing in her room, tears gathering in her eyes as her own mind attacked her. Maybe it was all true. All she does is cause trouble.

So maybe if she left…

She got up and got her big girl backpack out of the closet.

Maybe if she left Papa and Daddy would be better off without her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gathered and pushed items into her bag.

Maybe if she was gone they would be less angry.

She zipped the bag up before sloppily slipping her socks on and picking up her stuffed friend.

Maybe if she escaped the house she could escape her thoughts too; leave them all in her room and go.

She wiped her cheeks, tiptoed out of her room, found her shoes by the front door and quietly got into them. She could hear Daddy and Papa lowly laughing together while they got things done in the backyard. Leaving really was the right decision then; they were happier without her.

Taking one, last, tear-blurred look at the house, she stepped outside and quietly closed the door behind her. She held her small white bunny to her chest and sniffed before taking off, walking to the only place that would bring her comfort.

“She's going to be so happy. I can't wait to see her face.” Sam smiled proudly, hands on his waist as he took one last look at the swing he and Bucky have put together for their baby girl in the backyard.

“I really hope she likes it.” Bucky smiled back in agreement before opening the door for Sam and walking inside behind him.

They felt they were too hard on her that morning and she was usually a good girl, only intending to do good for her Daddy and Papa. So they decided to build the swing earlier than they’d previously planned to lighten things up again.

“Is it just me or is it awfully quiet in here?” Bucky murmured, bringing the water bottle down from his mouth and looking around the living room in slight suspicion.

“I mean, she is in a timeout and you did take away her phone,” Sam reminded him, trying not to let himself panic as he got himself a water bottle from the fridge.

But it wasn’t that. Bucky could still hear her presence no matter how quiet. He could hear her crayons gliding on paper when she would sit down to color. He could hear her hum as she organized her toys around the table for tea parties. This quietness wasn’t normal.

Bucky jogged up the stairs to her room and just as he feared, she wasn't in there. Her sandwich was untouched. Her closet was open and her backpack and favourite blankie were missing.

“Sam!” He called for his husband, taking long strides to their bedroom to find she wasn't there either.

Sam ran up the stairs at Bucky's freaked tone and saw him pacing through the hallway.

“She's not here.”

“What?” Sam’s heart sank into his stomach.

“I can't find her.” Bucky shook his head at Sam, running his fingers through his hair in growing panic.

“Hey, calm down. We're gonna find her.” Sam rubbed a hand down Bucky's back, trying to hide his own fright for Bucky's sake as his mind ran to every single place she knew how to get to on her own.

“How? How are we gonna find her? We don't even know where she went or if she's okay-”

Sam put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, the other cupping his cheek.

“Hey, breathe,” Sam instructed, slowly breathing so Bucky could copy him, trying to send away the panic attack ready to take over him. Bucky nuzzled his palm, his breath coming out shaky.

“That's it, Buck. In and out.” He moved his hands to Bucky’s.

“But she was so little when we sent her to her room and she probably doesn't even have any ID or money with her-”

“Bucky,” Sam squeezed his husband’s hands.

“We can't lose her, Sam. I can't- I took her phone away- if she's in trouble, she won't be able to-”

“Bucky, baby, we're gonna find her and she's gonna be okay. I promise.” Sam reassured him with words he himself wasn't sure would turn out to be true, his large palm stroking up and down the tense muscles of Bucky’s back, “I need you to keep breathing for me.”

Bucky tried to manage his breathing, slightly calming down to the thought of getting to hold her again.

“She couldn't have gotten that far, so we're gonna look around and I'm gonna call Steve, okay?” Bucky nodded at Sam's words, glossy eyes closing as Sam planted a kiss to the side of his forehead, “okay, baby. Let's go.”

Sam took the car, driving slowly, roaming the neighborhood to see if she was anywhere around the area. He was asking anyone and everyone who passed by his car if they've seen her. But apparently, no one has. Not even the old couple at the end of the street with the dog she loved to pet so much.

Bucky chose to go on foot as he walked in the other direction, preferring to depend on his enhanced senses instead of talking to other people. Even if he did talk to them for help, no one would understand that while her picture looked like that of a grown lady, she was a mere baby. They would never understand their panic.

Sam rubbed his forehead in frustration, leaning it against the wheel. He’d just hung up with Steve. He said she didn't come to his place; didn't even stop by. In fact, he hasn’t heard from her at all and got worried when Sam called. He took an uneven breath, trying to maintain his cool before he lifted his head up and started the car again.

Leaning back on the big tree, she wrapped her soft blankie tighter around her frame. It was getting kind of chilly and she was starting to regret leaving now that it wasn't that sunny anymore. The tears drying on her cheeks made her shiver even more and she sniffled, kissing her bunny's head and tugging the stuffed animal under her chin. She hoped Daddy and Papa were feeling better now that she was no longer there with them.

“Doll?” She heard Bucky's voice and before she could wonder if she'd imagined it, she was pressed to a hard chest.

“Oh, thank god,” Bucky sighed, kissing the side of her head over and over again, his hands tight around her back, holding her and her bunny close to his frantically beating heart.

“Baby, why'd you leave like that? We were so worried! We looked everywhere, we called everyone.” Bucky kissed her forehead a bunch before “-oh right!”

He got his phone out of his pocket with one arm, the other still firmly holding her to his chest. She kept holding onto her bunny, not really getting what was happening. Was she in trouble for leaving unannounced or not? Why would Daddy and Papa want to find her? She was nothing but trouble.

“Sam, I found her! We're in our secret place in the park.”

At Bucky's call, Sam took a sharp turn, stepping on the gas to get to the park as fast as he could.

“Are you okay, doll? Are you hurt anywhere?” Bucky asked her after hanging up, anxiously checking her head, face, arms and legs for injuries.

She shook her head silently, fresh, hot tears burning at the brims of her eyes.

“Thank god.” Bucky hugged her to his chest again, “we were so scared, doll. We were so scared.”

He kissed her damp cheeks and chin as she kept biting her lip, quietly sniveling.

She'd scared them. She'd worried them. Why was it always that she did something wrong while trying to do anything right? She was no good.

“It’s okay, love. I found you. I’m right here.” Bucky kissed her eyelids, then her nose, thinking she was crying because she was lost alone.

He pulled her on his lap and adjusted himself in her place, his back to the tree trunk as he held her close, fearing she’d disappear if he were to loosen his grip around her.

“Sugar!” Sam’s voice echoed through the empty part of the park when he saw her burrito-wrapped body in Bucky’s lap.

“Papa’s here, doll. It’s okay.” Bucky whispered to her when she didn’t stop crying.

She turned around and her eyes met Sam’s watery, brown ones.

“Hey, sugar,” Sam greeted softly, getting down on his knees before her.

Her lower lip jutted out further as new tears soaked her pretty face. It hasn’t even been a whole day and she’s missed Papa and Daddy so much. How was she ever planning on running away from them or being without them?

“Aww, no, no, baby, it’s okay,” Sam cooed, bringing her to his chest and engulfing her in a protective hug.

Her blanket fell in Bucky’s lap and she dropped her bunny to cling to Sam, barely quieting her sobs.

Not able to hold himself together any longer, a tear escaped Sam’s eye his gaze met Bucky’s. He buried his nose in her hair and squeezed her closer to him, sighing in relief that they’ve found her. His mind kept torturing him with scenarios of her getting hurt and not getting help. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if they’d actually lost her.

“You’re okay, sugar. Papa’s here with you. I’m sorry it took us so long, baby. We were looking in a lot of places.” Sam sniffled, pulling back to pepper featherlike kisses all over her face.

“You wanted to find me?” Her small, brittle voice asked, doe eyes staring up sadly.

“What? Of course we wanted to find you, baby! Why would you think otherwise?!”

“But I was bad. You w-were done. It needed to stop,” she repeated his and Bucky’s words on him and Sam felt shame cover him from head to toe, Bucky not any different as he bit down to stop his tears.

“Doll,” Bucky went to hold her hands only to find they were freezing.

“Shit! She’s too cold,” he told Sam, who immediately started taking off his jacket.

“Dada, bad word,” she softly reminded Bucky, covering her mouth with her hand before Sam got out of his jacket.

Sam slipped his warm jacket on her and pulled the zipper up, her small hands disappearing inside the long sleeves.

“Good girl, sugar. It is a bad word.” He rolled the sleeves back just enough to get her palms out so she could still hold her bunny.

“But you don’t see me asking daddy to leave because he was bad, do you?” Sam asked tenderly and she shook her head no.

“Exactly, I’m not. You know why?” Sam pressed kisses to both of her hands multiple times, rubbing them between his palms to warm her up.

“Why, papa?” she asked as he carried her in his arms; Bucky gathering the rest of her stuff.

“Because I love him so much." Sam wiped her tears. "And both me and daddy love you so so so much, sugar.” He pressed a firm kiss to her temple.

Bucky handed her the small bunny back after patting any dust or leaves out of it.

“We never want you to go, doll.” Bucky pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

“Even when I’m really really bad?”

“Even if you’re really really bad,” Sam guaranteed, kissing her temple again.

“But- I thought papa and daddy would be happier and not so angry no more if I left,” she mumbled innocently as Sam started walking to the car with her in his arms.

“That could never be true, doll. We’re only happy as long as we have you,” Bucky reassured her, opening the backseat door so Papa could slip in with her on his lap.

“And you still love me?” Her pout, teary puppy eyes and words were just killing both men inside.

“Of course we love you, doll! We will always love you. We can never afford to lose you,” Bucky told her, his eyes searching hers to offer them comfort.

“Baby, we love you so much it’s uncountable, remember?” Sam ran his thumb over the knuckles of her stuffie-holding hands.

She nodded, her eyes teary but her smile comforted and reassured. “I love you too, Papa,” she mumbled, grabbing onto Sam’s thumb, her eyelids barely staying open.

“I’m sorry I left,” she sniffled.

“It’s alright, baby. We’re all together now and we're going home.” Sam kissed her forehead once more, wanting her to forget all about it and know everything was okay again.

“Told you we’d find her,” Sam said, drawing Bucky inside the car by the cheek and brushing his lips against his.

“You did.” Bucky nodded, pressing his forehead to Sam’s and kissing him again.

Bucky pulled back and smiled adoringly at her sleepy eyes fighting to stay open as she leaned onto Sam's chest before getting in the driver’s seat to take them home. Sam was caressing her hair and before she knew it her eyes were fluttering closed.

All the crying all day had drained her and her body could finally give up and relax now that she was in Papa’s hold; she was out like a light.

“You’re so important to me and daddy, sugar. Never ever forget that,” Sam whispered against her forehead before pressing a slow kiss to her skin.

She might've had no idea how adored and cherished she actually was, but that was okay. Sam and Bucky had a lifetime ahead of them where they could show her again and again that they loved and needed her just as much as she did them.

“Dada! Papa! Wake up! We have a swing!”

She’d fallen asleep pretty early in the car last night and neither Sam nor Bucky had the heart to wake her up when they got home. So they took her shoes and socks off and tucked her in in their bed.

Now they had to deal with her waking up way too early. She’d gone to the bathroom on her own like a good girl before her stomach hungrily grumbled. And when she got to the kitchen for a cup of water and maybe the plate of fruit in the fridge, her eyes fell on the swing showing outside the small window on the kitchen door.

Bucky rolled over and opened his eyes first, her jumping on her knees on the bed beside him pulling him out of his dreams. Sam, however, didn’t move a muscle. The man slept so soundly that sometimes Bucky was jealous. How heavy of a sleeper could a person be?

“Yes, we do, baby.” Bucky chuckled. “Me and papa built it just for you.” He smiled sleepily at her excited face before annoyingly poking Sam’s back, “Sam, wake up.”

“Tank you, dada.” She settled back on her ankles though still buzzing with joy.

“You like it, sugar?” Bucky opened his arms wide for her.

“Yes, I love it.” She nodded happily before perching herself on his hard chest, cutely kissing his jaw, “and I love you, dada.”

“Sam.” He affectionately punched his sleeping husband’s shoulder, smirking when he heard him groan, “she likes the swing.”

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a/n: this one took a little longer to write, but im so happy its finally finished! its not what i originally planned, i started a whole different plot but hated it so started again, but i might go back to the first story, so maybe more bodyguard!harry content is gonna come! anyway, hope you’ll enjoy this one!

pairing: Bodyguard!Harry X Reader

warning: use of weapon (no one dies), mentioning of cancer (no one is sick), sexual content

word count: 9.1k

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“This is not up for discussion, Y/N. What you are doing and what you are about to achieve soon might upset a lot of people that hold great power. We can’t just assume you’ll be fine, walking around like anyone else in the world.”

Your boss, Julian explains it to you, leaning onto his desk, trying his best to keep his cool about your protest to get you a guard to watch out for you and keep you safe. It’s been an ongoing struggle and fight you two have been having these past weeks and it became a burning situation since you’ve made some major progress in your project.

“I’m not some kind of royalty to have security with me all the time,” you grumble rolling your eyes.

“Not just royalties have guards, Y/N. Just accept it, that you’re valuable, your work is very important not just to our company but to the whole world. Do you not realize how big it is? You are close to having the cure to cancer, Y/N! You can easily get a Nobel-prize for that!”

“I know that it’s important, but no one knows me, no one will see me on the street and know who I am or what I do!”

“It’s not about the people on the street. The world is a dark place, darker than you could imagine. Please, just… I want to know that you’re safe.”

Staring back at him with your arms folded on your chest you contemplate his words. You can see the rationality in his words, it’s just that you don’t want to break your routine, you don’t want people around you all the time, you don’t want to end your privacy like that. But Julian is right, your work is important and there have already been a few attempts to steal your researches, but they miserably failed. However that doesn’t mean they will be stopped the next time as well.

“One guard,” you speak up. “Just one. I’m not gonna have a whole fucking team,” you tell him raising your eyebrows. He lets out a relieved sigh, a tiny smile tugging on his lips.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Reaching out to the phone he presses the buzzer that signals to his assistant, Monica outside and a few moments later she walks in, accompanied with a tall, suited man, his green eyes immediately falling to you upon entering the room.

“Y/N, I took the courage to pick him out for you myself. This is Harry Styles, the best you can find in the city if not in the country,” Julian introduces him as he pushes himself away from his giant mahogany desk, walking closer to the man as they shake hands firmly. You stand up from the armchair you’ve been sinking into these past ten minutes and unsurely hold out your hand to the man.

“Harry Styles, pleasure to meet you,” he introduces himself, a thick British accent lacing through his voice and the way his green irises stare back at you, you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest. Mr. Styles is undeniably the most charming and handsome man you’ve ever met, with his perfectly carved cheekbones and chiseled jawline, pink lips and those enchanting green eyes framed by his thick lashes. There’s something in his appearance, something feminine, but still, he holds so much masculinity at the same time, it’s hard not to be enamored by him.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you mumble your name, shaking his hand slightly before letting go of it.

“Details about your cooperation have already been discussed with the security agency and us, but of course, your word is what counts, so we’ll walk over the whole plan with you as well,” Julian explains to you and you nod shortly.

The three of you move to the conference room and the next hour goes by with working those so called details out, some of them are ridiculous, some of them you can get used to, at the end you are left with a somewhat bearable plan, but one thing is for sure. Harry Styles will be a big part of your life from now on.

THREE MONTHS LATER

The tiny pack of sugar tears open in your hands, but you put too much effort into it so the countertop is now covered with the content of the pack instead of ending up in your paper cup.

“Fuck,” you growl, dumping the empty pack into the trash before grabbing another one, hoping it won’t end up the same way.

“Let me help you,” a smooth, male voice speaks up next to you and Harry grabs the pack from your hands as he places his own coffee to the counter. You let him tear the pack open easily, pouring the sugar into your drink without problem before he puts the lid back to your cup.

“Thank you,” you mumble, closing your tired eyes for a split second. You’ve been overworking way too much these past weeks, it’s starting to shut your system down, but you don’t want to rest, not when you’re so close to finishing your project.

The past two weeks have been major, you finally made the progress you’ve been working towards for months now, letting you step into the last phase of your work finally. But it’s been a quite stressful time as you’ve been eager to finish as soon as possible, but that meant little to no time spent outside of your lab.

Harry shoots you a reassuring smile before you both grab your drinks and head out of the café in the direction of your workplace.

The past three months were one hell of a ride when it comes to Harry. You didn’t hide your dislike towards his continuous presence in your life, standing by your side wherever you went. It frustrated you, made you feel like you didn’t have your freedom any longer even though he never did anything to make you hate him. He was considerate, respectful and only wanted to do his job, yet you still gave him a hard time at the beginning, right until the need for his work was proved.

Two months ago someone broke into your apartment while you were out, they searched through the whole place, looking for something. Well, not just something, they were clearly interested in anything connected to your research, but luckily, you’re not dumb enough to just let these stuff lay around your home.

Even though you didn’t encounter the person responsible for it, the incident still shook your up. Knowing that someone could get into your personal space so easily, that they could have come at a time when you were home and vulnerable, it scared you. Harry was the person that eased the worry and fear in you, he took care of everything in an instant and upon his best advice, you moved to a new apartment with a higher security level. He even moved to the place next to yours so he could be as close to you as possible at all times. There was a much needed shift in your relationship after that and you didn’t see him as an intruder any longer in your life, but more as a hero.

“So would you like Italian or Mexican tonight for dinner?” Harry asks as the two of you enter the building, using your IDs you go through the massive security gates, the guards in post nodding in your way.

“Isn’t it your night to choose?” you smile at him sideways as you wait for the elevator.

“Okay, then Thai,” he smirks, making you laugh. “Hope you are not planning on eating it here again,” he gives you a warning look and you purse your lips.

“I have a lot to do, and—“

“Y/N, you need to rest sometimes,” he scolds you as if you were just a child.

“I do rest. Sometimes,” you answer with an innocent look as the elevator’s door slides open and you walk in with Harry following you right behind.

“Like once a week? Do you even sleep when you’re at home?”

“I do! Don’t make me look like I’m some kind of crazy workaholic!”

“I’m just worried about you, is all,” he sighs, giving you a hard look.

“Oh, Mr. Styles. If I didn’t know you better I would think you might have a soft spot for me,” you smirk at him teasingly before the elevator arrives to your floor and you walk out without a word. Harry just stares after you with a small smile tugging on his lips as he thinks about your words. It’s funny, especially because you both know something more than just a professional relationship has been going on between the two of you, only dancing around it as the situation is a little too complicated to address now.

It’s not like any rules are tying you down, but you would rather not mix up work with your private life. You might have feelings for Harry, but you refuse to act up on them until he is out of his duty as your personal guard.

Your days are usually the same. While you lock yourself up in your lab, working with no end, Harry stay either with you in there or he hovers around the door, keeping an eye on everyone and everything. Just the thought of his presence never fails to bring you a sense of comfort, knowing that you don’t have to worry about your safety until he is near. It might seem nerdy, but you can easily get lost in your work. It doesn’t feel like a job, growing up with parents who were excellent doctors and pharmacists themselves, you were doomed to be a science enthusiast yourself from the beginning. Learning has never been a task for you but a gift, as you liked to look at it.

Working overtime happens often because you lose touch with time easily once you get down to work. Nothing exists outside of your lab and you hardly realize how late it is until Harry usually warns you.

“I didn’t joke when I said I didn’t want to have dinner in here,” he steps into your sanctuary while you’re in the middle of running tests for the millionth time today. Pushing your glasses up to the top of your head while the machines are buzzing and whirling, you look up at him with a tired smile.

“Let me just… finish this one last test and then I promise we’ll head out.”

“Alright, but I’m watching you. No more tests,” he warns, sitting on one of the stools while you finish what you started.

Harry never really asked you about your work, for a while you weren’t even sure if he knows what you’re doing and why it’s so important. It was never discussed at the beginning and he never brought it up later either. But judging from the time he spends near you at the lab he must have picked up a few things about it surely.

The machines stop working and the tiny beeping sound signals that the results are out. You grab the long printed paper and start scanning the data, chewing on your bottom lip as you hope to find what you’ve been looking for all day. The numbers are coming in great, but it’s been like this for a while, it’s the end that never matches up with your expectations. So when you get there and see the graphs showing the result that you’ve been dreaming of since the start of the whole project years ago, your mouth falls open in disbelief even though it’s what you’ve been working for all this time.

“Oh my God,” you whisper.

“What?” Harry’s head snaps up in alert, jumping off the stool.

“I… I did it,” you breathe out, glancing up from the paper. “It’s my first time succeeding, Harry!” you start laughing, the shock taking over your whole body that you really did it this time.

“And what does that mean?”

“Come on, let me show you,” you tell him in excitement, pulling him over to the computer where you pull up all the data you’ve been working on. A virtual version of a cell comes up on the screen as you start typing, modelling what you want to show him. “This is a completely healthy cell, it’s what you are made of too, mostly,” you ass with a chuckle before another cell comes up on the screen. “And this is what cells that are affected by cancer look like.”

The difference is a lot more complicated than what you can explain to him in such a short time, but he can see it with his own eyes. The color, the shape, everything is different from the first one. Harry examines the screen and nods shortly, letting you know that he is following.

“I’ve been working on a substance that is able to not just detect the cancerous cells but it can also kill it effectively without hurting the healthy ones.”

You bring up the virtualized version of the substance you’ve been working on, a short animation showing how it can tell the two cells apart and only attack the cancerous one.

“I haven’t been able to get the numbers above 60% when it comes to succeeding in the process of selection so my whole project was about finding a solution to that. I’ve been trying to find the right substance to mix with our already existing one to solve the problem, but I haven’t been successful in it.”

“I assume until now,” Harry hum and you nod smirking.

“Yeah. The last test results came back very good, quite promising. It’s still not the end of the process, but it’s a huge step.”

“That’s great,” he smiles at you and though you know he probably understands just a fracture of the whole process, he can still figure out how important it is. “Congrats, Y/N.” “Thanks,” you breathe out, pride filling your chest as you shut the computer off. “I guess this is my cue to end the day,” you smile at him before packing up everything, getting ready to finally leave.

It’s not the first time Harry is spending the evening at your place. You often have dinner together, or watch a movie whenever you get home early enough to do that. Through the time you’ve spent together because of his job you’ve grown to be friends above everything. Good ones, in fact, which is a big deal for you since making friends has never been an easy task for you.

You bought takeout on the way home and as Harry set the table you poured yourself a glass of wine, knowing well Harry would never drink when he is on duty and he is basically working all the time he is with you, so you’re drinking alone. You both sit to the dining table, starting dinner together in a comfortable silence. It’s another thing you appreciate about Harry. He doesn’t try to talk when it’s not necessary, you hate small talk, you’d rather sit in silence than talk about something nonsense and Harry is a partner in that.

“When do you need to leave work tomorrow to get to the party on time?” he asks breaking the silence and you freeze. His eyes fall on you, examining your features for a moment before he smirks. “You forgot about it?”

“I just… thought it’s going to be next week,” you truthfully admit.

“We talked about it last week,” he smirks at you playfully. “And I told you it would be next week which is… this week.”

“I know how the days work, Harry,” you give him a look of ‘give me a break’ before you turn back to your food. “I just…”

“You just forgot it,” Harry finishes for you, and you just roll your eyes at him.

Glancing at him over the table you wonder if he’ll wear something different than is usual attire he always wears. Black suit with a white shirt underneath, the top two buttons left undone, giving you a tiny peek at the tattoos on his chest. You know those are not the only ones, you’ve seen him with the suit jacket off before, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, his whole left arm is covered in ink and you wish you’ve had the chance to take a better look at them.

Harry is such an intriguing person in a lot of different ways. He definitely likes to keep things to himself, not one to ask for attention and it’s not just because of his work, it’s his personality. However he is good with people, interacting with them, being social. A skill you haven’t really mastered yourself yet and you probably never will. He always seems to know what to say, you’ve never seen him even the slightest bit anxious or nervous before, the confidence he holds is unmatched and it makes it hard to not think about him in ways you shouldn’t be.

After dinner he helps you clean up, just like he always does before heading out, but before he could leave he stops and turns back to face you.

“Oh, a friend of mine is visiting from the UK on Sunday. I already mentioned it to you before, but I was hoping I could get the afternoon off,” he wonders and you nod right away.

“Of course! I’ll be just fine at home,” you smile at him.

“Thank you,” he smiles back before walking out of your place at last.

Because of the party in the evening you are forced to stop working early the next day. It’s weird to leave the office in broad daylight, but you know today can’t be one of those days when you end up seeing the new day in the lab.

Harry was right yesterday, you completely forgot the whole party thing, meaning you didn’t plan anything ahead and you had nothing to wear, so through the day you called your sister, Mara to help you out. She was more than happy to lend you anything you needed. She meets you at the office, beaming to spend some time with you finally. It’s not that you don’t like her company, but you are quite different, is all. Your sister didn’t get sucked into the world of science, though she definitely has the bright mind to take up on any field she would want to explore. But she was more into the world of art, having written her first fantasy novel at the ripe age of twenty, she is now a bestseller author at only twenty-nine with a bubbly personality and basically every trait you never owned yourself.

“Harry! So nice to see you again!” Mara beams at the man as the three of you meet up at the lobby.

“Hi, Mara,” Harry smiles with a tiny nod.

“Alright, I have everything you could need so let’s head to yours!” your sister cheers before you make your way out to your cars.

Arriving to your home Harry splits from the two of you, letting you to get ready in peace and also to get ready himself. Mara didn’t joke when she said she has everything you need, the trunk of her car is basically filled with clothes and shoes, there’s no chance you won’t find something to wear tonight.

She orders you to take a quick shower as she unpacks everything she brought and when you emit from a cloud of steam with a towel wrapped around your body and one on your head, Mara gets down to work.

“So do you have a date for today?” she curiously asks while she does your makeup.

“Huh, yeah, sure,” you huff ironically. “It’s just gonna be Harry and me.”

“So Harry is your date?” her ears perk up, but you’re quick to protest.

“Of course not! He comes with me everywhere,” you mumble with your eyes closed as she is doing something on your eyelids.

“But it could be a date,” she offers and you huff in disagreement.

“You know that’s not how it works, Mara.”

“You are making it more complicated than it is! No one would blame you if you just… went for it! Harry is obviously an attractive guy.”

“Then maybe you should date him,” you bite back bitterly. Growing up you weren’t the boys’ favorite, they always paid all the attention to your sister. It’s not that you blame her or them, she always had a more capturing and lively personality that attracted people naturally. But it made you wonder if there was something wrong with you, spending all your time with your nose buried in a book or doing researches for fun while Mara was out with her friends, living her best life. Even her published books were inspired by her personal life experiences.

“Y/N,” she sighs, her hands leaving your face so you open your eyes to look at her disapproving expression. “You obviously like him so I would never do that and besides that, he for sure likes you too.”

“What’s not true,” you deny right away, but then you look at her curiously. “But why would you think that?”

Mara smirks at you tilting her head to the side, seeing right through your act that you’re not interested in Harry. Of course you are, but you choose to keep it at bay for the sake of his job.

“Y/N, I see how that man watches every move you make. It’s written all over his handsome face.”

“Of course he watches my every move, that’s his job!”

“No, it’s different. You’ll see it sooner or later,” she smiles before ordering you to close your eyes again so she can finish your makeup.

Mara does wonders to your looks, the makeup look she does on you already makes a huge difference since you don’t bother to do anything on your every days. But she didn’t stop there, she made your hair look like you just stepped off of the pages of a magazine and the dress the two of you chose was the cherry on the top. The emerald green dress was tight around your curves, showing just enough of your body to be still considered modest, but also have some spice. And though there are a lot of advantages of the dress, your first and most important thought (to you at least) was how well it goes with the color of Harry’s eyes.

“I’m a genius,” Mara sighs satisfied with her work as you slip on the pair of nude heels and put your necessities into the little clutch you’re taking with you. Just when you’re gone with everything, the doorbell rings and your heart jumps in your chest, knowing that Harry is standing on the other side of the door.

“I’ll get it for you,” Mara smiles rushing to the door as you walk into the hallway, standing a few feet behind her so as she opens the front door and Harry comes into view, over Mara’s shoulder his eyes easily find your figure standing there, feeling a little awkward and self-conscious, like you are about to go to prom with your crush. Difference is that you are not a teenager anymore and you aren’t going anywhere together together. Tonight is just work for him.

But as his bright green eyes fall on your frame and you see his lips slightly part, you can’t help but allow yourself to think for a moment that it’s more than just work. That he feels the same way about it as you do. Though you don’t voice your hopes and just smile at him faintly, hoping you don’t look completely ridiculous in your outfit.

“Harry, come on in!” Mara invites him into the apartment and he walks in, wearing his usual black suit with the difference of having a tie on around his neck, his white shirt is appearing neat and crispy and his sometimes unruly curls are now gently combed back a little so his curls are not falling into his forehead.

“Hi,” you smile at him nervously fumbling with your clutch as he takes a few steps closer to you.

“Hi. You look… beautiful,” he smiles back at you a little breathlessly as he takes a respectful look down your body before his green irises meet your gaze again.

“Thank you. You look great too,” you chuckle softly. “Should we… head out?”

“Yeah, sure!” he nods, offering you his arm and you link your arm with his instantly, hoping you won’t trip in your heels. “Lock the door when you leave, Mara, alright?” you call out to your sister who is watching you smiling.

“Sure! Have fun!”

You wave at her one last time before walking out and shutting the door closed behind you.

This party is held every year at Pharma-Z, mostly this is the time when the brain meets the money. Investors and funders like to meet the people behind the million dollars researches from time to time and this is the occasion where both sides show up. Julian always asks you to be social and try to mingle, but the whole thing feels forced and painful for you. You’d rather just be left alone with your researches and projects without having to schmooze to the people who give you the money for your hard work.

It’s held at one of said investors’ luxurious penthouse, that doesn’t even look like someone’s home with the huge outdoors infinity pool, the spacious and modern interiors and the expensive looking decoration that was put up just for the occasion.

“Y/N! I’m so happy you are here!” Julian approaches you with a drink in his hands and you’re happy to see a familiar face in the crowd. You don’t really know others from work, only your little team you directly work with and of course, your boss, Julian.

“It’s not like I had a choice,” you chuckle giving him a short, friendly hug. Julian is far from a nightmare of a boss some people have to face at their job. He is an actually nice and very smart and intellectual person. The pharmaceutical industry can be harsh and dark, the competition between the businesses is way more intent than people think. This is why you need the protection. Some companies profit off of the fact that cancer has no cure yet. They make money from all the treatments that doesn’t even guarantee full recovery. A lot of big fish don’t want the cure, because that would make them lose a good chunk of their income and some of those would even go to the depth of hurting you for being so close to ruining their business with your invention. Pharma-Z is luckily a genuine company that wants to help sick people and that’s why you’re working there.

“You know how important it is for the company,” Julian sighs, but he understands how uncomfortable these events make you feel, though he can do nothing to help you. “Harry, nice to see you again,” he smiles at the man by your side.

“Julian, nice to see you too,” he nods, shaking hands with your boss.

“Mingle a little so people can see and meet you, alright?” Julian requests and you just nod silently before he moves on to the next group of people.

You get yourself a drink to ease your nerves a little as people start approaching you. Some of them you’ve met last year, but there are a lot of new faces. Your project has brought in quite a few new sponsors and investors and now they want to meet you and talk about the research their money is going into.

You try your best to keep a smile plastered across your face as you tell the people the same thing over and over again, receiving praise and compliments on your work before moving onto the next conversation just to start over again.

You can feel your social batteries running out, not sure you can put up with another conversation with a wealthy investor who wants you to know you have a job because they gave money for your project in hopes of you bringing more money to them.

Harry has stayed by your side the whole evening, and you didn’t notice but he kept examining you every few minutes to make sure you were holding up and he noticed how tired you’ve grown from socializing for so long.

“Y/N,” he softly calls out, his palm finding the small of your back. “Why don’t we get some fresh air?” he kindly offers and you immediately understand that he is trying to get you away from the guests and the overwhelming conversations you’ve been dealing with. Nodding you let him usher you outside, finding a spot where the two of you can be a little alone.

“I fucking… hate small talks and being nice to everyone,” you let out a long and heavy sigh, as you lean against the railing, paying just one short glance at the city’s bright lights under your feet. Harry chuckles shortly.

“I figured. You’ve been chewing your lips so hard I was afraid you’d start bleeding.”

Now that he has brought your attention to it, you realize you are doing it again, so you let go of your bottom lip from between your teeth and it brings out another chuckle from Harry.

“I’m just… not good with these… social stuff.”

“I disagree with that,” he hums, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Oh please, if you haven’t realized it, my number of zero friends is a tell, I think.”

“Come on, it’s not zero. You’re friends with Mara.”

“But family doesn’t count, she is kind of forced to be my friend,” you shrug, making him laugh.

“Okay, but I’m your friend too, aren’t I?” You furrow your eyebrows at him.

“You spend time with me because it’s your job.”

His eyes soften on you as he leans against the railing next to you, looking so effortlessly handsome and charming, you almost need to take a deep breath at the sight of him. And the cheeky smile on his pink lips is definitely not helping your case.

“I know you didn’t mean that. You’re a smart woman, Y/N.” Reaching out he tugs a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he inches closer a tiny bit. “I think we stepped over the line of just work.”

“So… you consider me your friend?” you ask shyly.

“If you have to ask maybe I’ve been doing something wrong,” he chuckles softly, making you smile too. Folding your arms a shiver runs down your spine from the cold evening breeze. “Are you cold?” Harry asks, but before you could even say a word, he shrugs his jacket off and drapes it over your shoulders.

“Oh, thank you,” you breathe out shyly.

“Do you want another drink?”

“Yeah, I think I might need another one,” you chuckle and nodding he tells you to just stay there until he gets you a new one.

Turning towards the view, you enjoy the lonely moments for a little, not too keen on going back inside and keep up the façade of interest any longer. You’d rather just head home, maybe have another drink with Harry on your couch while you watch a rerun of whatever show is on TV and then fall asleep after a hot shower. You’ve been working way too much lately and it’s just now crashing down on you. Next week you definitely should cut back on your hours at the lab, the project is already going amazing, it won’t hurt if you actually had some rest before you lose your mind.

You hear footsteps approaching you and you think it’s Harry returning, but as you turn around you are faced with a stranger, a man who is staring down at you with bloodshot eyes and… a gun pointed at you.

Your breath hitches, your blood freezing in your veins at the sight and your legs almost give up underneath you.

“What… who are you?” Your voice comes out as a whisper, tears already flooding your eyes as you melt against the railing as if you had anywhere to go, but you have no chance against him.

One glance at the gun allows you to see that it has a silencer on, with the music coming from inside and no one around, if he shoots you, he’ll be able to get away before anyone realizes what happened.

The man doesn’t answer, just holds up the gun, aiming right at your chest and you close your eyes, thinking that this is it. This is how your life ends, in the middle of a posh party with no one around to help you. Your lips are trembling and hands are shaking as you hold onto the railing, waiting for the inevitable to come, keeping your eyes shut, not wanting to see your killer as the last thing you see before you go.

And then you hear the muffled gunshot, making you scream in fear, your knees turning into jelly, but the pain never comes. Instead, you hear grunting and growling as a body falls to the ground in front of you.

Your eyes snap open and you see Harry straddling the man, the gun lying near your attacker’s hand and he is trying to reach it, but before he could, you kick it away as Harry throws a punch at his face that stops him from trying too hard to free himself.

The next few moments are so busy and blurry at the same time. Your legs give up underneath you, making you fall to the ground, your whole body shaking in waves. In the meantime Harry gets the man into a position where he can be easily controlled and people start flooding out at the scene, helping Harry while security working at the party take the man, the police already on its way.

When Harry can finally step back from the attacker, his eyes fall on your figure and he rushes over to you, kneeling down next to your trembling body, cradling you into his arms upon seeing how shaken up you are.

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s over, you’re alright,” he murmurs, holding you tight as your fists grab onto his shirt, your breathing is uneven, the oxygen barely makes its way into your lungs as you’re panting and gasping from the shock. “Come on, let’s get you inside, Y/N,” he gently tells you, helping you up from the floor even though your body feels like a pile of brick.

You can feel everyone staring at you, whispering behind your back as you try to hide in Harry’s arms while he walks you back inside, away from the man that tried to take your life. He walks you into one of the bathrooms and closing the lid he sits you down to the toilet while he grabs a towel and wetting it he kneels in front of you, tapping the cloth to your cheeks gently. You haven’t even realized that you’ve been sweating from the shock and the coldness feels amazing against your burning skin.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, but not even you are sure why.

“Nothing to be sorry for, Y/N,” he gently murmurs, giving your hand a squeeze as you shut your eyes closed. He grabs a glass from one of the cabinets and fills it with water handing it over to you.

“Thank you,” you mumble, bringing it to your trembling lips, but before you could drink it, your eyes snap up to meet his gaze. “And thank you for… what you did.” Your voice dies down at the end, the picture of the man pointing the gun at you still living so vividly in your mind.

“No need, it’s my job after all, right?” he chuckles softly, making your lips twitch the slightest bit before you start sipping on the water.

The police show up soon and they arrest the man who refuses to talk. They also request you to give your statement about what happened, but Harry manages to let you just give them the brief story and go in sometime soon to give them your full statement so you don’t have to spend any more time there. They are quite sure the man was hired by someone who doesn’t want you to finish your project, and it’s scary how far some people are willing to go just for the money, just to keep sick people in suffering for their own benefit.

Heading home you stay silent as Harry drives, staring out the window you let the nightlights of the city pass by you while you still see the same face, the face of the man that held a gun at you tonight. The gunshot is still ringing through your ears, it was so close, so real… of course it was real! All of it was real and your life was on the line. If it weren’t for Harry, you wouldn’t be here right now.

Arriving to your home Harry helps you out of the car and you cling onto his hand as you head up to the apartment. He keys the two of you into your home, flicking the lights on and looking around before you go further inside, just to be sure.

“It’s all clear, don’t worry,” he murmurs as you nod and make your way into the bedroom. Kicking your heels off your feet you sit on the edge of the bed, letting out a long breath, feeling your limbs loosening up a bit for the first time in the past hour.

Harry moves around the place doing whatever before he joins you in the room, kneeling in front of you his hands find your bare knees and your eyes meet his worry-filled green irises.

“Do you want to take a shower?” he softly asks and you nod your head. “Come on, I’ll start the water for you.”

He helps you up from the bed and walks you into the bathroom. You stand there awkwardly, not sure what to do as he starts running the water in the walk in shower before he steps back to you.

“Would you…?” you ask, turning around, needing help with the zipper of your dress. Harry clears his throat as his fingers work on it and a moment later the fabric loosens around your frame as you hold it to your chest with your arms. Turning back around you peek up at Harry and you notice the slight blush on his cheeks.

“I’ll be outside at the door, okay?” He whispers, his fingers delicately touching your cheek as you nod before you watch him walk out and close the door behind him.

The hot water feels freshening, like it could burn away the memories even though it’s still so vivid in your mind. You stand under the running water longer than you intended, but it feels nice and needed. Once you’re done, you wrap yourself into a fluffy towel and walk out of the steamy bathroom only to find Harry sitting at the edge of your bed, waiting like a loyal puppy. When he sees you, he stands from his spot and you don’t miss the way his eyes scan over your body that’s barely covered.

“Alright, I’ll go now, but if you—“ “Don’t!” you gasp, panic taking over you at the thought of being left alone. One of your hands grasps his arm to stop him from moving and he freezes in his spot, staring back at your fearful eyes. “Please, stay here,” you plead, voice barely over than just a whisper.

There’s a heartbeat of a pause in him as he is watching you intently and for a moment you think he’ll say no, but then his hand finds yours on his arm and he gives it a gentle squeeze as he nods.

“Okay.��

You let out a long, relieved breath as you ease into comfort. He’s staying, he’ll be with you all night, protecting you from everything and everyone.

“Can I take a shower too?” he asks softly and you nod, stepping to your wardrobe to get him a clean towel. “Thank you. I’ll be back shortly,” he tells you before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door closed behind him.

You hear the water running again and you find yourself standing at the same spot as you listen to the noises coming from the bathroom. Harry is in there, soaking under the water naked and you can’t take your mind off of how badly you want to be there with him.

It’s not just because of what happened tonight, though it made you realize that you don’t have much time to waste. Nothing can assure that you’ll live another day and you don’t want to deny happiness from yourself. You want to be with Harry and as far as you can make it out, he feels the same way.

Upon a sudden decision, you pad your way over to the bathroom door and open it carefully, the warmth immediately hitting your face as you step inside and close it behind you. The glass of the shower is steamed up, you can only make out the blurry frame of Harry in there and you wonder if he heard you come in, but it doesn’t seem like that. His clothes from the night are lying on the floor in a pile, his watch that he always wears is carefully placed next to the sink.

Your hands grab onto the edge of the towel around your body and you unwrap yourself, hanging it up on the wall before stepping to the shower. Hoping you won’t scare him, you open the door, the steam immediately hugging your naked body warmly and you see him standing there with his back facing you as you step into the spacious walk-in shower.

He notices your presence, you see him freeze mid-movement before he peeks over his shoulder, his eyes falling on you as he slowly turns, facing you completely. Standing in front of him completely bare, you feel more vulnerable than ever in your life. You’re scared that he is going to send you away, that he won’t let you get closer to him and if that happens, you’ll feel humiliated, but he just stands there in his naked glory and doesn’t say anything, so you take it as a chance to shoot your shot.

Reaching up your hands slide to his hard chest, up to the base of his neck as you push your front against his, skin to skin with the hot water running down your bodies. His hands find your waist and you could cry from the feeling of his touch on you. Pushing yourself up to your tiptoes your nose nudges against his as your eyes fall closed.

“Y/N,” he breathes out, stopping you right when your lips could meet. Opening your eyes you see the hesitation in his green irises that appear so much darker than they usually do.

“Do you not want it? You don’t want me?” you whisper.

“I do. It’s not that,” he sighs shaking his head slightly. “But you went through a lot today. I don’t want you to make decisions you might regret in the morning.”

You can’t help the small smile that tugs on your lips at how considerate and protective he is over you, thinking that this might be just something that crashed over you in the heat of the moment, but it’s been in the making from the first day you met him. Despite all your protesting against him, you knew you needed him and not just as your guard. He is what’s been missing from your life all along, you just never realized it.

“There’s nothing I could regret when it comes to you, Harry. I needed tonight to open my eyes. Our days are counted, I’m done running from my own happiness.”

He lets out a long, shaky breath as his hands hold tighter onto your waist while your hands run up his neck until your fingers tangle into his wet locks.

“I need you. And not just because of tonight. I’ve always needed you.”

“I’m here, Y/N. I’m all yours,” he breathes out before his lips smash against yours all wet and hard, but it’s the most heavenly feeling you’ve ever experienced.

You become a mess, tangled in each other, lips melting together as your hands explore naked limbs and torsos, bodies pressing tightly against each other shamelessly. Harry walks you backwards until your back hits the cold tile and you let out a whimper as you arch your back at the sudden feeling, just as his head dips down, lips attacking your neck, kissing and nibbling on the soft skin. Your light leg lifts as his hands wander down your thigh, your hips pressing together and you feel how hard he is, his cock pushed against your other thigh, making you moan at the feeling. Reaching down you blindly wrap a hand around the base, giving him a few slow pumps, earning a guttural growl from him before his lips return to yours, kissing you hard and filled with passion. His hands are all over you, on your thighs, ass, back and chest, as if he was mapping your whole body wanting to remember how every inch feels under his touch.

Without tearing his lips away from yours, he blindly reaches behind him, shutting the water off before urging you to jump into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist. He carries you out of the shower, placing you to the counter next to the sink as he stands between your legs, his hands once again finding your breasts as they knead them, making you whimper and shake under his touch. It’s euphoric and addictive, you already know you won’t be able to go a day without feeling him against you like this.

“Bed?” he breathes out against your mouth and you nod eagerly. Reaching to the side he grabs a towel, wrapping it around you, tapping and squeezing you to dry you off, throwing fits of giggles when you grab it and wrap it around his body as well.

The towel falls to the floor abandoned and forgotten as he lifts you off the counter and brings you to the bed, laying you down and holding himself up above you with one arm. His other hand cups your cheek and turning your head you kiss his palm gently, eyes glued to his as he settles between your legs.

“Are you sure about this?” he breathes out, his lips dancing against your cheek and the corner of your mouth.

“Yes! Harry, please!” you beg with a whimper, your whole body aching to feel him inside you.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, love,” he kisses you as his hand leaves your heated face, runs down your naked body until his fingers reach your throbbing clit.

He slides two digits through your already wet folds, but just to work you up even more he starts drawing circles on your bud, turning you into a whimpering mess underneath him. Your fingers dig into the lean muscles on his back, feeling them twitch from his movements and one hand sliding down to his ass, grabbing a handful of him while pushing him closer to you, his erection pressing against your core.

“Harry, I need you!” you moan, not able to contain yourself any longer. You need to feel him, you need him as close as possible.

Reaching over to your nightstand you grab a condom from the drawer, ripping the package open with your teeth before you carefully grab his erection and roll the condom down his length, ready to finally feel him inside you.

He flicks his fingers on your clit one last time before his hand wraps around the base of his cock, giving it a few pumps while his soft lips kiss down your jawline and throat, his face hiding in the crook of his neck. Your arms circle around his shoulders, your chest heaving from the sensation as he positions himself just right, the tip teasing your hole. Harry lifts his head up, his bright eyes finding your gaze just as he sinks into you, filling you up perfectly.

“H-Harry! Fuck—“ you gasp at the feeling, your walls stretching around his thick cock as he stays still for a few moments, letting you adjust to his size.

You draw your legs up, giving you more space to go deeper as he starts thrusting, sliding in and out of you oh so perfectly, inching you closer to your relief with each movement. You cup his face in your hands, staring into his eyes as if you could see his soul in them and for a split second, you feel like you actually do. His lips are parted and the cross pendant is grazing your chest while he fucks into you, never falling out of his rhythm.

You want to beg to him not to stop, to keep moving and moving, but no words can leave your mouth as your back arches, your orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach. You start grinding your hips in sync with his, allowing him to reach deeper into you, making your toes curl from pleasure.

“Harry, I’m gonna—I-I’m gonna—Ah!” You can’t make up one coherent sentence as your legs start shaking, feeling your orgasm taking over your body.

“I know, baby. Let it go. Let me make you feel good,” he pants, his lips kissing you everywhere he can reach, your lips smashing against each other in a messy kiss, your tongue meeting his in the middle just when you reach your high.

You moan and cry out his name, fingers digging into his flesh as you chase your release. Seeing you fall apart underneath him is enough to throw him over the edge, spilling himself into the condom as his mouth hangs agape, your name falling off his tongue as if it was the holiest glorification. Combing your fingers through his hair you hold him to your chest as he collapses on top of you, his head lying on your naked chest as you both try to catch your breath in the sudden silence that came over you without the sounds of your passion.

Rolling off of your body he slips out of you, an empty feeling taking over you right away, but he is quick to cradle you into his arms to keep the intimacy. You lay your head to his chest, a thin layer of sweat covering the both of you, but you couldn’t care less. You listen to his steady heartbeat as you draw one of the swallows on his chest with your finger, running it over the lines of the ink. You want to soak in the moment and stay in it for as long as possible, but you can barely keep your eyes open. As Harry’s fingers are gently running up and down your bare back you let your eyes close and the last thing you remember is hearing his soft whisper.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll keep you safe.”

You wake up without an alarm in the morning and it’s the first time for that in a long-long time. You stir and groan before you open your eyes, your hands reaching out next to you, looking for the man that was next to you when you fell asleep, but there’s nothing and no one beside you now.

Panic rises in your chest as your eyes pop open and you frantically look around in the room, hoping to see him somewhere near, but you’re alone.

“Harry?” you call you as you sit up, holding the sheets to your chest since you’re still naked. No answer comes and you can feel your heart rate rising instantly.

Getting out of bed you grab the nearest clothing item you find which is an old hoodie, and you put on a pair of clean panties before you carefully walk out of the bedroom, afraid of what you might find outside, but it’s completely silent and still, no one is around. Harry has left.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, feeling the lump in your throat growing as tears are forming in your eyes.

Where did he go? Why did he leave? Is he coming back? Is he gone forever?

You can’t stop yourself from going into depth you shouldn’t, just because you don’t find him first thing in the morning, but you still haven’t entirely recovered from last night’s events and before you could stop yourself, you are thinking about the worst possibilities there could be.

And then you hear the lock turning in the front door.

Blood rushes out of your head as you freeze, afraid it’s another attacker and this time you won’t be as lucky as you were last night. But as the door opens Harry walks in with a paper bag in his arm and you can’t help, but start sobbing at the sight of him.

“Harry!” you cry out, launching at him and he barely have time to put the bag down before he catches you, locking you in his strong arms.

“Hey! No need to worry, it’s just me!” he soothes softly, his hands running up and down your back and head. “I’m sorry I scared you, just wanted to get you something to eat, baby,” he murmurs, kissing the side of your head as you try your best to hold back your sobs.

“I just woke up alone and I thought…”

“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have left while you were sleeping. But I’m back and I’m alright.”

You just nod, hugging him a little longer before you loosen your hold around him to lean back and look him in the eyes.

“So… you’re staying? With me?”

“If you want me to, yes,” he nods with a soft smile as he cups your tear-soaked face in his hands. “I’ll keep you safe and sound and I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”

“Just be yourself and… be with me,” you shyly ask him and he nods, his smile growing into a wide grin before he leans down and captures your lips in a sweet, intoxicating kiss.

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