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hallowgracie · 1 month ago

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Short Story: "I Think I Understand Persephone Now"

Author's Note: Corey Dantes, the main character in my dark academia supernatural wip, Pomegranate Elegy, originated from this short story I wrote for my creative writing classes in Fall 2021.

As it started to look like we were coming out of quarantine for good and yet everything was still different from how it was before, I was still processing my feelings about witnessing what felt like an apocalypse. Now, in Fall 2024, in which my life looks so different from that of 2020 or 2021, I still have feelings that are difficult to reconcile about my experiences.

I don't think it helped that I was still reconciling and processing some of the mental health issues I'd developed and overcame during the course of my high school education.

This short story established a lot of the ideas and motifs I want to use in Pomegranate Elegy, and that story developed from the fact that ultimately, this story suffers for being tied to the pandemic.

I'm not sure yet if this story will remain canon to the backstory of the Corey we meet in Pomegranate Elegy. But I thought all the same that you might like to read it.

I hope you enjoy.

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“I’m going out to the grocery store.”

I turned off the camera on my laptop and swiveled around to face my mother. She was wearing her nice sundress, the one with the sunflowers that reminded me of a Van Gogh painting. Before, she would only wear it for brunch with friends she wanted to impress, graduations--the occasions between formal and semi-casual. And now she wore it to the grocery store, because that was as formal as things got at this point.

“Okay.” I glanced back at the grid of faces staring back at me. “I’ll be in class.”

“Do you need anything?” Mom lingered in the doorway. “Won’t be able to get it till next week, y’know.”

Because it was safer to only shop once a week, and that had become routine.

I’d forgotten that it was Grocery Day, formerly known as Tuesday. The days all blended together with the hours into an eternity within the four walls of my room, my fortress against the end of the world as I’d known it.

“I’ll be okay.” I turned back to my class so that I wouldn’t have to see Mom frown, the way she did most of the time when I bothered to speak up. It was the concerned kind of frown, the ‘oh honey’ kind of frown.

It was a small eternity before the door closed. But I didn’t turn my camera back on. Instead, I left my headphones on my desk and took the opportunity to fall onto my bed, a heap of sheets and pillows thrown about by restless nights.

I didn’t get much sleep last night.

Or at least, less than usual.

I kept hearing footsteps in my room, and the faint sounds of giggling, like a bunch of girls at a sleepover. I asked my sister if she called any of her friends last night, but she swore up and down that she didn’t.

I’m not sure I believe her— what other reason could there be, after all?

Although she did point out that a phone call wouldn’t explain all the footsteps. Which, I guess that’s true, although I don’t like the implications of that.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I knew I should try to go to class and pay attention. After all, there would come a day when I’d be on the other side of this and I’d have to answer for my laziness and degradation.

Colleges wouldn’t like it if I had mostly Bs.

I would have to excel for them to take me, as our teachers kept reminding us. Our extracurriculars and volunteering were down the toilet now. All that was left for our applications to cling to was our report cards.

But how could I plan for a future I couldn’t see? Before the end of the world as I’d known it, people would ask us in beginning-of-the-year speeches and stuff where we would see ourselves in five, ten, twenty years.

I couldn’t even see where I’d be by this time next year.

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud thud.

I jumped from my bed, praying it wasn’t my laptop--thank God, it wasn’t.

Instead, it was a photograph, from Before. I was with my best friend, Diana, enjoying the Fourth of July. I was in a pink flowery sundress that kinda looked like a hibiscus print, Diana was in blue. My hair was longer, not jagged. There was a light in my eyes, and no circles underneath. I believed her smile.

Anger and sorrow surged through my veins and my hands began to shake. The glass had cracked, but not broken. I put it back on the shelf and turned it around, so it wouldn’t fall and I wouldn’t have to see the memory and what could have been.

I sank on the floor and began to cry.

That was when I felt a cold, icy hand on my shoulder.

And yet, when I looked, there was no one, no sign of anything in the room but my laptop, with Language Arts continuing on with all the blithe determination of a train.

All I could do was shrug and decide to find some other distraction in place of the impossibly-exhausting monotony of class. So I took the worn volume of Greek mythology off the shelf, next to the photograph I’d turned around, and opened it to my favorite story in all of it.

I’d gotten it as a Christmas gift in the height of my middle school-obsession with the topic. That was the thing that had drawn me and Diana so close together in the first place. The beautifully-illustrated pages looked back at me. In particular, the painting of Persephone. The portrait was split in half, showing Persephone on the surface, and then in the Underworld.

I always wondered what it would be like, to be Persephone returning from the world of the dead every spring. Did she change, between the seasons and the realm of the living and the dead? Did the pomegranate seeds keep a piece of her with Hades forever, in more than just her winter exile?

Would any part of her ever feel the same, after her ordeal? Or was there no going back, something lost with that first descent into the Underworld?

I traced the lines of Persephone’s face. She looked too much like me now for comfort.

I couldn’t stay here. The walls of my room were too narrow, closing in on me.

“Hey Mom!” I scrambled to grab a mask and a pair of flip-flops. “Wait up!”

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In the times Before, a Tuesday mid-morning made a wasteland of the grocery store. Completely and utterly deserted except for the occasional customer and clerk. It was not so in the After. Mainly because Tuesday was when the nearest grocery store restocked with toilet paper.

We were lucky that our lake house was pretty far from the bigger cities of Michigan. But that still didn’t stop everyone from the township and the surrounding little lakes from arriving in a ravenous zombie-like horde to claim the most valuable prize of these days.

We arrived just as they descended upon the just-refilled shelf as two employees tried to keep the peace.

“Hang on, we have a limit, only two please—”

“Let’s back away, six feet apart now--”

I darted into the fray and managed to snatch up one of the jumbo packages without coming to harm.

“Great, thanks, Corey.” Mom tapped the checklist on her phone, marking our security in toilet paper for the next week or two. “Let’s see, your dad wanted us to pick up some hot dogs to barbecue outside on Friday night, it’s supposed to be a little warmer then.”

We turned to head toward the deli section. Outside of the battleground for toilet paper, the grocery store was filled with ghosts and wraiths, glaring at us with distrust and suspicion as they picked up what they needed to get through the week.

Everyone was an enemy and a stranger now.

On the way to the deli section of the store, we passed the aisle where you could get drinks, right next to the produce.

“If you want to grab something, you can.” Mom nodded at the drinks. “Would you mind picking up kombucha for me, please?”

“Sure.” Next to the kombucha I grabbed was a pomegranate smoothie. I took one off the shelf and nearly dropped the drinks when I caught my reflection in the warped mirror thing at the top.

The girl in the photograph smiled and waved at me, and then she disappeared.

“Are you alright?” Mom asked as I returned to the cart. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Maybe I have.”

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It was a week later when I finally confided in Diana my concerns.

“I think my house is haunted or something,” I whispered into the microphone of my computer. “Weird shit keeps happening.”

“Ooh, like what?” Diana’s gray eyes gleamed as she leaned forward.

I couldn’t help but smile.

“I keep getting all these weird drafts, and sometimes I could swear there’s a hand on my shoulder, tapping it to get my attention.” I bit my lip. “Nothing’s there of course. And then at night, I hear these giggles and footsteps, sometimes voices too, but I can’t find the source.”

“Spooky.” Diana frowned.

“And when I can manage to sleep, I have these dreams.” I curled my hands into fists--this time, they stopped shaking beneath my desk. “I don’t remember all of it, but there’s this girl, following me in all of them.”

“What does she look like?” Diana’s turquoise fingernails drummed against her sloped chin. “Like, what color dress is she wearing? Like, it’s not white or red, is it?”

There were two types of ghostly women in the stories: the lady in red, a spirit of vengeance, and the lady in white, a victim.

But the girl I saw--she was wearing pink, somewhere in-between. A victim and an avenger. Or perhaps neither.

“No, no.” I shook my head. “It’s. . . Well, it’s me. But me from like, the Before Times. Y’know, before I went crazy with the scissors.”

I made a snipping motion with my fingers, and Diana laughed.

It was an uneasy laugh, but it was still something.

“I’ve never heard of ghosts like that before.” Diana frowned. “Maybe it’s some shape-shifting ghost or something. I mean, it can’t be you, obviously, because--”

She cut off with a gesture towards me at the camera.

“I’m not dead yet.” It tumbled out of my mouth, much more serious than I’d intended it.

“Right.” She met my eyes through the camera before looking away quickly as silence filled the call.

We didn’t need to speak about how death was with us everywhere, now. Even if there wasn’t a ghost, the Grim Reaper was always standing over our shoulders, the end inevitable if we dared to step outdoors.

“Well, I’ll see what I can find on shapeshifting ghosts and stuff.” Diana managed a weak smile. “Too bad we couldn’t hunt the ghost together, right? Just like old times?”

“Yeah.” My eyes burned, but I managed somehow to keep them back and smile. “We’d make popcorn and get it all over my room, and we’d go swimming when Mom and Dad went to sleep--”

“Just the two of us, outside in the moonlight, alone in the world.” Diana’s smile grew. “We should do it again, when all of this is over.”

If it’s ever over.

“We should,” I agreed. “I miss you.”

Diana laughed, even though I said nothing funny. “Me too, Corey.”

She glanced over her shoulder, before returning to me. “Hey, Mom’s calling me to dinner, I’ve gotta go. Same time next week?”

“You know it. See you then.”

The screen went black before me, and I was left only with the void of fear that was ever-present, threatening to consume me.

What if this is the last time we see each other at all? What if we never see each other in-person again? What if in two weeks, you’ll go where I can’t follow? Will you haunt me too?

I inhaled sharply and pushed myself away from the desk. Not that it did any good, because I would never be able to escape these thoughts, because they were everywhere, hand-in-hand with death, in my own brain.

...

That night I dreamed that I danced with Hades. A handsome errant of death, clad in black and gold with jet-black wings like the dark mirror of an angel’s, we waltzed together in the River Styx. Ghosts clawed at the flower-clad hem of my skirts, desperate to touch something alive. I was breathing when they had their chance ripped from them.

My heart beat so fast, and I had to keep dancing, had to keep moving with Hades or else surely the ghosts would pull me into the River Styx too, would drown me with the weight of tragedy and misfortune in the world.

I woke when I missed a step and my heart beat so fast that it hurt. I sat there in the dark, heart racing for a danger that was invisible and omnipresent.

That’s when I caught sight of her again--the girl. She disappeared as soon as she came, and I knew I couldn’t avoid it any longer.

The full moon was shining through. The first full moon of September, of early autumn. Two omens of a time when spirits came alive, when the worlds between the living and the dead were one and the same once more.

I got out of bed. I would face my ghost so I could finally go on living, and not surviving.

I stepped outside at midnight. The breeze had picked up, raising all the little hairs on my arms and legs, as I hadn’t bothered to shave since I’d first had to hide away from the world.

I knew I shouldn’t be out here without an adult or anything, but death was already everywhere--what did it matter that he was at the lake at night, too?

I stood in the water with the light of the moon, my arms folded across my chest in some attempt to preserve warmth. I should have brought a hoodie or something, but I couldn’t bring myself to even grab one off a hanger in my closet.

Pathetic. I’m sure I give my parents so much faith for my future.

I laughed, but it sounded like a sob.

This wasn’t helping, I’d decided. I wasn’t seeing my ghost. It didn’t even bring back the joy of nostalgia.

All I felt was the overwhelming sorrow I fought so hard to keep at bay. I had seen the lake shift seasons so many times in my exile. Spring, summer, autumn. The world came back to life--but I didn’t.

I would always be trapped here, with fear and death and sorrow as my only companions.

I felt a hand on my shoulder--and like before, I turned around as I had so many times before. But this time, there was someone standing there. The girl--me--stood before me, her feet in the water, a sympathetic smile on her face.

“I was wondering when you’d make it.” She kicked at the water. “It took forever for you to finally get the message.”

“I don’t understand.” I tilted my head. “Who are you?”

“I thought that was obvious.” She raised an eyebrow. “I mean, we have the same face. I’m you, Corey.”

I snorted. “Not anymore.”

“I guess that’s true.” She looked away, to the moon’s reflection on the water. “Or else I wouldn’t be here, like this, would I?”

“I wouldn’t know, I’m not exactly the type to believe in ghosts anymore.” I looked her up and down. “Or whatever you are, exactly.”

“Ghost is the right word.” She leaned down to pick up a rock.

“So what, then?” I could not understand the anger and resentment rising in my chest like a volcano building to eruption. “I’m not dead.”

“I think you know why I exist.” She met my eyes.

I felt as if my heart had come up into my throat, I struggled to form the words. “A part of me died, then. I don’t remember when.”

She threw the rock--it skipped three times before plummeting into the depths of the water. “It wasn’t one day, or all at once. It was several months, before I went.”

“That was it, then,” I mused aloud. “I was right. I’m never going to be the same after this, am I?”

“How could anyone be?” She shrugged and leaned down to pick up another rock. “It’s not your fault, that I couldn’t survive this.”

I blinked. Once, twice--but it couldn’t stop the burning. All of these emotions that I’d buried and become numb to after months of trying to suppress them came rushing to the surface.

The tears finally came like rain. My shoulders shook and I was blinded by the salt and the water.

“It’s alright,” said the ghost of the girl from Before. “I just wanted you to know that. It’s going to be okay.”

I swiped at my tears, finally able to see again. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m not staying here because I want to.” She picked up another rock to skip. “You’re the one that keeps holding on. Or I wouldn’t be here. So I’m telling you that it’s okay. You’ve changed--you can let me go. I know I’m never coming back. It’ll be okay.”

There had been something else, dancing with the fear, the anger, the resentment.

The guilt, that I wasn’t the girl I was before and would never be again.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“It’s okay,” she repeated. “It will be okay.”

“How can you possibly know that?”

She shrugged. “I somehow always did. Maybe you’ll know that someday again, too.”

Someday.

Persephone languished at first in the winters with the dead. But it got better, she’d gotten better when she knew that spring would come.

“I think I will be okay.” It was a promise. One I did not fully believe, not yet. But one that it was critical to make. “Maybe someday this part of me will be something I can leave behind, too.”

The ghost smiled. “I hope to see you then.”

We embraced, and she disappeared upon moonbeams and the cool lake breeze. I loomed down to the water. This time, only my reflection stared back at me. My hair was growing out and there was a light in my eyes again.

I’d never get back what I lost. I could never spit out the pomegranate seeds that were forced down my throat. Perhaps like Persephone, a part of me would always be trapped here, at the end of the world.

But spring will come and I too will come back to life.

#short story #short stories #my writing #wip: pomegranate elegy #I Think I Understand Persephone Now

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solarwonux · 1 year ago

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deadspace2411 · 5 months ago

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Terrifying Encounters in Dead Space

Yo, on the USG Ishimura, ain't no safe spots and no escaping. Even in rooms with Save Stations and Stores, you can't be chill 'cause a Lurker or Slasher might pop up. It keeps you on edge, ready to react at any moment, just like when you're exploring to buy Xbox games with the right mix of suspense and adrenaline. This constant insecurity vibes well with the sick combat system that Dead Space is known for. Forget headshots, it's all about dismembering those Necromorphs. Abilities like Stasis and Kinesis let you slow down and impale them with everyday stuff, making combat hectic at first. Once you get the hang, though, you can get mad creative slaying hordes. Dead Space's 'Intensity Director' is clutch, yo. Enemies spawn differently and lighting and sound mess with your head, making each fight unique. You never know what's next, and paired with a spooky soundtrack, Dead Space really gets deep under your skin, just like it does with Isaac. The music in Dead Space hits you hard, like John Carpenter vibes, but not just in danger scenes. It creeps up on you, freaking you out even in safe moments. Dead Space keeps you hyped with crescendos and fast beats, always keeping you guessing. What was that shadow? Why's Nicole talking about Isaac 'making everyone whole again'? Mind games, man. The plot in Dead Space is lit, no cheap scares, just pure tension. It's like a master class in horror, even years after it dropped. Like, imagine stepping into an elevator, thinking you're good, then bam, Necromorph breaking in and you're spitting out your drink. Or a quiet hallway turns into a panic when a turbine goes off. Edge of your seat stuff, always.

Immersive Thrills and Uneven Pacing in Dead Space

And those are just a couple of basic scares that keep you glued to Isaac and the USG Ishimura, as you contemplate where to buy PS5 games non-stop. Dead Space has loads more thrills packed in, but you gotta experience it to get it. When the music's not tricking you into feeling safe or you're not battling acid-spitting babies crawling walls, you're soaking in the vibes. The lighting, the fog, that grainy film effect. And get this, no UI at all. Dead Space really knows how to keep you fully in it. Until, you know, later in the game. By Chapter 7, things got messy and repetitive. The smooth pace turned into a blur; it felt like every other room was a quarantine zone with hordes coming at me. After that, it was like the puzzles were endless and combat was on repeat. The repetitive tasks kinda messed with my vibe in the second half, but weirdly, it sorta added to Dead Space's charm. Imagine how Isaac must feel by the time you hit the final chapter. His headspace deteriorates as the game goes on, and getting to those last bits with both you and Isaac feeling pretty beat really made his journey hit home. But even with me making excuses for the grind, there were other issues too. My game straight-up crashed a few times on Xbox Series S, mostly when I bit it, forcing me to restart. Plus, the enemies were glitching like crazy, totally breaking the carefully built world vibe.

Heart-Pounding Immersion

Enemies would sometimes just stand there, staring blankly, and when I offed one in a tight spot like a doorway or corner, its body would freak out—spasming or even flying across the room in the worst cases. It made battling Necromorphs confusing as heck, often making me stomp the whole room to be sure everything was dead. But hey, Dead Space’s auto-save was a lifesaver, though I hope they fix these annoying glitches soon. And let’s talk about Isaac, our space engineer hero. This time, he actually talks, which adds some personality and emotion. He really amps up the tension—like when I faced The Hunter or dealt with that creepy Dr. Mercer. After a break, I realized I hadn’t paused the game after saving, and I swear, I could hear my heart racing, until I checked my BPM and realized it was Isaac’s heart in my ears. I was shook, but it was just the game messing with my head.

Horror Mastery: Unrivaled Suspense

Dead Space doesn’t just put you in Isaac’s shoes; it throws you right into his mind. You’re constantly doubting what’s real, feeling every nerve-racking moment aboard the USG Ishimura. It’s a masterclass in horror, keeping you on edge and never letting you forget where you are. Other horror games could definitely learn a thing or two from its suspense and dread.

#Dead Space

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madisonrooney · 2 years ago

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been getting more and more emotionally and socially drained by work. ik people on here joke a lot about like “i hate being perceived and seen and known” and all that but i honestly have felt that way a lot of my life, and when you work in retail, youre constantly in view and being watched yknow?

sure i went to school for a big chunk of my life but at least in college when the mental illness really started fleshing out, i could just hide in the back of the class on my computer and an entire semester would go by without my classmates learning pretty much anything about me. now its not only customers but coworkers, youll say some embarrassing shit, which isnt uncommon when youre there as many hours as you are since you start to get rambly, and you cant just shrug it off bc guess what youll see them again tomorrow and the next day and the next day...

ive already had to leave early bc of panic attacks on two different occasions. ive already cried while out on the floor. ive already cried in front of multiple leads and managers. and again, you have to face them again and god its humiliating.

i just constantly find myself needing time in complete isolation and silence to recuperate, but not having much of it. typically, i only have 2-3 hours after i get home to do anything before i go to bed, and it usually takes me that much time just to catch up on my social media. even if i forgo that for a night, with my attention span, i still cant get much of anything done.

plus im typically busy on any and all of my days off

i just. would really love to have like a week where i just do not have to be seen by a single other person, or at least my public outings can be anonymous like shopping or something. i feel my best on days like that. during quarantine, i honestly had no problem not seeing anyone else besides my parents for more than a year. if anything, i got sick of my parents lol. id spend months on end on my own and dont remember having much of a problem at all with it. sure, id want to remotely hang out with friends, but that would feel more comfortable bc i didnt necesarilly have to be on camera and i could end it whenever i wanted to. i remember going 13 days without setting foot out of my front door and i honestly loved it.

anyway im getting off topic. going back to the matter at hand, i guess my brain is just trained to think that im gonna get a “summer break” at some point but i wont. i feel like i need something like that but idk if i can get it. even if i had my own events going on, it would be nice to have a few days in between where i just had nothing going on, which is what my summers used to be like.

bottom line is this doesnt have to do with my job specifically, its just jobs like this in general. i think in serious enough cases, im good at not just taking what i get but getting what i want out of a situation and i would say thats the case here. im not complaining bc i should have a different job and just dont feel like getting one, im complaining bc capitalism is just inherently like this. my job checks all the main boxes for me: i get pretty much all the days off that i want, the hours are late so it works with my whack sleep schedule, and its not a creative job where theres work to take home, it ends at a certain hour and then you dont have to think about it until you come back, which is p much necessary for my ocd. anything beyond those three factors matters much less. so yah, its the best i can get all things considered, but it still has its issues.

the one potential thing that could get me less social interaction would be training to work in the back, but i mean id still have to socialize with coworkers, plus ive heard you kinda make your own schedule back there so haha thats a no go for my ocd. it also seems too physical for me.

#ramble a rooney #i try not to post work rants here but eh #this is like 99% for personal use but might as well post if anyone cares #retail life

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nofacednerd · 5 months ago

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Finished ACOFAF and.... It was also just okay for me tbh

Two things to know about me: I'm aromantic and I love fae lore.

Two things about ACOFAF: It's very heavy handed in it's romance tropes and, honestly, there's very little to do with fae lore that I was hoping would be there.

Firstly, the lore: I got really excited going into a season about Fae courts because there's sooooooooo much trickery and clever wordplay that Faeries and known for, and I assumed it would be part of the games mechanics (like having to be careful about what you/the npcs say and getting creative about how the players speak to each other) but that.... didn't really happen. I thought Gwyn's plotline at first was that she was secretly a human that infiltrated a court and had to blend in, but that didn't actually happen. In general, there was zero talk about like. Faerie/Human relationships or changelings or anything like that (beyond a few throwaway lines about Binx being a warlock patron and Chirp's family). I got really excited when Wanessa showed up out of the blue, but she didn't really end up doing anything and all of the players just sort of forgot about her after the first episode she was in.

Two, the romance: It just.... Didn't do anything for me, yknow? I'm sorry to say this. Perhaps a controversial take. But I didn't care about Hob x Rue. Not that I didn't ship them I guess, just that I didn't actually care about their tragic romance plotline. Binx and Andhera felt very last minute to me as well. I thought Wuvvy was going to be a jealous rival for Hob and turn into a bad guy, so I am glad that her platonic feelings for Rue were genuine.

In terms of characters, I really liked Binx and Andhera. What can I say I have a type (the type is the most loser awkward guy in the room). I thought Andhera was mostly just fun, there for a good time, and just a genuinely kind guy while Binx's story was really good. The cousins were just okay for me, they were the comedic relief this season.

I thought the mechanics were fun, for the most part, if a little unbalanced. I liked the "you get a trinket for good roleplaying" thing (on a less experienced table, it would be a great way to encourage people to roleplay together) and I double thought that burning a trinket (and metaphorically burning that relationship moment) to get advantage was a cool mechanic too. The 'how people view you' mechanic wasn't very balanced to me tbh it was unclear how it was determined and I think that it was far too easy to make it move up for it to really add anything (plus no one got treated any differently by NPCs for it anyway?)

On the note of NPCs though-- I think one of Aabria's biggest strengths and weaknesses of her DMing is how she treats NPCs. All of them are very... same-y? I guess? and more often than not they fall to the wayside and don't super provide anything extra to the game. It's good, because she gives a lot of space to the players to control the game (instead of an NPC telling them what to do) but it also means none of the NPCs are particularly memorable. Wuvvy is an exception, mostly because Rue had a lot of control over her, but even then towards the last few episodes, she fell back to the wayside to give room to the players and only showed up at the very very end.

In general, I think it just wasn't particularly my cup of metaphorical tea. Rick Perry fucking popped OFF with the set though. It's like after quarantine ended, the art department went feral and decided to just go balls to the wall bonkers with the set design.

best to worst (for me) it's: Fantasy High (Freshman-Junior Year) -> Starstruck Odyssey -> Mice and Murder -> MisMag -> ACOFAF -> The Seven -> Unsleeping City 1 -> Unsleeping City 2

Next is Neverafter. We're slowly getting caught up! Just 3 more until I'm caught up with NSBU.

Okay so my summer goal has been to catch up on all the seasons of Dimension 20 that I've been wanting to watch but haven't been able to, so I'm going to ramble about my thoughts here

This is all just opinion so pls don't get mad at me if I don't like your favorite season :(

I've already watched all of Fantasy High (the main seasons, not The Seven) and that, so far, is probably my favorite? I think all of the characters are enjoyable, the setting is fun, the players all work really well together and the mysteries are interesting.

ALSO I've already seen Misfits and Magic, which is also pretty good! I like the Kids on Bikes system in general, Aabria is a wonderful DM, and I think Brennan as a player is really funny. My only real complaint about it is that I feel like some of the players kind of took a backseat most of the time and the story was basically just to make fun of Harry Potter the entire time, so it didn't super interest me as much. Other than that I thought the season was fun, I liked the characters and the players.

so far from best to worst (for me) it's: Fantasy High (Freshman-Junior Year) -> MisMag

#long post #sorry 2 gay people for not liking the ultra queer romance season :(

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stoplookingupforheaven · 5 years ago

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fast

“She’s fast.”

(I’m eight years old, chasing a soccer ball over the field. Kicking it every direction but the one I want it to go. I hate getting up early on the weekends. My parents tell me they’re proud of me. We lose every game. My coach tells me to think before I pass, tells me “gentle touches on the ball.” I only ever get to play midfield. I don’t mind. I hate PE. I like art. I have lots of friends. I’m good at school. I don’t think anyone minds.)

“She’s fast.”

(I’m nine years old, in the back of my class, kicking my shoe along the ground. We have to run two laps around the school playground. Half a mile. My friend swears she’s going to walk the whole thing. I tell her she’ll get in trouble. She says she doesn’t care. I try hard in PE. I’m too scared of what my teacher will say if I don’t. Everyone running ahead of me is too slow. I pass all the meanest boys, the ones who call me “know-it-all” when they think I can’t hear. Everyone looks at me funny when I win. I’ve never been the best at anything in PE. It feels good to be the best.)

“She’s fast.”

(I’m eleven years old, trying not to cover my ears at the sight of my first-ever starting gun. I hate loud noises. The high school track stains my shoes. They’re the same shoes I wear to school. I got my braces tightened yesterday. My mouth hurts. The gun’s too loud. I win a green ribbon. Fifth place. I’m afraid it’s not good enough, because I won at school. I don’t have as many friends now, and I want people to like me again. My mom makes me pose for a picture with a boy I know. We’re “family friends.” I don’t know what that means, except that our parents like to get together and I have to play nice. He got fifth place too. I hate him. I don’t want to be fast if it means I have to take pictures with boys.)

“She’s really fast.”

(I’m twelve years old, running with all my might uphill towards a finish line. It's the district championships. I win fifth place. I get a medal. My school wins the championships. We scream when we get our trophy. There’s a dance that night. I have new friends now. They’re nice, but they don’t like running. They laugh when I tell them I won fifth. I feel funny. I’m probably just tired. I dance anyway. They play “We Are The Champions” for us later and we walk down the halls. Everyone cheers. No one understands cross country. They just hear “first place.” I ignore the other girl from my class on the cross-country team. She’s smart and she likes Harry Potter. We’re the same person. We can’t be friends.)

“She’s really fast.”

(I’m thirteen, doubled over at the district track meet. I’m the mile champion. I wear a purple hoodie to accept my blue ribbon. My sort-of boyfriend gives me a hug. I pray my mom doesn’t see, since I’m not allowed to date yet. We hold hands on the bus ride home. People tell me “good job.” I smile and say “thank you.” The girl from cross country is there too. She gives me a big hug. My mom makes us take a picture. She’s smart and she likes Harry Potter. We’re the same person. We’re best friends. People say I’m good at everything I do and I can be anything I want to be. I don’t want to disappoint them, so I try to do everything at once and be good at all of it.)

“She’s really fast.”

(I’m fifteen. I ran varsity cross country as a freshman. I have special shoes to race with now. I get a varsity letter. I get the Outstanding Freshman Award. Everyone says I’m going to be the fastest on the team someday. My ex-boyfriend - the one from middle school - doesn’t say a word to me. He dumped me over text. I’m still angry. We haven’t spoken in months. I have more new friends. They don’t laugh when I tell them how I did. They say “that’s awesome.” They wear tutus to the regional championships and make signs for me. I love them with all my heart. I’m kind of tired of being good at everything, but I can’t not be good at running. I don’t know how.)

“She’s fast.”

(I’m seventeen, and I haven’t run a PR all season. I feel sluggish. Nauseous. My coach is tired of asking me to give more effort. He praises the efforts of the freshmen who are running PRs effortlessly. He doesn’t believe me when I say that I’m tired, that something’s wrong. My mom says that feeling this tired and sad is called depression. My doctor tells me I should go to therapy. I don’t see how that will make me want to get up in the morning, but I do it anyway. Colleges want me to come visit. I throw away the mail unopened. I don’t want to run anymore. I’m tired of disappointing people.)

“She’s fast.”

(I’m eighteen and I want to throw up. I feel sick all the time. I don’t eat breakfast. Sometimes I don’t eat lunch. My teammates hate me; I hate them too. I don’t speak to anyone at practice anymore. I just show up and run, but even that isn’t enough. I skip a meet to go see Bastille in concert. It’s better than any part of that season. My coach tells my mom I have a bad attitude. My mom tells me that my coach isn’t being fair. She believes me when I tell her I feel sick. I answer a college’s email. I talk to the coach. He sounds nice. I never thought about going to school in Wisconsin. I start counting down the days until I never have to run again. I wish it was fun like freshman year.)

“She’s fast.”

(I’m still eighteen. I got into my dream school and I might get to go there. My high school coach struggles to compliment me at the banquet. I wish he’d asked one of the assistant coaches to talk about me. I get a varsity letter. I don’t get a special award. I sit with the seniors, not the varsity squad. The girls think I’m snubbing them. They’re right. I go to a million doctor’s offices. Hear words like “anemia” and “Celiac disease.” Everyone tells me it’s all in my head, that I need to stop psyching myself out, that I’ve got so much potential if I could just believe in myself. I end up in the hospital for a biopsy of my intestine. It is dead inside. I get gelato for breakfast. I stop eating gluten. I wonder if I’ll ever be fast again.)

“She’s fast.”

(I’m healing. I feel alive again. I’m going to be an athlete in college. My future teammates all send me messages of congratulations. I already feel like I’m part of a family. My high school teammate is running in college too. She gets congratulations on social media from half our grade. I get ice cream with my mom. She’s popular. I’m not. I don’t care. My friends tell me congratulations and give me hugs. They don’t like running, but they’re proud of me anyway. My high school coach sends out weekly workouts. I ignore them and do what my college coach tells me. I don’t feel sick anymore. I feel powerful. I feel happy. I feel fast.)

I am fast.

#quarantine got me feeling creative i guess #poetry #prose poetry #or #alternatively #a rant by me #running #distance running #tw mentions of depression #rain writes

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cherrykindness · 4 years ago

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let's make babies |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: you and harry are doing a live on instagram, you've drunk a lot of wine and now the world knows that the future Mrs. Styles is ready to make babies.

warnings: mostly cute, but the title tells you what you need to know 🤪

"What is your favorite song from the Fine Line album?" Y/N read aloud, twirling in her right hand the second glass of wine of the evening, the one already halfway through. "Adore You and Watermelon Sugar, of course."

Harry giggled, rolling his eyes upon hearing his fiancée's statement.

"Y/N will always choose Adore You because it was obviously written for her." He accused. "She wouldn't give that answer under different circumstances."

The comments climbed up the screen continuously, most fans gushing about how cute Harry Styles and YN/LN could be while the other part was concerned with wringing even more information out of the slightly inebriated couple who had decided to do a surprise live one early Sunday morning.

As expected after being away for some time to begin filming Don't Worry, Darling in Southern California, Harry enjoyed a lazy weekend in the house he shared with his fiancée and her pets. The days were filled with late naps and relentless Netflix marathons, sublime and ethereal evenings, marked mostly by unexpected declarations and rounds of sex that used to last until the beams of light were shyly coming through the linen curtains. They were not a monotonous couple, so this order could easily be changed.

"Watermelon Sugar is nothing more than about my love for watermelons, don't get too creative." Harry replied to a fan while sporting a corner smile, the message standing out among the rest for its dozens of emojis and large print, questioning the singer about erotic content behind the lyrics of his latest hit. "I really don't know what you guys are talking about."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head before leaning it against her fiancé's chest, propped up on the soft white pillows that were spread practically all over the bed. The air conditioner was on at a minimal temperature and a light rain whipped on the panes of glass camouflaged by the cream-colored curtain, that being the projection of Y/N's favorite nights.

"You can tell them, I'm not shy." She joked, nudging her fiancé's waist.

"You know what it was written about and who it was written for." Harry replied, raising one of his eyebrows. "That's what matters."

It went without saying that much of Harry's newest album, as well as some of his earlier work, had been done in exclusive dedication to his future wife. Y/N had been the muse for a vast repertoire of romantic songs, and even though the singer preferred to keep the story behind his more explicit compositions a "secret", the relationship the two had shared for more than three years was already solid and known enough for the media and fans to distinguish hidden messages in small details.

"It's a song about what usually comes before the act of making babies." Y/N laughed as he pointed at the display. "Honestly, you guys are impossible."

"No, we make babies every day." Harry joked, making a funny motion with his eyebrows. "I would spend my entire career writing just about that."

"Harry!" The actress exclaimed incredulously, slapping her fiancé weakly on the chest. "Children might be watching this."

"You don't want to have babies with me?" He asked falsely offended, accepting the cup that Y/N offered him. "Because I want some babies with you."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes as she watched the internet freak out at the dialogue that had suddenly emerged. Since the beginning of the quarantine, it was kind of inevitable that the couple of artists would not become the darlings of all social media; they were fervently active with photos, videos, and lives that depicted step by step daily life in isolation, gaining more and more followers and making the media more and more fascinated by the relationship they both shared.

The wedding was scheduled for the summer of next year and it was perhaps the most anticipated event in the tabloids. Bets about what the model of Y/N's dress would be and lists presuming who would be selected for the short list of guests stood out among countless news stories about the famous people influencing pop culture today.

The possible arrival of a Styles baby was an inevitable topic in interviews. Harry and Niall were the only members of the ex-boyband that had not become fathers yet, and because they had maintained a solid relationship and were seen as one of the most enviable couples during the last four years, Y/N and Harry had gotten used to all this openly asked questions. They didn't mind, they even had fun with the montages and all the anxiety that dominated the whole internet, often mentioning the fandoms' efforts to represent them as such "cool" parents in perfectly edited pictures.

"No, guys, I'm not pregnant." Y/N amusingly clarified the doubt of dozens of new comments. "Please don't believe so many controversial news stories that appear out there. I was on twitter last week and saw several people theorizing about a possible pregnancy, most of the arguments based on a website that used photos from the set of How to Get Away with Murder in the season where I was actually playing a pregnant woman as Laurel." She laughed. "It's so funny! I know you guys love to guess these things, but we won't hide something so special when it actually happen, I promise."

"Especially because Y/N can hide absolutely nothing from anyone." Harry accused, leaving his drink on the corner table before settling into a comfortable position for the two of them. "Anyone who's a Marvel fan knows that. That's one of her most characteristic quirks."

"They gave me a fake script for the last two movies." Y/N agreed, shaking his head. "For me and Tom."

"We agreed to keep the engagement a secret for a while. The plan was to travel to Holmes Chapel to break the news to my family in person, but guess who got a call at ten o'clock at night from an angry Anne because she learned of her son's engagement from an interview Y/N gave the next day?"

Y/N gave a guilty smile, winking gracefully at the camera. "It was all James' fault! I'm sure he already suspected something, those questions were very suspicious."

"Of course the questions were suspicious, babe. You literally said you had a secret that involved both of us but that you couldn't tell because it was important that our families knew first."

"I thought he would think about a pregnancy or something!" The actress defended herself, feeling very convincing in her intonation bordering on obviousness. "That's a mania I can't get rid of, it's in my genes."

"Did you all hear that? Further proof that you guys don't have to worry about guessing when Y/N's pregnancy will be, I'm sure our baby will make sure to tell you everything while still in the womb, mom's genes will make sure of that."

"You are so funny, Harry Styles." Y/N sarcastically stated, holding back a giggle as countless messages with laughing emojis were frantically up. "Yeah, I know I talk a lot and all, but you have annoying quirks too."

It was obvious that live would be news the next day. Although they were completely open about matters concerning their relationship, nothing seemed better than receiving so much exclusive information from a Harry and S/N drunk on expensive wine.

"You wake up in a bad mood and you're dangerously sexy, that should be illegal."

Harry laughed, holding his fiancée's waist a little tighter as he felt her tumble a little further to the side, getting closer and closer to the edge of the bed. Y/N was dangerously weak for drinks, and the singer knew that the actress' body was already near its limit.

"You're the only sexy person here, love." He declared with a corner smile, evidently finding the whole situation funny. "Do you want to go to sleep now?"

"No." Y/N shook her head. "Can we watch some movie? Can we watch Sweet Home?"

"Of course, love." He murmured, giving the woman a quick kiss on the forehead.

Even though Harry knew that his fiancée was unlikely to make it past the five-minute mark of the episode, he made sure to restart the korean series at exactly the scene where she had stopped, the first chapter still halfway through after Y/N realized that it would be impossible to watch such a macabre work without a drop of alcohol in her blood.

She had been so excited by the taste of Argentinian wine and the idea of updating her fans after a few weeks away, that she had forgotten the main purpose of the live. Harry and Y/N had been apart for a few days due to the new movie the Brit was shooting in North America, all happening in an unrestrictedly careful manner due to the restrictions caused by the pandemic.

He was slowly migrating towards acting and the future Mrs. Styles couldn't be prouder. Y/N had felt on cloud nine when Harry had given her the news of his upcoming job, but her only pronouncement on the subject had been a succinct post on instagram. Just a photo of the couple on a trip to Germany with a simple heart emoji didn't seem enough for the actress' exhibitionist soul, and coming to that conclusion was the main reason she decided to invite him, already relatively changed, for a live appearance. Y/N wanted to go on and on about how much she loved that man and work on that whole honeyed speech that would bring her (once again) the title of "cutest bride of all time," but of course Harry had to come home from his trip with his favorite red wine and poison her with those sweet caresses that took her out of orbit, turning the degree of alcohol content into the least of her problems.

"You're going to kiss Florence." Y/N exclaimed suddenly, as if only now realizing that her fiancé would share the screen with Florence Pugh, one of her closest friends in that industry. "Kiss on the mouth."

The MacBook was still open and hundreds of new comments were going up every second, but Harry didn't bother one bit to warn her about the possibility of her becoming a meme the next day. He was having too much fun with the situation to worry.

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes." She stated with a pout. "I am jealous, I just don't know if I'm more jealous of her or of you."

"But you kiss me every day, babe." Harry laughed. "And you've been kissing other people's men for almost ten years." He joked.

"But I only think about you, I already told you that."

Harry shook his head negatively at the camera, knowing he was sharing with the fans the funniest side of his fiancée.

"I know that, honey." He assured, lightly stroking the actress' back. "I think we'd better turn off the TV and go to sleep now, I'm sure you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow."

The brit planned to bid his audience goodbye and put an end to that recording, but Y/N was drunk and her sense of right and wrong had already gone to space. Harry should have been quicker, however, because his fiancée's speech would be cause for new tags and the only subject for the interviewers for at least the next few months.

"I don't want to sleep, how about we make babies?"

That's what Watermelon Sugar was all about, after all.

#harry styles imagine #imagine1d #imagine harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #fluffy imagine #harry fluff #actress reader

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justletmeplayminecraft · 3 years ago

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I also love the mumbo lag jokes, but it also makes me think in sense of worldbuilding, like theres afking and logging out and theyre voluntary but wouldnt crashing/lagging be so painful? Your stuck unmoving while the world pushes in on you, you cannot withstand the force of the worlds pressure so u cave in and involuntarily disappear from the world for a moment (also I think the fact mumbo could crash a server is so fun lore wise as well) // sorry to ramble lol hope ur doing well :)

I always think it's curious: where does a player go when they crash? I imagine the logical answer is back to a 'safe' world. Maybe their creative test world, a survival world, maybe even another server. Disorientated, probably still a bit hazy. Before realising what's happened and groaning.

If they're stuck in lagged chunks for too long, do they experience phantom lag for a while? Like how after going on a ride, sometimes you'll sit down afterwards and feel the motions in your head... It still feels like every movement is a fight against nothing, anticipating resistance and accidentally overshooting actions.

And lag clearly is a problem, considering many of the sub-admins' main jobs is to kick AFK players causing it. You have to wonder how Boatem experience it, when their area constantly has slight stutters. Probably get a headache if you're not careful, though I imagine they're used to it, in the strange way Boatem tends to be.

And especially with the new rendering mechanics, TPS now effects how the very world loads around the hermits.

But! The idea of lag and 'forgotten hermit moments' does lead me on one hell of a tangent I shall put under the cut. We set our scene in S6, when the hermits decided to fight 100 Withers. At once.

X's episode is named 'An Epic Failure' which about sums up the events. They'd previously fought 64 Withers in Season 3, so what's 100?

Joe, Cub, X and False were fully geared up. Doc was streaming at the time and (wisely) didn't get involved. But what they didn't anticipate was the amount of lag. The frames were so low the hermits could barely get hits off, let alone move effectively. Emergency 'save frames' measures were taken (lower render distance, low particles.) I wonder how they'd translate over, too.

X guessed that the lag was caused by the number of items left on the ground. Joe was the only person who ended up actually dying. X tried writing a command to show how many withers were left and even that took forever to do. Combat, even outside the main lag zone, was difficult. Arrows weren't firing correctly. Eating food took ages. If you want an exploration on the effects of lag: this is an episode to watch.

They got a few withers, but the Wither tornado remained in unloaded chunks throughout the season, with people occasionally dropping in to pick some off.

And you can only imagine how oppressive the lag must have felt. It was inhibiting. Moving was a struggle, eating, firing a bow. Typing commands. The entire world is stuttering, or maybe you are. There's consideration into whether the server needs rolling back. Those chunks become quarantined to keep the mass of entities causing the lag at bay.

(And because I love my Legacy lore, Pearl's reaction upon finding that one out after dealing with the catastrophic effects of the Withering Energy on Legacy.)

Anyway yes. Lag is one hell of a beast and I would love to see more world building around it.

#hermitcraft #hc #season six withernado my beloved #i see ppl referencing grian spawning withers for games p often but this gets forgotten about #i think cause a lot of ppl new to the fandom only know key events of S6 #and the facts it's four of like. not smaller hermits but not the usual suspects ppl new to the fandom now #if you get what i mean #but lag is such an interesting mechanic and id honestly love more world building around it #what happens when it's so laggy you can't properly write commands anymore?#x has the suggestion function #but his spelling is questionable at times #gotta pull out the big boy console #which is an adventure in Itself #i just hhhh #there's so much cool stuff #realised i didn't answer how im doing so. not great! i have no motivation to do anything!#but im like. idk. ill figure things out eventually. ive already managed more today than i have for a while so

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yoonieper · 3 years ago

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High Times | KTH

Never felt higher.

ꕥ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

ꕥ Genre: Photographer!Tae, Painter!Reader, Stoner!Tae, Stoner!Reader, smut, fluff

ꕥ Rated: SA for Stoned Age (❀)

ꕥ Warnings: Drug use, established relationship, soft fluff, public nudity (kinda), soft ass sex, they’re in love omg, toothrooting fluff, a bit of mutual masturbation, fingering, oral (m. receiving), spanking, dirty talk, did I say they were in love?, fucking with feelings, Tae seriously wants to marry you, time to cry yall

ꕥ Word Count: 9.2k

ꕥ Summary: When quarantine ruins your plans for 4/20, your boyfriend gets an idea in the hopes of clearing his creative block. Sex and weed had always been a good combination for the both of you.

ꕥ Now Playing: Cigarettes After Sex (I recommend listening to the whole album while you read~)

ꕥ Author’s Note: This is by far the greatest title I’ve ever came up with… anyway, this was actually supposed to come out on 4/20 of last year but that never happened 🤡… I might make a part 2… I have some ideas, but let me know if you guys would be interested in that~ This school year was the worst but it’s summer and I can finally get back to it! Enjoy~

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much : D

**Bold words are Korean**

Today was a day you and Taehyung have been planning for, for a while. You both had been respectable weed users for some time now so 4/20 had always been the day. The day where you would meet up with all your friends, bring out your best weed, get high, and embrace the long expired meme. You and Taehyung had been placed in charge of planning this year’s party since last year, and everything was set to be one of the most memorable gatherings days of your lives, until a certain virus got in the way, ruining your plans.

Now here you both were. Instead of hosting the greatest party ever, you were laying on the bed in your little New York apartment, high, and with this random video you found of strangers kissing for the first time playing in the background. Yep, this day definitely took an unexpected turn.

“Taehyung look~” you laughed pointing at your TV screen. The couple were practically trying to swallow each other's faces, it made you both disgusted and proved hilarious all at the same time. The weed just made the sight even more amusing.

When he didn’t say anything you turned toward him to see him taking a long drag of his blunt, with a gaze that over the years you have come to be quite familiar with.

He was thinking.

You leaned over and placed a light peck on his cheek, and smiled when you saw his dazed expression turn into one filled with adoration. “What’s on your mind?” you asked curiously. You saw Taehyung thinking about his answer.

“You” he giggled after some time. You laughed along with him, but after all the time spent together, you could tell that wasn’t it.

“As much as I wished that were true, tell me what’s really on your mind, you seem kinda down,” you asked slightly concerned.

He laid down further in the bed and sighed. You propped yourself up and began moving the long strands of hair out of his face. You were amazed at how long it’s gotten.

After Jungkook, a mutual friend, started growing his hair out longer, your boyfriend had gotten the great idea to join him after saying he liked how it looked. Last week he also got the idea to get a perm. You were against it at first, but when he came home with his pretty long curls, well, let’s just say you were definitely expressive about liking his new look.

“I can’t stop thinking about everything…” he pouts, taking another drag of the blunt. You continued playing with his hair. “What's ‘everything’ supposed to mean?” You asked. He sighed “My career I guess… This block is making me question things.” Taehyung held up his blunt “This isn’t helping like it usually does,” he sighed.

You and Taehyung were pretty casual users of the good old Mary J. You both only ever really smoked with your friends, at social events where it was available, or in some cases, when you were really in need of ideas.

“Tae, you shouldn’t get hung up on this. Think of this as a little break for your brain~ You’ve always pushed it so hard coming up with the perfect angles, the perfect subjects, the perfect lighting, the perfect everything. Taehyung, when the idea’s right it’ll come to you, I promise~” You reassured.

As your words hung in the air, Taehyung sat up and kissed your lips. “I love you, you know that right?” he said quite seriously. You smiled at his words “Of course~ but not as much as I love you.” Weed always makes you both sentimental.

You and Taehyung had met a few years ago at an exhibit that you both were a part of. You had come to see your work displayed and open to the public for the first time, and Tae had been standing right next to you as you admired your work.

“I’ve been looking at this all night, beautiful right?” You heard the guy next to you ask with a slight accent.

“You think so?” you smiled. Yes you played this game.

“I’m usually not an abstract art kinda guy, but there’s something about this picture… Listen to this.” The guy beside you moved closer to the artwork to look at the little card underneath it. You took this time to check him out a little bit. He was tall, dark haired, a messenger bag swung over his shoulder, and dressed like he was born in the wrong era. You didn’t even really look at his face yet, but you liked what you saw already.

“Created by Y/N Y/L/N, this work showcases how she feels in our universe. Through the use of powerful colors and big brush strokes, the abstract work shows how small every problem, every bad day, every obstacle is in the grand scheme of the eyes of the universe.” The man read. He stepped back and looked harder at the image, awing at the seemingly random strokes.

“Beautiful.” The man looked back at you and smiled, but his face suddenly dropped. At first you were confused, but then you realized he must have figured it out. His eyes kept switching between the card and you standing behind him.

“You’re her?” He asked suddenly, making you laugh.

“She is I~” you did a little spin, the dress you were wearing flowing around you.

The revelation sparked conversation, as that night Taehyung had told you he had come because his work was also being displayed at this exhibit. Curious about his work, you asked him to show you.

You had both slowly walked to a different section of the exhibit, chatting along the way. You had learned that his name was Taehyung, and he had moved here to New York from South Korea a couple years ago with a friend of his (this turned out to be Jungkook) because of college, but stayed here for his job.

When you had finally made it to Taehyung’s display you were shocked to see the familiar work. Even though your passion was painting, photography had been a hobby that developed alongside it. It’s where you got a lot of your inspiration. It turned out Taehyung was ‘Vante’, someone you had admired deeply, as his work has gone on to inspire your own.

This discovery turned into more discussion eventually leading to you both leaving the exhibit and getting drinks at a local bar. You ended up chatting the night away, sparks flying the more you got to know each other. Time flew by quicker than you ever thought possible. When that moment came for the two of you to separate it was obvious that you both didn’t want that to be the last meeting.

You walked out of the bar with his jacket draped around your form. You hadn’t really expected to be out this late, so you weren’t dressed for the cool nightly weather. Sometime in the middle of your night together Taehyung had noticed you were chilly, and as cheesy as it sounds, when he handed you his jacket you were blushing like a schoolgirl.

“Soooooo,” you said as the bar became further with each step.Taehyung shyly rubbed the back of his neck but his eyes remained trained on yours. “I had a great time tonight.”

Your smile widened knowing he felt the same. “I had a really great time too.” You both giggled at the awkwardness of it.

Taehyung grabbed a hold of your hand “I-“ Suddenly someone blew their horn, making your attention turn toward the road. A beat up Chevy was pulled up right in front of the two of you. The window rolled down to reveal a man with short hair and big eyes.

“Hyung!!” The man said looking directly at Taehyung, you turned toward him to see an annoyed expression on his face.

Hands still intertwined, Taehyung guided the both of you over to the car.

“Y/N this is Jungkook,” Taehyung sighed and pointed to the man in the car. You awed, realizing this was the guy from a lot of the stories Taehyung had told you about. You put on a polite smile as you reached out your hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you,” you chuckled lightly.

Jungkook shook your hand “I hope it wasn’t all bad…” Your gaze shifted over to Taehyung as you struggled not to laugh. Jungkook’s cheerful smile faded as they landed on the older man in front of him.

“What did you say to her?” Taehyung giggled thinking back to the stories he told you. “We can talk about it later,” Jungkook just rolled his eyes.

“Anyway, are you coming? I’ve been waiting here forever. I tried calling you earlier, but it seems you were busy…” Jungkook asked with a yawn. Taehyung gnawed on his bottom lip. “Can you come back?”

Jungkook suddenly became very awake. “What?”

“Just go around the block once or twice. I-“ He leaned into the car a bit more. He knew you wouldn’t understand him, but the nerves had him doing it anyway. “I really wanna see her again and I haven’t gotten her number yet so please.”

Jungkook sighed “You really have my ass out here out here at midnight instead of calling an Uber or taxi, and you really want me to waste the gas on this.” Taehyung gave Jungkook a pleading look. “If you’re not done by the time I come back, I’m leaving you and you can find your own way back to the apartment.”

Jungkook pulled off leaving you confused. “He’s going around the block a couple times.” You nodded but you were curious as to why.

“Sorry I’ve been meaning to get my own car forever ago.” You laughed telling him it’s ok.“I just needed more time with you.” You raised your eyebrow in interest. “I wanna see you again really really bad and….” he grabbed your hands once again. “Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

Your heart skipped at the thought “I would like that a lot~” Taehyung beamed at your answer.

He took out his phone and handed it to you “I’ll text you the details” you smirked realizing this was his sly way of asking for your number.

You typed in the digits and handed it back to him. Taehyung was cheesing like an idiot when he saw the name you put into his phone. Y/N 💞.

You felt a buzz come from the little clutch you were holding. You took out your phone to see an unknown number.

(+82) XXX-XXXX

It’s me :)

Your focus turned to Taehyung who was looking at you shyly. “Had to make sure it was real, I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you,” he giggled.

Another horn honk took you both out of the moment. There was Jungkook again looking exhausted.

“Hyung, let's go!! I’m tired!” He called out.

You looked at Taehyung “You should probably go, he’s tired, I don’t wanna hold you guys up.”

Taehyung looked at you and was shocked. “You understood him?”

You nodded happily.

“Do you understand me now?” Taehyung tested. You shied away “I’m not that good, Namjoon, the friend I was telling you about taught me a few things, but I’m not fluent by any means. This is the first time I have understood anything…”

“Somehow you just keep getting better and better I-“

“I AM GOING TO LEAVE YOU!” Jungkook yelled out.

“GIVE ME A SECOND!” Taehyung yelled back.

He rolled his eyes at his friend, but turned back to you.

“So sorry he-“ Taehyung stopped when he saw you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek. “Good night~ I’ll see you soon Taehyung”

You laughed at his star struck daze. “I um- Um did you want a ride? As much as he’s complaining right now we wouldn’t mind.” Taehyung said.

“It’s ok, I live close by~”

“Are you sure? It’s really late…” Taehyung said, glancing at his watch, shocked to see it was almost one in the morning.

“Yesss now go, Jungkook might actually kill you” you laughed.

“He would never. He’s all talk, but he knows he needs me.” You smiled to yourself. Their relationship was as cute as you thought it would be from the few stories Taehyung told you about tonight. You wish you had a friend like this.

“Anyway goodnight, text me when you get home ok?” he smiled and you nodded.

You noticed his hesitation to leave but eventually he tore himself away from you and headed to his very pissed off friend.

“Wait Taehyung!” You called out when you noticed something.

You took off his jacket “I almost forgot to give this back to you.” Taehyung waved down any efforts to try and give it back to him.

“Keep it, you can give it back the next time we see each other.” He smirked.

You gripped onto the jacket tighter and smiled. “Next time then~”

Taehyung beamed and finally sped away with Jungkook.

As soon as they were out of view you nearly squealed. You were never usually so forward with guys, but Taehyung had you wanting to push the limits as much as you could.

You had made it a little ways down the street when you got a text from that same unknown number.

(+82) XXX-XXXX

This might be too soon, but I miss you already <3

It was the fourth date when Taehyung asked you to be his girlfriend. You became part of each other’s lives faster than anyone thought possible.

You quickly ended up befriending Jungkook and your friend Namjoon joined the group soon after you all had lunch together per your request. You made an effort to learn Korean in order to connect with Taehyung more and you were also a little tired of the guys talking about you behind your back, but they don’t need to know that. Before you even realized you both had moved in together in this little apartment 2 years ago, to Jungkook’s relief as he was tired of walking in on things he wasn’t meant to see. Now here you were, about 4 years since that day, with more love for each other than either of you could imagine.

“Now, stop worrying your cute little head off, lay with me, and let’s watch people eat each other’s faces!” You giggled. Taehyung nodded, sat the blunt down in the ashtray, and wrapped his arms around you.

You both began to cringe, noticing the pair who was on your screen. You took notice of how awkward it looked.

“We look better than that right?” You laughed.

“What do you mean?”

“If someone got a camera and filmed us kissing, it wouldn’t look this awkward right?”

“I don’t think I need a camera to know how well you-“ Taehyung suddenly sat up and looked down at you.

“Tae??” You asked hesitantly. It’s usually in these moments where he says some of the weirdest stuff, things that you have taken the liberty to deem as ‘Taehyung thoughts’. They were usually pretty crazy, but despite this, you still most of the time have gone along with his spontaneous ideas.

Suddenly he was on top of you.

“You trust me.” He asked.

You nodded “Of course Taehyung wha-“ a sudden kiss was placed on your lips. You were surprised but you quickly melted into their soft touch. He always gave the best kisses.

Taehyung kissed you hard as his hand began its journey down, and started massaging your sides softly. It was always at this point you had an idea of what he was trying to do.

When he pulled away his lips were slightly red from the assault, hair was a mess as you had tossed the beret he was wearing to run your fingers through his hair, and he had a look in his eyes that told you he wasn’t done.

“Tae…” your breath was labored.

He leaned down next to your ear, “Get naked baby.”

Oh.

Weed and sex was a combination you and Taehyung knew all too well. This did not shock you whatsoever. What really surprised you was when you were about to take off your shirt, Taehyung got off the bed and grabbed the Polaroid camera he got you for your birthday last year.

“What’s that for?” You asked, sensing this is where the ‘Taehyung Thought’ came in.

He was silent as he checked the camera. “Tae, please don’t say this is your weird way of asking to make a sex tape.” His eyes widened at your words.

“I mean… that’s not what I was gonna say but your suggestion se—“

“No, no, nevermind, I take it back. What’s going on?”

“It’s not as fun as your idea, but…” he held up the camera “Naked photoshoot,” he said with a smirk. Your eyes widened.

Oh.

“I thought it would be fun and maybe help me with my block. If I can’t take pictures, at least I could be spending my time doing something. You’re my muse, your body might be the inspiration I need~” He said cutely.

Taehyung could sense your hesitance.

“Pleeeeaaasseeee,” he whined. “Even better is that I can have something to remember you when I have to travel, you too Jagi, you can take some of me.” Tae had grabbed your hand and held that pouty expression he knows you can never say no to.

“Fine” you sighed. You were gonna give in anyway, you hadn’t been opposed to it, Tae would know if you would say a hard no and respect that. You kinda just wanted to see him be all cute and beg.

Taehyung jumped up slightly, making sure to pepper your face in kisses. He was clearly excited.

“Come on, let’s get started before I change my mind,” You chuckled. He listened and dragged you both out to the little balcony of your shared apartment.

Now here’s where you really became confused…

“What’re we doing out here?” You asked and he beamed. Tae pointed to the setting sun that was nestled between the two buildings in front of your apartment. “It’s the lighting that always makes your skin look amazing~” you looked down at your own arms and noted that he was right. Sunset lighting always did give your skin that color that Tae always said he loved best.

“But we’re in public Tae…” you said looking around. You had neighbors with balconies like yours not even 6ft away, and then what about the buildings in front yours. They had stories that were higher than your apartment and they could easily look over the railing and see what you were doing. All of this should have you wanting to forget the idea, or at least change it so it’s inside, but it only gave you a rush.

Tae looked at you worried, noticing your point. “Um well we can change—“

“No. It’s fine~” you said quickly with a smile. Tae was shocked by your statement. He was usually the risk taker, and you were particular about what you did. Out of all the crazy ideas he’s had, he was almost sure this would get shot down from the start. Yet here you were, surprising him like you always do.

“I love you so much,” Tae proclaimed, grabbing your waist and pulling you close to kiss you like he’s been wanting to. The kiss was slow and passionate, love and adoration clearly in the air.

You love him. You really did.

Tae somewhere in between grabbed onto the hem of the tshirt you had been wearing (one of the many that you had stolen) and pulled it over your head. He stared in amazement at the sight in front of him. There you were, wearing nothing but a thong, having forgone any other clothing, knowing what weed does, especially when it’s just the two of you.

“Well that was a lot easier than I was expecting,” he chuckled, but his attention was far from the words coming out of his mouth.

You blushed at his words. Suddenly this ‘out in public‘ thing and the prying eyes of your boyfriend, became a little much. “My confidence is dwindling” you laughed nervously, using your arms to cover yourself up.

Oh no, Taehyung was not having it.

He softly grabbed your wrist, forcing your attention toward him. “I’m going to show you how beautiful you are to me,” he said quite seriously. His eyes scanned over your form once again. “I’ll finally get to show you what my eyes see everyday.” He placed another kiss on your lips.

Your confidence has always been a slight issue. After your last relationship, your self esteem had dwindled into what people would call rock bottom. It would sometimes come out during arguments or during your low times, but Taehyung would always soothe your woes some way or another. He really has been the light you needed in your life.

Tae quickly ran back inside and grabbed the mini Bluetooth speaker that sat on your coffee table and the weed that was still in your room.

“I have the perfect playlist to get in the right mood,” he smiled. After a few minutes the familiar sounds of the beginning of a Cigarettes After Sex album filled the air. You smiled remembering all the memories this album has brought you.

You gently swayed to the relaxing music, and Tae got up and joined you. It was always moments like these that were pure bliss.

If you were to look back at yourself 4 years ago and knew the man beside you at the exhibit would mean this much to you, you probably would have married him on the spot. You fell hopelessly in love with this man, and you knew there was no way of stopping it.

You didn’t want to.

Tae couldn’t help but bite his lip. He could already tell this was gonna be a bit difficult to make it to the end of this photoshoot.

As you both swayed, he moved his hands so they grabbed onto the thong and pulled on the sides, snapping it, and making you way more aroused than you liked to admit.

“Let’s take a few with this still on and then…” his eyes scanned over you once more. This really was going to be really hard.

Tae grabbed the camera and began posing you the way he wanted it to. He happily hummed along to the song as he snapped the first shot— you were leaning over the balcony, the setting sun illuminating your features, and he had gotten the angle so you still see your face but it still put your ass on full display.

When the picture developed you were shocked to see that the person in the photo was you.

“Woah…” you couldn’t help but say as you examined it. Tae smirked, proud of his work. “I told you~” he boasted, making you playfully roll your eyes.

“You’re good at your job, I’ll give you that,” you laughed. “I wouldn’t be this good if it wasn’t for you,” he smiled and kissed you again. You playfully rolled your eyes “You’re so cheesy, you know that.” Taehyung giggled. “You love my cheesiness~”

You sighed knowing this was true.

“So where do you want me next?” You asked, taking a hit of your newly rolled blunt.

“On my dick,” he said quite bluntly, making you nearly choke on absolutely nothing.

“What?!” You laughed.

Tae just shrugged “I was just being honest.. Hold up, wait, that might not be a bad idea....” he trailed off but his attention was more focused on seeing how much your face was blushing from his words. “Would you like that?”

You shied away even more.

“Anyway, we’ll get to that later— for now let’s do some more poses before moving on to some details!”

The rest of the photoshoot continued on with a much more lighthearted atmosphere. In between the shots you’d playfully take pictures of each other, sneaking a kiss in as well here and there, the tension rising as the sun continued to set.

By the time you were fully in the nude, Taehyung could hardly keep his hands off you to actually take the pictures. “Tae…” you giggled as he started peppering kisses down your neck.

“Fuck, jagi I want you,” he almost whined. He knows that’s your weakness. You can never seem to say no to him when he acts like this.

“Not yet, you promised I could take some pictures of you…” you pouted. Tae sighed, but still pulled away and handed you the camera.

“Kiss me,” you said, and Taehyung complied. The sudden flash took him off guard.

That was when he noticed you holding the camera. He looked at you confused. “I wanted one of us” you smiled and took the undeveloped picture and set it with the collection behind you.

“Jagi, don’t play with me like that,” he shyly rubbed the back of his neck and you cooed at the sight. Gosh, why was he so adorable.

“No games this time, pants off~” You could tell how excited he was by his speed. He almost fell trying to get them off.

When he did get them off, you were shocked to see he was already semi-hard. Your boyfriend, especially in times of ‘max relaxation’ as he always called it, underwear was never on, leaving nothing to imagination. “Mmmm what’s got you so bothered~” you playfully joked.

“Jagi please…” he sighed as you started moving closer. You lazily grabbed ahold of his cock, slowly stroking him.

“Fuck… need you so bad,” he sighed as you picked up your pace slightly. “Mmmm wait a little longer baby, I promise we can do whatever you want when I’m done,” you cooed.

“Why are you teasing me like this now?” You chuckled at his comment “Because~ It’s fun seeing you this~” Taehyung wasn’t laughing. “Ha ha ha… Laugh it out now, I promise you won’t be later.” His words had you rubbing your thighs together. Oh how you were looking forward to that.

You stopped your moments to grab the camera once again. The sun by now was significantly lower than when you both had started, but that glow, fainter than earlier, still remained to bathe you all in the natural sunlight. You were going to have to be quick to keep that great lighting, plus your antsy boyfriend probably wouldn’t allow for nothing less than speedy.

The photoshoot started off pretty tame. Instead of rolling right into it like Taehyung had, you got a couple of closeups, focusing on his facial features. He was a natural model, while you would sometimes struggle to think of poses or know the angles that had you looking somewhat decent, Taehyung knew how to work the camera. Then again he was absolutely breathtaking, even when you’d try and sneak in a silly one, you would still be gawking at how beautiful he is.

It made you wonder how lucky you were to find someone this amazing, and for him to like you back. YOU, you of all people.

He stayed with you despite everything. How damaged you still were from your previous relationship. He was here for your lows, lows that you would have probably never come back from if it wasn’t for him.

You loved this man so much it hurts sometimes.

You struggled not to get emotional in times like this. And to think your paths nearly never crossed.

Taehyung had revealed one late night early into your relationship that he was never really meant to attend that day. The exhibit had been split into multiple days. He had originally been scheduled for the second day, but the night before the organizers had called to say they had suddenly decided to switch up the exhibits (for reasons he doesn’t know to this day) and move his work to the first day.

Taehyung had plans that day that he couldn’t avoid, and doubted he would be able to make it in time, but for the first time ever since he moved to New York the traffic seemed to clear and allowed the taxi ride to be quicker than he ever expected. He managed to get there with time to spare!

The rest moved like it was fate.

Originally Taehyung had only planned to simply check out his section of the exhibit, take a few pictures, and leave so Jungkook could pick him up on his way home, but on his way someone had bumped into him, making him drop his headphones he was entangling as he walked. They fell right into the entrance of the art exhibit.

When he reached to pick them up, right in front of him was your artwork. Taehyung found it so interesting he ended up staring at it for a while before looking around the area a little more. He had a little time to spare so he took his time looking around, he would often pass by your work almost like, in his words ‘it was calling to him.’

When the time came that he realized he needed to leave, right in front of the work he had been staring at all night was you. Taehyung would always tell you he thought you were so beautiful he just had to talk to you.

To think things could have gone a little differently that day and you and Taehyung probably would have never met each other.

Thoughts like these would sometimes plague your mind late at night but he would always be right there beside you to keep you grounded and remind you ‘things did go right that day, Taehyung’s here with you’. You tried your best to focus on the here and now that way, appreciating even more the moments you get to spend in each other’s arms.

“Tae, do I ever tell you how much I love you?” You question as you stare at him absentmindedly. You both were taking a break, sitting at the little table on the balcony.

“I’ve heard it before, possibly…” he said, thinking a bit.

You smiled. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. Just wanted you to know in case you forgot~”

You took notice of the way he got slightly flustered, ears reddening by the second, sinking lower in his chair, and using the blankets you both brought out here to cover his face slightly.

“Tae come back!” You giggled making him pop back up eventually.

“Yah, I could never forget. Words can’t describe the way I feel about you…” he finally retorted after getting himself back together.

You couldn’t hide the giddy smile on your face. “Are you sure about that?”

Taehyung needed a second after hearing you switch to his mother tongue and scuffed. “You serious?”

Even though you were practically fluent in the language, speaking it wasn’t something you did often, only ever when you’d FaceTime his parents who were still in his hometown in Korea.

You shrugged “All I know is that I gave you a whole lot of words and all I got ‘words can’t describe the way I feel’”

“You’re just upset because I love you more”

You cocked your eyebrow “And now it’s a competition?”

Taehyung leaned in, letting some silence fill the air “I love you more”

You did the same “I love you more”

“I love you more”

You stared him down.

“I love you more”

“Fuck” Taehyung mumbled under his breath seeing the passion in your eyes. You were so sexy like this.

You rejoiced realizing you won this battle “See I love you more~”

Taehyung’s breath was heavy, he couldnt stop thinking about the next time when he can fucking kiss you. “If you’re so sure of yourself, why don’t you come over here and prove it?”

You smirked at his comment “If that’s what it takes then…” you got up out of your chair and stood right in front of the man.

He unraveled his blanket a bit so you could comfortably sit on his lap. With the dark lighting you weren’t able to see it but you were in for a nice surprise when you got situated.

You look at him wide eyed “Tae you’re still hard?”

“Very,” he sighed, diving in straight for your neck, placing soft pecks across your soft skin.

“Taehyung you’re so—“ you didn’t even care to finish as you melted into his light touches. He slowly began trailing his kisses up your neck, eventually landing on the lips he’s been craving for.

The kiss was slow at first, you both basking in the moment. The romantic glow of the candles, even the bustling nightlife that was happening below seemed to lull you both into a trance of pure adoration for each other.

Your hands started to get more antsy, Taehyung letting his hands slide down to rest on your waist and you began lightly tugging on his hair.

The kiss gradually grew deeper, the need for each other growing with every second. “Taehyung I—” you said breathlessly, but Taehyung was quick to shut you up with another kiss. It was fast, very fast. He quickly slid his tongue in, taking you by surprise and a wave of arousal going straight to the pit of your stomach.

You both unconsciously began grinding into each other, needing that friction. Taehyung couldn’t take this anymore. “Jagi please, now?” he asked desperately, moving back to your neck to suckle on it lightly.

“What about—“ you were quick to be cut off but Taehyung’s sudden tight grip on your ass.

“Shit, you’re soaked...” he said under his breath, baffled realizing how wet his thigh was. “Jagi please, wanna take you here, right now...”

“Tae, but the pictures…” you looked over at the table to see all the polaroids. Your collection by now has amounted to a good size, with them practically covering your little table. You both had taken a break to eat a snack real quick, but you still had every intention of continuing once you were done. You never managed to get anything as explicit as Taehyung had of you.

Now though...

“I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, you can take as many as you want, but right now I— I need you so bad”

Fuck.

His words made you grind into him harder. Taehyung threw his head back, coming closer and closer to losing it.

“Jagi…” he nearly growled.

You liked to think you have a lot of self control, but when Tae gets like this, rational thinking often is thrown out the window.

You kissed him back hard as an answer, hoping that would suffice for your lack of words. You broke this kiss and gasped when suddenly you felt his fingers on your clit. “You think you can take me now huh?” His voice was just dripping with lust.

“Right here?” You stuttered, now coming to your senses that you were still on your balcony, where any of your neighbors or people in the other buildings could see you two. He hummed softly as his fingers returned back to your clit, massaging it gently. “Wanna make you cum…”

You threw your head back at the sudden pleasure, you mind cloudy, lust taking over your ability to make a rational decision. “Don’t stop.” You moaned. Taehyung smirked slightly at your reaction but got right to work. His fingers traveled farther down, he watched your face intently as you took his fingers so well.

“Tae!” You cried, your pleas headed straight for his cock, the urge to please you consuming him. His fingers easily hit spots that had you quickly seeing stars. You felt so good around his fingers, he couldn’t help but wish it was his cock instead. You were so just so warm..

You’re so happy.

He pleased you so well, always made you feel beautiful, wanted, and needed. Tae wouldn’t allow for anything less.

Fuck. He’s just—

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, please please I—“ you pleaded, so close to your release, grinding against his fingers needing to chase that pleasure. Taehyung gave you exactly what you wanted. He always would.

That feeling finally exploded, leaving you crying as Tae worked you through your orgasm. He hardly gave you time to catch your breath before he was eagerly chasing your lips, the desperation becoming too much. He pulled his fingers out of you and put them up to his lips, sucking on them lightly. Even in your post orgasmic haze you were stunned and more turned on than you should admit.

Taehyung was this close to losing his mind.

The taste of you had his brain malfunctioning. If this was a different time he would have wanted to go back inside and taste you, having you cum on his tongue as many times as he could, but this wasn’t that time. This whole photo shoot has been torture, then again it was his idea, but he knew this would end up a mess the minute you were tugging off your shirt. It’s now this late in the day, you’ve smoked this much weed, and you still haven’t had sex? That’s unheard of, and his body could feel it too. He was painfully hard, the ache being enough for him to propose this crazy suggestion.

“Let’s finish out here, it’s dark and we’re under these blankets. No one will see us…” he placed reassuring pecks against your neck as he eagerly tried to line you up over his aching length. But despite the amazing orgasm he just gave you, the lights of office buildings across the street were making you a little paranoid to go all the way.

“Maybe we should just head inside, it’s cold anyway…” He stared at you for a second, before nodding and started getting up, helping lift you to your feet once again.

Once you both made it inside, you were all over each other. It was a mess of tearing off the blankets, frantic hands, and sloppy kisses. It was a bit discombobulating, especially considering your apartment was dark, in a rush to head to the bedroom you ended up hitting the wall right beside your door to the room. Even with the desperation, you both still found yourselves laughing, and the moment apart was all you needed before you were dropping to your knees.

“Jagi, what are you doing?” Taehyung asked, out of breath.

“Gonna prove how much I love you~” you said with a sultry tone to your voice, recalling the competition you had a little while ago.

“Y/N— oooohhhh fuck” Taehyung groaned as you wrapped your hands around the tip.

“Want me to stop?” You asked and he quickly shook his head. “Keep going…” Tae pleaded, making you smirk at how fucked out he looked already. You marveled as you examined the amount of precum leak from the tip.

“Someone’s excited~” you chuckled looking up into his lust filled eyes. Usually in moments like these, he’d laugh along with you, but not today. He’s been hard for way too long to think straight at this point. All he knows is he needs your mouth on his cock right now. Instead of answering, he grabbed your hair and pushed you toward his bobbing length and used his other hand to guide it into your mouth.

When he was pressing right up against your lips, instead of taking him like you knew he was hoping you would, you gave him tiny licks right across his tip.

“Mfffmm—“ you felt his fingers lift your chin so you we’re looking up at him again. The look in his eyes made you squeeze your legs together, searching for a little relief.

Damn, was your boyfriend hot~

“No teasing. Open your mouth.” Taehyung commanded quite plainly but you could hear the strain in his voice. This time when he went to put it in your mouth, you happily took all of him, making a whine fall from Taehyung’s lips.

“Shit, that’s it,” Taehyung groaned as you began your steady pace. His head hit the wall behind him, but his grip still remained tight on your hair. Your pace continued on slowly, choosing to forgo a speedy rhythm for taking more of him in. You’ve learned over the years he prefers it like this. It’s not too long after he pulls you off of him and is lifting your chin to meet his eyes once again. You could immediately tell from that look in his eyes what he wanted.

“You think you can take me Jagi?” He asked softly, making you smile.

You placed light kisses along his thighs “I can take anything you give me. Now fuck my mouth Kim Taehyung.”

He cursed under his breath at your words. He pushed himself in slowly and groaned when he hit the back of your throat. “Mmmm so good to me~” he moaned as he pushed into you at a slow pace. He was slow, trying to be courteous as he was on the larger side of the spectrum.

Your mouth around him felt so good, taking him just the way he likes. You knew everything, every tick, every spot that gets him going. The thought made his heart feel all warm and his cock wanting to spill everything into the pretty mouth that’s been treating him so well. But as nice as that sounds, Tae wanted, had to have the end be him buried in the tightness of your walls, not now… No matter how much he wants to.

“Jagi ughh—“ he whimpered as he pulled you off of him. You looked up at him and tilted your head confused, a mannerism of yours that he couldn’t get over when he first noticed. It was oddly endearing.

Tae helped you to your feet and kissed you instantly. He wanted you close to him, never wanting to let go. The kiss led you finally making it to the bedroom. When you made it to the bed, Taehyung sat you gently on the edge, you scooted back and watched as he clumsily tugged down his underwear.

Today you were in the mood to be a bit extra, wanting so badly to please your beloved boyfriend, so you let your hands roam your body, finally to stop at your clit. Tae took his focus away from the task at hand when he heard the whimpers fall from your lips.

There you were arm over your eyes, legs spread for him to see you rubbing your clit. Oh my fucking g— “Taehyung hurry…” you moaned which went straight to his aching length. “What are you doing?” He asked softly, his eyes not once leaving the sight between your legs.

“You were taking too long...” He wasn’t. “And-and I just need you so bad! Don’t just stand there and please fuck me already!” You exclaimed. You really deserve an Oscar. His hand unconsciously glided down, stroking himself, your cries becoming too much too quickly.

“Jagi…” he sighed. You uncovered your eyes when you still hadn’t felt Tae get in the bed, to see his lust filled gaze, staring right at what was happening between your legs, hand tightened around his length. Seeing the daze you trapped him in, you figured you’d make the most of this and give him a show.

You stared straight at him as you gave him the most. You teased yourself and you saw the look of strain on his face, just waiting for him to break and fuck you like you knew he wanted. At some point in time, you managed to get lost in your own little game. You had managed to work yourself up so much you didn’t even notice when Taehyung climbed on the bed with you.

“Jagi…” you heard his low voice call out to you, breaking you out of your trance.

“Move your hand.” Another command that had you clenching around nothing.

“Tae I need you.”

“Please stop…” he whined, now that he was close you could finally see the strain on his face. “I’m not even in you yet and—“ he stopped himself, not wanting to tell you how close he’s gotten by your teasing and filthy words.

“Taehyung please, enough waiting, I wanna feel you.” He groaned, rutting against you. That was the last straw, he wasted no time and slid right in the warmth of your pussy, a long moan filling the room from the both of you.

Taehyung dipped his head in your shoulder, kissing you lightly while he waited for you to get adjusted. “You always feel so good, fuck,” he sighed right into your ear.

“Love you so much baby,” you moaned, lightly stroking his hair. You felt him move his hips slightly.

“Shit Jagi,” he sighed. “Say it again.” He lifted himself up from your neck and looked at you right in the eyes, noticing your fond expression. “Please…” he called out softly, taking you out of the moment. Fuck, you’re so in love with this man. You grabbed a hold of his face pulling him close into another kiss.

“I love you. I love you so much, don’t ever forget that.” You declared in between kisses. Taehyung whined. Maybe it was just the mood this day has brought with it, but your confession was enough to have him spiraling and an overwhelming need to show you how much he loved you back was all he wanted to do.

“Can I move…” he strained and you nodded hurriedly.

Tae interlocked his fingers with yours and fucked into slowly, letting you feel every inch of him. “I won’t ever forget… don’t worry, baby.” Maybe it was the mood for you too, but for some reason you found yourself slightly teary eyed as his hips collided into yours. Luckily for you, in your haste you never turned on the lights in your room, so he didn’t notice. You’re glad. Instead you just wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

This was nice.

“Tae~” you cried at the pleasure he was bringing you.

Even though your room was dark, the lights from outside your window decorated his face and you could tell he was staring right into your eyes. With the glide of his hips you couldn’t help but throw your head back in pleasure of it all.

This was perfect. This moment, the atmosphere, the lighting, the city, the sex, your boyfriend. All of it. All of it is exactly what you wanted.

“Tae, please I’m close.” You moaned, pulling him closer. He felt so good, filling you just like you’ve been craving him too. You’re so close. Taehyung quickened his pace, his own end approaching quicker and quicker with every stroke of his hips. You were so warm, so tight, you felt like home.

His home.

He knew exactly what you needed. Taehyung quickly pulled out and flipped you over so you were on your stomach with your ass in the air. He barely gave you time to realize what’s going on before he was pushing himself back inside.

“You’re mine.” He enunciated with each thrust of his hips. You whined, the new position having you already seeing stars. When you didn’t say anything, a loud smack reverberated throughout your room.

Fuck.

“Say it.” He commanded.

“I—…” Taehyung pounded into you hard, words suddenly seemed like such an obstacle.

Another smack.

“I said, say it.”

“I’m yours, Tae I’m all yours. Fuck, I’m yours.” You cried, your orgasm just within reach. His groan let you know he was satisfied with your answer.

“I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”

“Yes, yes you are.”

“Fuck, you feel so good!” He sighed. He was so close… “Y/N-Y/N can I…” he hurried. “Taehyung please!” You begged. His paced quickened. It was fast. The buildup from the few hours of teasing exploded into pure need, want, and craving.

His grip on your hips tightened and with a cry he quickly came, pumping you full of his seed with you following close behind. He worked you both through your orgasms, his hips slowing down with each thrust. The fiery moment of passion dying down as you both caught your breath. He finally pulled out and flopped onto the bed right next to you.

“Tae?” You whispered, breaking the silence. The man in question looked over at you.

“I love you.” You confessed for the gazillionth time today. He smiled fondly and brought his hand up to lightly stroke your cheek. “I love you too.”

A moment of silence passed, you were just basking in that post orgasmic glow, loving the man beside you, before suddenly he was rolling so he was on top of you again. You looked at him quizziedly before he was diving straight for your neck, kissing lightly. At first you thought this was just him wanting to go for another round, but then he started sucking in a way that you knew was gonna leave a mark. “Hey… what’s up with you?” You moaned softly.

“Want everyone to know you’re mine~” he whispered in your ear. You giggled at the thought of you having to go out, hickeys all over your neck, hands interlocked with your boyfriend, everyone around you knowing exactly who did it. “Well I won’t stop you~ You ok though?” You asked, now realizing a theme.

Tae finally looked you into your eyes again. “It’s just, during the sex, and now this?” You chuckled. “You scared I’m leaving or something?” You said sarcastically, but the frown on your boyfriends face, made you realize that might be the answer.

“Hey you know that will never happen right?” He nodded.

“I know, it’s just sometimes I get scared I guess…” He decided to settle. Part of the answer was true, but the other half was unknown to you still unfortunately.

“Tae, I’ll always be here~ I’m sorry but, it’s actually impossible to get rid of me no matter how hard you try. I’m here for the long hall.” You laughed, grabbing his hand. The sentiment was enough to warm his heart and he quickly got back on top of you, however heading straight for your lips.

“Speaking of how much I love you, do you think you could go again?” You asked, still feeling that buzz inside of you. “I was gonna ask the same thing. You beat me to it.” He said out of breath, rolling his hips into yours.

This was how you spent the remaining hours of the day. Tae fucked you another time on the bed, you both had tried to take a shower, but ended up a sweaty mess all over again. By the time you had both got in the bed again, as soon as your heads hit the pillow you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Hours later Taehyung wakes up to the tell-tale signs that the sun is rising. The blue hue that fills his room has him wanting nothing more than to never leave your side. He turned around to get back into his big spoon position. He loved being with you like this. He loved you.

The feelings had him pulling away and heading to the dresser that was beside his bed. Taehyung pulled open his top drawer, which at first seemed to only be filled with underwear, but a little digging toward the back and he pulled out a little black box and an envelope.

He glanced back at you who was still sleeping peacefully on the bed. The sight made his heart ache. Taehyung has originally planned to surprise you on your upcoming anniversary with a dream you’ve always wanted.

You had always told him you wanted to see the world. Taehyung would often fly out for work, especially when his agent would send him away for nature expeditions different companies would pay him to do. He had always wanted to bring you along with him but every time there seemed to be an excuse that prevented you from joining.

Sometimes you would be busy, others the company that sponsors his trips wouldn’t let him take you with him, maybe it was money that time. There was always something that would have him leaving you behind at the airport. Well it wasn’t gonna be this time. He bought tickets for the both of you to fly to your first destination of Costa Rica. Taehyung had planned to take you to a couple places in each continent. You were gonna travel the world like you always wanted to.

The thing that’s been on his mind ever since the lockdown started was that near the end of the trip he wanted to propose. It was gonna be at a place you had hinted too as one of the places you wanted to travel to the most. He was gonna finally pop the question to you there, hopefully with everything going right, and you say yes, you guys would then leave for Korea next to make the announcement to Tae’s family.

He really was ready for this.

He had done the traditional, asking for your parent’s blessing, and got an overwhelming amount of approval. Everything was looking great for this plan until that virus came along and messed up the plans just like it had for your 4/20 party.

When he realized the situation got the point of them needing to postpone the trip, he had been devastated. It tore him inside. He wanted to make you his. He wanted everyone to know that. He wanted people to see the ring, and be able to call you his wife.

Tae wanted to talk about the next step. Maybe buy a nicer apartment together, maybe move out of New York City, buy a house, get a dog, kids in the future. He wanted to do all of that. But a virus really had to come the year when he finally wanted to pop the big question and—

A sigh fell from his lips. He had already had this battle, been through the emotions, and tried to look past it. Taehyung looked back at you again.

Then again though, after today, he honestly wonders if maybe he shouldn’t wait. Maybe he couldn’t wait. The amount of times the words were on the tip of his tongue, wanting to propose right there in that moment, the last thing he wants the proposal story to be is him asking you to marry him as you were giving him the head of his life and they just kinda ‘came out.’ He can already picture the shit his friends would give him…

Maybe it was just worth revaluing his plan. As much as he wanted to do it during this trip, maybe that’s just not possible anymore. Really though, no matter how he does it, as long as you’re by his side it doesn’t matter.

Taehyung hid the box and envelope back in it’s hiding space, before crawling back into bed, cuddling up next to you. He’s fine as long as you’re here with him.

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hufflepuffhollander · 4 years ago

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drive-in: tom holland one-shot

a/n | in honor of hitting 700 followers and also getting my real life heart broken and needing my unproblematic fictional boyfriend back, here’s an oldie from the drafts.✌🏻 enjoy kiddos

cw | language, angst, a lil smut, teasing banter, fluff! 1.5k words.

“Mmm, darling, let me at you,” Tom mumbled against your lips as you lightly squeezed his shoulders, his hands fidgeting with the hem of your shorts, trying to wriggle them down. Just as he’d made some progress, you heard a loud snicker on the other side of your door.

You pulled your face away from Tom’s and averted your gaze to the front of the room, where you could see two pairs of socks in the crevice between the floor and the door, standing on the other side. Without letting you dismantle from him, he grabbed the nearest pillow and flung it at the wall. “Fuck off, you pervs!” The kid-like chuckles coming from the socks continued.

The sudden interruption had killed the mood, so you just sat in Tom’s lap on his bed and laid your head against his chest, sighing. “Can’t they get a job?”

Tom combed a hand of fingers through your hair. “They do have jobs; they’re professional cockblocks.”

“And they need to work from home?”

“Everybody does, baby. We’re all stuck inside.”

“...right.”

You had to keep shifting around on Tom’s lap, uncomfortable from the sudden lack of pressure of his hands wandering over you. He had just gotten back from a press tour, you’d barely had any alone time with him since—and you were both getting pretty tired of not being able to rip each other’s clothes off like you’d wanted to since the moment he walked through the front door. Finally, you have a couple minutes to sneak away from the roommates you’re stuck quarantining with, and what do they do but follow you to Tom’s bedroom like absolute creeps. Creeps that seem to have a vendetta against you getting off. You’d spent too much time hanging out with them while Tom was gone, and now they were far too comfortable meddling in your personal life.

“How long do you think it’ll be til we’re actually alone again?” you asked, tracing over the freckles on his shoulders.

“I have no idea,” he sighed, falling back onto the pillows. “Who knows how long this will all last.”

“We might have to get pretty creative then, because I’m getting a little-”

“Thirsty?”

You smacked Tom’s arm as he giggled at you.

“I was going to say impatient.”

“So...horny.”

You pouted at him. “Can you blame me for missing you?”

He kissed your cheek and then your nose. “No, love, I missed you too. And if those idiots weren’t within earshot, I would’ve already had you screaming my name three times over by now.”

You kissed him back. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”

Long, countless days went by, the two of you stuck inside with Harrison, Tuwaine and Harry, trying to find a balance between friend time and couple time but failing miserably. The boys had made a bet behind your back on how long they could go before hearing you and Tom having sex through the walls, and they took their gambling way too seriously. It had been too long.

Seeing an ad for a distanced drive-in movie night being hosted at a nearby park, you jumped on the opportunity, convincing Tom to come with just so you could get out of the house. The night finally came, and you flicked off the group of boys as they shouted after you for leaving the bubble, more than ready for a good old fashioned date night.

“They really do hate us,” you chuckled as you zoomed away.

“Nah, babe, they love us—they’re just jealous we didn’t invite them.” He placed his hand on your own and squeezed it, playing with your fingers for the extent of the drive to the park, just as excited as you to get some one-on-one time.

You cozied up in the backseat of the car with Tom, wrapped in fuzzy blankets you’d brought with and watching Titanic on the large screen set up in the grass in front of where you parked. You were intently focused on the movie, as it was one of your favorites, but Tom spent half the time looking at you, feeling you breathe, smiling at the top of your head nestled into his arms.

Up on the screen, Jack and Rose were in that carriage car on the boat, finally getting their big sex scene, starting to steam up the windows. You turned to Tom as you felt him laughing and shaking his head at the movie.

“What’s so funny?”

He pointed at the screen like the characters would be able to hear him. “So unrealistic, isn’t it?”

“Not really, people have sex in cars all the time.”

“No, no, I mean the windows. How did they get so foggy so fast? There’s no way that happens in real life.”

You were suddenly very interested in what Tom had to say and raised an eyebrow as you spoke. “Tom, have you never gotten laid in a car?”

You could see him turn pink with embarrassment through the light emanating off of the movie screen. “I have no comment.”

You nudged him and started to giggle. “Oh my god, you totally haven’t.”

He made an overly dramatic defensive expression at you. “And you have?”

“Actually, yes.”

Tom’s eyes widened a little as he saw where the conversation was headed. Maybe he’d brought it all up intentionally because he felt so deprived of your body, maybe not—but if he had, he was a damn genius, because it was working.

“And it does get that steamy, if you’re doing it right.”

“I guess I’d just have to see for myself.”

He’d barely finished his sentence before you climbed onto him and firmly planted your lips on his. It usually didn’t take much for him to get you excited, just his husky voice and the right lighting; you hadn’t realized until now how pent up you were.

“God, take your clothes off,” he huffed out, wasting no time in getting to work nipping over your skin as it was revealed.

“Charming,” you laughed, working your hands up his torso to get his shirt off too, Tom wincing as you did.

“Oooh, y/n, your hands are so cold!”

“Deal with it, Holland, I’ve waited too long to be stopped by cold hands.”

Tom was getting more riled up by the second, pushing you into the back of the driver’s seat behind you and speaking impossibly low in your ear. “I need you bad.”

“Take me then.”

You’d managed to get practically naked after doing some pretzeling in the backseat, Tom pulling you on top of him again. You tried to get into it but it didn’t last long—the seat was too close to your knees for you to get at a good angle, and you had to duck so your head didn’t hit the roof of the car.

“Okay, maybe lying down-?” Tom pushed your back into the seats, hovering on top and immediately sinking himself into you the moment he got the chance. You took a sharp inhale and already felt a dizzying high.

“God, finally...”

Tom took a few slow, heavy thrusts into you. “Missed you so much baby,” he leaned down to kiss you, your bodies already sticky with sweat from the heat in the car.

Tom suddenly stopped his rhythm and made a face, trying to shift himself around. “What’s wrong?” you asked, whining at the loss of him.

“I barely have room to move my legs,” he groaned, your fingernails still claws on his biceps, begging him to come back.

“Make it work? Just don’t stop fucking me, please,” you pulled his neck back down to bite his bottom lip, knowing that always drives him crazy.

“Fuck, I know, let me try something...” he found another sweet spot and was suddenly filling you up again, his flushed breaths and small mews making you smile underneath him. It wasn’t graceful, but you made it happen.

You came together as Jack and Rose professed their love for each other, making the romantic scene all too fitting. Tom moved to give you space to sit up, putting his face in his hands and sounding defeated. “Car sex looks a lot easier in the movies.”

You giggled at him and put your clothes back on before someone peeped into the now-clouded window. “Told you it gets steamy.”

Arriving back home later, Harrison and Harry sat at the kitchen table looking like two angry parents about to lecture their teenager on keeping curfew. They stared as you and Tom came in together with arms wrapped around each other, skin looking happily flushed, faces practically glowing.

“What’s got you two lovebirds so happy?” Harrison asked.

“Oh, it was just a really good movie,” Tom smiled, taking your hand and leading you back to his bedroom. “We’re wiped. Goodnight!” he promptly shut the door and laughed with you at Harrison’s puzzled face.

Harry walked over and peered down the hallway. “Goodnight? But it’s barely past sundown-”

Harrison patted him on the shoulder. “I’m afraid you might owe me a few quid, bud.”

Harry stayed confused. “Why?”

Tuwaine appeared from his room, pulling his gaming headphones aside to yell his reply down the hallway. “They fucked, you div!”

Harry connected the dots and looked like he was going to be sick. “Ugh, gross! That’s my brother!”

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nerdzzone · 3 years ago

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Only For A Moment: July

Summary: A series of shorter one shots from Chris and Whitney’s life together throughout the pandemic. Some happy times, some harder times, some fluff and some things a little more sexy - they work through it all as they try to get settled in their new and blossoming relationship.

Chris Evans x OFC

Part of the Once Bitten/More Hearts series

Only For A Moment: June

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July 2020

Chris was stressed.

It was understandable as he'd just launched his new endeavour - A Starting Point - but it was worrying me how anxious and overwhelmed he seemed to be. The feedback so far had been good, but he was still concerned about how it was going to be received and whether or not people would actually find it useful. He had several long, full days of interviews scheduled to promote it and explain what they hoped to achieve and, after the first week, he was exhausted which made him moody and withdrawn.

It didn't help that Grayson had quickly adjusted to having our undivided attention and was growing increasingly frustrated with his dad's busy schedule. The Friday after the launch, Chris promised him that he'd be done by bedtime so he could tuck him in, but technical difficulties got in the way and he was once again stuck in front of his laptop until well into the evening.

And that was where I found him, at almost nine o'clock, when I went to see if he'd be finished anytime soon. I'd poked my head around the door and saw him sat at his desk with his head in his hands and the sight made my heart ache. Sneaking up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

"Hey," I greeted him softly. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," he assured me, but the sigh that followed told me otherwise. "Just tired. It's been a busy week."

"It has. We've missed you."

My words weren't meant to add guilt to his stress, but I realized my mistake when he winced.

"Sorry," he mumbled, placing a kiss on my arm where it rested across his chest. "I did try to finish early today - I suggested we push the last interview until tomorrow when we hit the connection issues, but they weren't having it. Was Grayson mad that I missed bedtime again?"

"Not mad," I shrugged. "Just a bit disappointed."

Chris' head fell forward and his shoulders stiffened.

"That's worse."

"No, it's not," I insisted, squeezing him tightly. "He was just a little sad, but he got over it. I promised him that you'd do something fun with him when you weren't so busy and he accepted that."

"I was actually thinking of taking him to the museum to see the dinosaur exhibit," Chris admitted. "They just reopened, but he'd have to wear a mask."

"He'd love that," I smiled, knowing how much both of them loved their father and son days. We'd made an effort to give him more one on one time, but it was limiting when we hadn't been able to leave the house much until recently. "And I think he'd be okay with a mask. We can order one and get him to wear it at home for a bit to get used to it."

"Good idea," Chris nodded. "I can do that tomorrow"

"Or I can," I suggested, kissing the side of his head. "You're busy enough at the moment. And you're stressed, I can feel the tension in your shoulders."

Chris sighed again and I felt a pang of sympathy for him.

"I know. This project just means a lot to me. I want it to do well."

"And it is," I reminded him as an idea hit me. "C'mon, I know what you need to help you relax."

"Oh, yeah?" Chris smirked and I rolled my eyes as his mind had clearly gone straight to something dirty. "What would that be?"

"Probably not whatever you're thinking of," I informed him. "But there's some pizza left in the kitchen. Go have a slice of that and then meet me in the bedroom."

"Alright, I like the sound of this."

His smirk had grown and I swatted the back of his head as I slid my arms off of his shoulders.

"Don't be such a perv!"

He laughed and stood up from his chair as I shook my head and he pulled me in for a quick kiss before we headed downstairs and went our separate ways.

If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was run the perfect bath for relaxation. It had been my tradition every evening after I'd dropped Gray off at Chris' house - I would pour myself a glass of wine and take a bath, enjoying the opportunity for a long soak without the risk of Grayson interrupting. The bathtub in Chris' en suite made that indulgence even better due to it's size and depth and I'd taken advantage of it several times during our stay with Chris. Which meant that I had quite the assortment of bath salts and bubble bath to create the perfect bath for Chris.

The tub had just finished filling up when he walked in and I heard him chuckle at the sight.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed."

"Oh, shush," I teased, turning around to face him once I'd turned off the taps. "This will be much more effective than whatever you were imagining."

Chris scoffed at that claim, a smirk firmly on his face.

"I disagree."

"I'm sure you do, but that's too bad. Now, strip."

"Ooh, I like it when you're bossy."

His comment earned another roll of my eyes as I crossed my arms and waited for him to do as I'd instructed.

As he did, I couldn't help, but stare. He seemed to be toning up even more during our quarantine and the sight of his perfectly sculpted body took my breath away every time I had the luxury of seeing it. He caught my gaze and colour flooded my cheeks as I knew that he'd seen me gawking at him, but despite the smug look on his face, he made no comment as he climbed into the tub.

Once he was settled with his head resting back on the edge of the tub, I sat down on the closed lid of the toilet and picked my phone up from where it was sitting on the counter. I unlocked the screen with the intention of replying to my mother who had messaged me while I was getting the bath ready, but a giggle slipped from my lips when I saw what was already open on my phone from earlier that day. Chris raised a questioning eyebrow and I debated whether or not to tell him about it. It had the potential to send his stress levels sky rocketing again, but if he thought I was hiding something from him, it would probably irritate him and ruin his mood anyway so I came clean.

"Hannah sent me a link to an Instagram account today that posts lots of gossip stuff," I informed him. "Most of it seems to be just random submissions, but they've been right a few times, I guess, so people seem to believe whatever they say now."

"And why did she send you a link to it?"

"Because apparently you're engaged."

I was smiling as I broke the news to him because obviously I knew it wasn't true, but Chris let out a groan of annoyance.

"Engaged to who?! To you?"

"No, to a mysterious blonde. Apparently, the person who sent in the message has a friend who spotted you picking up some takeout with this woman. Her ring was clearly on display and you were openly affectionate with her while you waited for your food."

"That's just a straight up lie," Chris huffed. "I don't know why people waste their time making this shit up and I really don't know why you bother reading it."

"It's not like I seek it out, but Hannah finds it entertaining to see what people are saying about us," I shrugged. "You have to admit that it's kinda funny. It sends everyone into such a frenzy."

Chris shot me a look.

"Funny isn't the word I'd use."

"C'mon, it's a little amusing!" I smiled, scrolling down to the comments. "Like, look, they're discussing whether or not I fit the description in case I just dyed my hair blonde. But then someone else says they saw me in L.A. two weeks ago, around the time you were with the blonde woman, so it couldn't possibly be me. They're like little detectives."

Chris rolled his eyes, but there was a reluctant smile on his face.

"Detectives aren't allowed to just make things up," he pointed out. "Unless you took a secret trip a few weeks ago that I didn't know about."

"No, I didn't," I laughed. "You have some very creative fans."

"I don't think it's my fans who write that stuff. It's probably other people trying to antagonize them."

"Well, it works like a charm. They go nuts trying to decide if it's true. I just wish they wouldn't get so mean about it sometimes," I admitted. "Like, some of them were saying how glad they were that you'd moved on from me finally because of how cruel it is that I ruined your life by trapping you with a baby."

The scowl on Chris' face instantly returned with that additional information and I scolded myself for saying it.

"I should have let Downey sue them all like he wanted to when it first leaked that you were pregnant," Chris huffed. "Then maybe by now these gossip pages would know better than to post shit about us."

"It would have just made things worse," I insisted as a smirk slid onto my face. "Besides, it doesn't really bother me. I'm the one sitting next to you while you lounge completely naked in a bubble bath while they spiral into a jealous pit of despair."

That comment earned me a laugh before he sat up a bit higher in the tub.

"Why are you sitting over there anyway?" He asked. "Get in here with me."

I smiled at his demand, but shook my head.

"This isn't supposed to be a sexy bath. You're supposed to be relaxing."

"And what better way to relax than to share a bath with the woman I love?"

A statement like that was hard to resist, especially as he grinned up at me from the tub with that amazing smile of his. I relented with surprisingly little resistance and rose from where I was sitting.

"I suppose that's fair..."

Putting my phone back on the counter, I turned so my back was to Chris. I could feel his eyes burning into me as he stared and I bit back a smirk. I quickly undid the button on the shorts I was wearing and slid them down my legs, bending at the waist as I stepped out of them. A noise of approval came from behind me as I stood up again and I shot him what I hoped was a sexy look over my shoulder before I pulled my shirt over my head. After slipping out of my bra and quickly pulling off my panties, I left them with my shorts and turned around with one hand over my chest to keep it covered until I was settled in the tub under all the bubbles.

"Wow," Chris grinned. "You're so fuckin' hot."

I giggled at his compliment, feeling a wave of self-confidence from my little strip tease.

For the past few weeks I'd been spending more time in Chris' home gym and I was feeling the positive side effects - more than just in my slowly developing muscle tone. We'd had a fight one night not long after our first pool day when I made some self-deprecating comments that rubbed Chris the wrong way. He scolded me rather harshly for always talking badly about my body and, while at first his exasperated reaction made me shut down, it eventually led to a very open conversation.

I explained that I wasn't just fishing for compliments all the time. I had some serious insecurities and - as analyzed by Hannah who was a very well trained psychologist - I tended to put myself down first before someone else could do it. I informed him that it wasn't just the body changes that come from pregnancy that bothered me, but the fact that I hadn't had much time to go to the gym since Gray was born - when he was with me, I was busy with him and when he was with Chris, I was busy with work.

He understood where I was coming from and reminded me that his home gym was available for my use any time I wanted, but insisted that I make sure I was doing it for the right reasons. He didn't want me killing myself to change how I looked when I didn't really need to, but I assured him that my motivations weren't all vanity related. Sure, I wanted to look good, but I missed feeling strong and healthy.

After our conversation, I’d started taking some time every day to get some exercise and the difference it was making to my confidence even after a few short weeks was huge. So, hearing Chris' praise now made me feel wonderful because I was actually starting to believe it.

"Thanks," I smiled in response to his compliment as I got settled in the bath tub. We were facing each other, my legs draped over his thighs so my feet were resting by his hips and my bum was between his shins. He grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together as he watched me with what could only be described as an adoring look. "It's amazing what a few weeks at the gym can do."

"Helps that you were pretty hot to start with too," he teased. "But I'm glad you're feeling more confident."

"Me too." I leaned forward to press a soft kiss on his lips. "So, are you feeling more relaxed?"

"I am," Chris nodded before letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry I've been so stressed out lately. I just want this whole thing to go well."

"And it is," I repeated my earlier assurance. "So far you've had a great reaction."

"For now," he frowned. "I just want people to actually use it and get involved."

"They will," I assured him, leaning in for another kiss. "Have I told you how proud I am of you? You're doing such a great thing, using your influence to try and make a difference. It's very inspiring."

"Well, I think you're too kind," he told me, trying to be humble despite the proud grin on his face. "Really, it's the least I can do."

"Nope, the least you could do is nothing," I pointed out. "But you're trying to help people and I'm so proud of you for that. I'm grateful that Grayson has a dad like you to look up to."

It appeared - for a brief moment - that Chris' eyes grew a little bit glassy, but he blinked a few times and they were clear once again.

"Thanks, Winnie." He paused to clear his throat. "That really means a lot and I'm sorry I've been so busy this week. I have one more podcast interview to do tomorrow morning and then I have a few days off."

"I'm glad you'll get a break, but you don't need to be sorry," I assured him. "Even though it has been kinda weird. It's crazy that a few months ago, we only ever saw each other in passing, but now I miss you when you're busy for even a few hours."

It was true. I had missed him the last few days and it did seem ridiculous when we used to go weeks without seeing each other and even then it was just briefly at a pick up or drop off. I'd been spoiled the last few months, having so much of his time. Now, seeing him every day wasn't even enough if I didn't have much of his undivided attention.

A brief flash of dread tore through me as I shared that thought with Chris because I knew this would all come to an end some day. We couldn't stay locked away in his house forever, eventually we would both have to go back to work and I knew it would make things harder. Some people found that the intense quality time was testing their relationship, but I was worried that we'd start to crumble as soon as we weren't together almost twenty-four hours a day. Once the world of Hollywood got it's claws back in Chris, I couldn't help but wonder where that would leave me.

But as always when those thoughts filled my mind, I did my best to push them away. It was likely still months before anything would change so there was no point in stressing about it now and Chris chuckled, bringing me back to the moment.

"Awe, you’ve missed me?"

His words were accompanied by a cocky smirk and I smiled despite my rolling eyes.

"Shut up."

"It's sweet. I never thought you'd be a clingy kinda girlfriend."

I wrinkled my nose in displeasure at that thought and shook my head.

"I'm not clingy!"

"Kinda sounds like you are," he pointed out. "Can't even get through a work day without pining for me."

"I wasn't pining!" I huffed, but he continued insisting that it seemed like I was. "Well, I was just about to suggest we get out of this bath, but now I think maybe you don't deserve what I was thinking of doing next."

"Get out? You just got in," Chris pointed out with a raised eyebrow. "What else have you got planned?"

Now it was my turn to smirk as I rested my hands on the side of the tub before pushing up until I was standing in front of him.

"A little extra relaxation," I told him, deliberately keeping it vague. "But I guess now, you'll never know."

I stepped out of the tub and grabbed my towel. With one last glance back at Chris who was still sitting in the bath, looking a mix of surprised and intrigued, I wrapped the towel around myself and left the bathroom - making sure to sway my hips a little more than usual on my way out.

I heard the water slosh as Chris leapt up to follow me and he appeared in the bedroom - towel around his waist and water dripping to the floor - moments later.

"Chris!" I laughed. "You're getting the floor all wet!"

"So are you," he pointed out. "But I don't care."

I hardly had time to take in his words before he strode swiftly across the room and pulled me against his chest. His hands gripped my hips so tightly that it undid my towel and he moved just briefly enough for it to fall to the floor. Once that was out of the way, he captured my lips in a kiss so fierce it made my breath catch in my chest.

I indulged for a moment, enjoying the feel of his hands roaming by body as his lips worked against mine, but then I remembered who this evening was supposed to be about. I pulled back slightly, just enough to trail my lips across his jaw and locked them onto a spot just below his ear as my hands moved to the towel around his waist. I could feel a slight bulge pressing against me - he wasn't hard yet, but it was clear that the anticipation was having an effect on him - and I untucked the towel and let it fall down with mine to give me easier access.

I heard Chris take in a shaky breath and felt him tighten his grip on me as I took him in my hand. Smiling against his skin and enjoying his little reactions, I stroked him until he was thick and full from my touch.

"Get on the bed."

Chris' tone was demanding and there was definitely a part of me that wanted to follow his instructions, but I resisted and moved my face away from where it was buried in his neck, shaking my head.

"No, this is all about you," I reminded him. "You need to relax."

He voiced a few protests as I kissed my way down his chest, but he fell silent as I dropped to my knees in front of him. His hands were clenched in fists by his side while I continued to gently stroke him, placing soft kisses on the top of his thigh, but when my kisses moved closer until my lips landed on his cock, his hands shot to grip in my hair. He wasn't forcing anything or trying to control my movements, but the sense of control that action gave him was something I knew he enjoyed and I smiled before getting down to business.

I licked him slowly from base to tip, making him shudder as I took him into my mouth. His hips twitched, pushing farther in and I did my best to accommodate him. Letting him slide slowly over my tongue, I stretched my jaw to get my mouth around his thick shaft. He always felt big - he was big - but this action made it even more apparent and I took as much of him as I could before sliding back up his cock.

Pausing for a moment to suck at the tip, I used my hand to stroke him as I lifted my eyes to look up at his face. His hand gripped my hair tighter as he threw his head back briefly, then returned his gaze to me and met my eyes. I smiled around his cock before letting my lips move farther down, taking him back in my mouth. Not feeling completely confident in my ability to deep throat someone of his size, I used my hand to cover the base and began to bob my head with renewed enthusiasm, spurred on by all the sighs and groans that were falling from his lips.

I could feel myself growing wet. His reactions, the position we were in, the slight tug of my hair - it was all overwhelming me and increasing the temptation to let him fall from my mouth, push him onto the bed and ride him until we both couldn't take it anymore, but I tried to stay focused as I worked his cock.

After a few minutes, I could tell he was getting close as his grip on my head began leading me more and more, a sign his self control was waning. That only spurred me on, but as his breathing shifted until he was practically panting and I could feel his thigh muscles tensing where my hand was resting, I heard a sound that would kill any mood.

"Mama!"

Grayson's voice floated down the stairs. It was distant and quiet, but enough to make my blood run cold as I instantly pulled my mouth off Chris.

"Fuck," Chris groaned, a pained look on his face as I shot up from where I was kneeling. "Fuck, that kid has bad timing."

Gray called for me again, sounding slightly closer than he had before and I threw on one of Chris' shirts that was crumpled up on the bed. Luckily, it fit me like a dress and covered everything that needed to be covered.

"I'm so sorry, babe," I flashed him an apologetic look. "I'll take care of him and you can take care of that."

I gestured to his still very hard and throbbing cock and the poor man looked like he wanted to cry as I hurried out of the room.

Turns out, Grayson was just thirsty so after a quick drink of water, I tucked him back into bed. By the time I returned to our bedroom, Chris was fast asleep as he lay sprawled out, still naked on top of the duvet. It looked as if he had just collapsed onto the bed and even though he was asleep, his face still showed his exhaustion. I felt a flash of sympathy as I pulled the blanket off the back of the chair in the corner of the room and covered him up with it, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before climbing in to my side of the bed.

August

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Wed 17 March ‘21

Did we really get a SHOW from Niall AND a new song with Zayn on it AND a Zayn interview and photoshoot? I guess it is a lucky day, Happy St Patrick’s Day to us!

“Happy Paddy’s day to my fellow Irish and anyone who celebrates our great country today,” said our resident leprechaun Niall, and “love how I’ve got more texts today than I got on my birthday,” haha well glad he’s getting the Irish love- and he played a show!! He streamed from the Toucan pub in London- it’s short, not even 15 minutes and only four songs (you can watch the part of the stream right before it where they… make a sandwich?? though if you’re wanting to stretch it out), but damn so good! He opened with two old favorites from Flicker, aw nice to hear you, somehow makes the fun poppy Black and White sound like it was always meant to be a tearjerker slow song, and then worked everyone into a frenzy by covering U2’s With or Without you and rightly so, that’s an awesome cover! No complaints about that set at all, heck yeah!

Zayn’s new song came out today, not last night; I thought I just got confused by timezone stuff but actually it wasn’t me! Something weird happened and they delayed it and it was super confusing (the term ‘technical difficulties’ was used so that clears up nothing) but anyway it’s out now! Technically it’s not Zayn’s new song but Ingrid Michaelson’s with a Z feature but anyway it’s so pretty, worth the wait. Ingrid said she wrote the song the night Biden won the election, about the intense relief she felt, that she hopes it can be a song of hope as we come out of COVID, and that Zayn reached out to her to let her know he was a fan and he’d like to work together. Merch for the song is available in Ingrid’s shop, and that’s really pretty too!

And NOT ONLY THAT, Zayn’s INTERVIEW is out as well plus PICTURES and wow they are, yes you guessed it, also extremely pretty! He’s always a model but we see him so infrequently that it’s always shocking all over again to be confronted with just how damn perfect his face is, and they show him off very well indeed. And he SPEAKS; it’s very brief but the few glimpses inside he allows us are always a gift. He says, "I feel like, in general, no one is listening at the moment. With everything going on, and in a world of unnecessarily overexposed opinions, with people yelling at each other to see who makes the most noise, I feel like no one is being heard. People love to talk, but nobody likes to listen," "I think the quarantine has affected me in the same way as everyone else. I am not a person that spends too much time outside home or outdoors and I like to have my own space, so that is the only advantage, other than that now it is also driving me crazy," and less thoughtful but my personal favorite, I love salty Zayn telling haters what’s what, “if I haven’t worked with them, it’s because I don’t want to work with them yet.” Plus: "It really is not easy to have some form of creative freedom or control. The truth is that I have to continually go against the grain when people tell me to do things a certain way, but my stubbornness and my willingness to want to do things differently help me get through it.”

An article about Harry talks to Kid Harpoon, who Harry continues to outsource that part of Fine Line promo to-- as Harry’s stand in he talks about songs they wrote together in Japan that didn’t make it on FL including one that “nearly made it to the record” that “he and Styles are still obsessed with,” saying “it’s the same as the Watermelon thing with this song, it’s got… there’s a certain feeling in it, we’re just going to have to chip away at it and hopefully get it.” Fans-- HS3 is coming? Lol WHAT?? Like someday yeah but as usual I do NOT know how you got from that point A to that point B kids, it is not coming anytime soon. We also saw a video of Harry (via a dad!) saying “hi I’m Harry” for a fan, we KNOW Harry, and looking super cute, we also know that already, truly nothing new there, but news to me was that after Harry’s performance there was a spike of interest in leather pants and boas, I look forward to the fashion I see at the grocery store getting wild in the coming months; nothing about interest in Clueless jackets though, sorry Harry. Mitch posts to say, “as the grammy hangover wanes, just want to say how proud I am of my friend Harry,” and the Daily Mail included Harry in a layout of “pop princesses” at the grammys, nice to see the tabloids printing some TRUTH for once!

#Niall Horan #Zayn #Harry Styles #17 mar 21 #ingrid michaelson

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secretly-a-cold-blooded-murderer · 4 years ago

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Five Thousand Miles

Warning: Angst, descriptions of covid patients’ suffering, hospitals

A/n: I researched a lot about what covid patients go through in a hospital and their treatments but still took a couple creative liberties so I apologise if the descriptions aren’t accurate. Do tell me how you liked it!

Summary: Y/n tests positive for covid-19 and has to be hospitalised. Her boyfriend, Harry is five thousand miles away from her.

“Harry, I’m scared,” Y/n confessed as she readied herself, struggling with wearing her mask and gloves while also balancing her phone to continue talking to her boyfriend on FaceTime.

“It’ll be alright, you are taking every precaution you can. Plus, you have to get out of the house sometime, you can’t survive on air alone. Trust me, baby, you can do this.”

Harry’s voice was keeping her grounded, she wanted to continue talking to him but knew it would be impossible to shop and talk to him at the same time, so she nodded at him, “You’re right. Okay, I’ll call you when I get back. Safely.”

Taking a deep breath, she went out the door to a world of germs, people, and newly acquired viruses.

Being in the middle of a pandemic alone wasn’t her favourite situation to be in. It felt better when she had company, people who would help her buy the essentials. As soon as situations eased up a bit, her quarantine partners left New York to be with their families. She was all alone now.

Looking at all the empty streets, Y/n was left with a weird sensation. The city that never slept had never been quieter. She was so used to being woken up by car horns and car alarms in the morning that during the first few weeks of lockdown, she found it hard to wake before noon. This quiet was almost poetic, like the stuff of post-apocalyptic films. Y/n wasn’t sure if the silence comforted her or terrified her.

There were more people in the store than she had expected, though all in their masks, she breathed in relief. She went straight to the personal hygiene section, remembering the most important item on her list, only to find that the store was all out of toilet papers, the one thing films didn’t guess would be a big problem. She rolled her eyes at the selfish people who had panic-bought more stuff than they would have needed.

She tried every store near her neighbourhood, and eventually was able to get the last set in the final shop she visited. Tired from driving all over the city in search of toilet papers, she went to the check-out line to finally buy her stuff.

Standing in her place, Y/n noticed the people in the store, few whose foreheads were furrowed, their eyes darting around making sure they were maintaining the mandated distance from others, panic evident on their mask-covered faces. Some others appeared plain bored. Already used to the new routine and just wanting to get it over with.

She was so lost her observations, she almost didn’t hear it, the woman behind her in the line coughed loudly, making people jump farther apart than the required six feet.

“It’s just allergies,” the woman announced in a nasal voice, rolling her eyes at people’s reaction.

As Y/n’s turn came at the check-out counter, she found herself frozen to the ground, she didn’t know why but the cough threw her off. It felt weird to react the way she did, but she could not make herself move. She was nervous. She wanted to laugh at herself for feeling this way because of a measly cough, but it wasn’t so simple and right now all she felt was fear.

“Oh for god’s sake,” the woman moved forward, pushing her aside and placed her items at the counter. Even the employee there seemed wary, but knew he had to comply to keep his job.

It was only after the woman left, was Y/n finally able to move, she shook her head as if to shake the incident away from her mind and finally paid for her items.

She ran all the way home, even though she knew she shouldn’t have. She couldn’t help herself, she just wanted to move away from the public and into the safety of her home as soon as she could.

As she entered her house, Y/n felt her chest tighten, as though someone was sitting on it, she couldn’t breathe properly. It felt like she was breathing through a squished straw.

In between her wheezing, she searched around for her inhaler in her side bag. She felt her breath coming back a few seconds after she breathed in the medicine. She fell to her knees in exhaustion and took in a few more breaths to calm down.

She then picked herself up and embarked on an extensive set of tasks- Taking off her gloves and mask, removing her shoes at the entrance of her house, washing her hands. But, this somehow didn’t seem enough to her, so she went ahead and took another shower, just to be extra sure.

While in the shower, she cursed her asthma. It wasn’t usually a big hurdle in her life, but now, everything was a hundred times worse. This was the first time she had feared for her life. Her anxiety was at an all-time high and all she had to keep her sane was her daily FaceTime calls with Harry.

Opening her laptop to do her work, she checked the numbers again- seventy thousand new cases. She sighed and closed her laptop, not having the motivation to do any work. She scrolled through her social media to distract herself only to be shoved more news about the coronavirus, she let out a groan of frustration and switched off her phone, deciding to take a nap instead.

Only she couldn’t sleep. She thought back to all the plans she made with Harry, promising him to be there next to him while he toured the globe. She laughed at the situation and how no one in a million years could have guessed the current world state.

She didn’t know when she fell asleep, but she must have as she woke up with a jolt in her bed after a strange dream. She shook her head and looked out her window to see the sky dark. She switched on her phone, it was 8 pm. She cursed to see three missed calls from Harry and one from her friend, Sarah.

Preparing herself, she called Harry.

“Where were you, I called like three times?” His voice was deeper than usual, she guessed he had just woken up because of her call. She calculated it to be 4 am in London, where Harry was. She felt bad for waking him up like that.

“I know, I switched off my phone and fell asleep. Sorry,” she grimaced.

Harry hummed in acknowledgement, “how you doing?”

She could hear rustling on the other side and imagined a sleepy Harry sitting up in his bed, his hair messy from his sleep, “Just missing ya’.”

“I know, I hate that I had to leave you like that, wish you could come with me,” there was a hint of a whine in Harry’s voice which made Y/n smile.

“Wish I had a visa for England, I really wanted to come too,” and she meant that. At least that way, she wouldn’t have to be alone.

“I’ll video call you tomorrow, it’s late here, or rather early,” what he was saying next was obscured by his yawn. She sighed, she missed him too much.

“Yeah sure, see you tomorrow, bye.”

“Bye.”

When the call disconnected, she messaged Sarah to ask what the call was about, who didn’t respond. She shrugged her shoulders and went down to the kitchen to start preparing for dinner.

It started with a headache. She didn’t ponder much on it and instead only took medicine to curb the pain enough to continue working.

It was when she felt a certain roughness in her throat, did she pay attention. Her cough worsened within days, she was having a hard time breathing normally. It felt like a less severe but constant asthma attack. She took her temperature, which showed her to be having a fever at 101°F.

It took her some time to even process what was happening to her, she initially wondered if it could be the flu or something non-covid, but she knew she couldn’t take the chances. Harry was the first person she informed.

“What are you saying?!” Harry was frantic, his forehead creased as he ran his fingers through his hair, messing them up.

“I have a fever, a cough, and I’m having difficulty breathing,” counting the symptoms on her fingers, she informed him again.

“It could be the flu, Y/n you didn’t even go outside. How could it be anything else?”

“H, I did go out to buy supplies, didn’t I? Maybe I got infected there somehow. We shouldn’t be kidding ourselves. I have to at least get tested.” You didn’t want to show him just how scared you were, but it was hard to keep your voice from cracking.

“I am scared, H,” you let the tears out. Your shoulders shook while you tried to wipe your tears as they were leaking from your eyes.

Harry closed his eyes, not being able to see you sobbing, “I know baby, but I know you’ll be strong. I will take the next flight to LA. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He promised, his mouth set in a hard line as a strong look of determination crossed his face.

She shook her head with as much strength she could muster, “No Harry, you shouldn’t keep travelling, plus, you can’t stay with me and I don’t want you staying at some hotel. It’s not safe.”

“Bu—”

“—I won’t hear another word about it. I have Sarah, and you have your work to take care of. I will be fine.”

She knew Harry wanted to say more, object to her claims, she would not be fine. But he knew it would be of no use, once she had made up her mind, it would be impossible to change it. So, he settled for a low nod.

“Keep me updated, I’ll also talk to Sarah. She better be there for it all. You should now call your doctor, see what’s the next step.”

Y/n nodded, smiling that Harry understood. She didn’t want to trouble him. She also wanted to pretend for a few more seconds that this was not a big deal.

She called Dr Gupta, her heart was beating at an all-time high and her energy was at an all-time low. She barely had enough breath to tell her doctor about her situation who booked an appointment for her to go to the nearest covid testing facility.

She took a deep breath, wore her protective gear and drove to the testing lab which was a ten-minute drive from her place. She was already out of breath by the time she reached the place.

When she was done with her test, she felt worse than she had before. Sarah called to check in on her, but Y/n didn’t have the energy to talk so Sarah video-called her, seeing Y/n’s face would have to be enough for her at that point.

Sarah’s eyes softened, seeing her best friend heaving, eyes shut and groaning due to her chest pain. But she knew, more than anything, her best friend was scared.

“I hope with everything that I am that the test comes back negative,” her voice was tinged with worry and genuine hope.

Y/n could only nod.

The call came two days later, Y/n sat up in her bed, she had been dreading this moment these past days, with Harry and Sarah to distract her.

The test came back positive.

She fell back into her bed, cushioned by her pillow and started shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed.

She felt insanely dehydrated by the time she stopped crying, she didn’t even get to call either of her friends. She stood up with a groan, and following one slow step after the other, she went to the bathroom to wash her now tear-stained face.

The call she made to Harry wasn’t an easy one. She knew he would take the news worse than she had, and her reaction was not a light one.

“I prayed. I promise I prayed Y/n,” his words were almost indecipherable in between his cries. His every tear followed the other with a ferocity never before noticed by Y/n.

Her own tears followed suite, she was so sure she had finished up all her tears, but she was proven wrong. Soon, the only conversation happening between the two was through their sobs.

She wanted to curse all the gods, she didn’t want to go through the pains of having this disease and she didn’t want to do it alone. Even though she had Harry and Sarah standing right beside her, knowing they would not be able to meet her in person, she had never felt more alone.

“I don’t feel good, H,” she confessed. Breathing was becoming difficult day by day, she would rather have an asthma attack twice a day than having this constant pressure on her chest and throat. She knew she had to tell him, “I have to get admitted to the hospital first thing in the morning tomorrow, they say my covid could be worsened because of my asthma,” she let out in between a series of coughs stopping her after every word.

Harry nodded, his heartbeat rising. He cursed himself for leaving his girlfriend alone in the country. If he hadn’t left, she would not be going through this, “I’ll tell Sarah, you go rest,” he promised, seeing it get increasingly difficult for her to even sit up in her bed.

If Y/n was scared before, then the hospital made it thousand times worse. It was a scary sight, the covid ward was in an isolated area of the hospital, the doctors and nurses were in full PPE kits, the patients were lined up next to each other separated by curtains. She passed a room with ICU written on the glass door. With what she could see, she noticed several other patients, some with masks covering their nose, probably providing oxygen. Others seemed in worse conditions, they were intubated via ventilators.

Seeing them facing the same crisis together, although away from their families, but forming a new family of sorts in solidarity to their conditions gave her little comfort. Those who wore the nasal masks and thus still had the ability to talk were speaking to each other, even reading something from their phones to those who were on ventilators. Covid had seemed like a situation she would have to go through alone, her initial views though were changing.

She was admitted to the regular covid ward, with the rest of the non-critical patients and would be observed overnight. She was assisted with oxygen through a nasal mask, just like the people around her, she had noticed.

“Hey, I’m Cecilia, call me Cece,” a thirty-something woman introduced herself from beside you. The curtain was partially open, allowing Y/n to see only her face.

“Y/n, nice to meet you,” she called back, smiling as much her energy would allow.

“Never guessed this is how I would be spending my lockdown,” she laughed lightly, pointing to her mask. She then followed it up with a cough, groaning with the strain.

Y/n felt bad for her, only to be subjected to the same.

These were going to be some long days. Though she did feel better knowing she would not be facing this alone. She looked around the room, at probably twenty patients around her, in the same situation as her, if not in worse conditions. She then thought back to the people in the ICU and what they must be subjected to.

Her phone brought her attention to itself, it was Harry FaceTiming her; putting on a smile, she picked up the call.

“Hey handsome,” she suggestively raised her eyebrows, not wanting to worry him any further.

Harry did not even notice her words, he was too busy gawking at her nasal mask, “what is that?” worry coating his voice.

“Oh just my new accessory, you like it?” although Y/n wanted to look nonchalant, the pain in her voice could not be hidden, she sighed, “They are giving me oxygen through this.”

Harry’s eyebrows were knitted together in worry, Y/n wanted to make him feel better. She could not rest knowing her love was out there worrying about her, “Look I made a friend,” she turned the camera to Cece laying next to her six feet apart, “Cece, say hi to my boyfriend, Harry.”

She had forgotten her boyfriend was a big deal but was reminded of it by Cece’s gasp, “Harry freaking Styles ohmigod ohmigod,” Cece squealed, making Y/n forget for a second that she was not a teenager.

“Hullo love,” Harry greeted her in his ‘fan voice’, a smile graced her lips. “Hope you beat covid and get better soon.” Cece’s smile made Y/n realise how long these people had gone without having a reason to smile and how desperately they needed it.

Cece’s squeal garnered the attention of the people around them. Noticing the pop icon on the phone screen, conversations started flowing between everybody. Introductions were made, friendships were formed and smiles were passed around, along with Y/n’s phone. So, she asked a nearby nurse if they could access a bigger screen so everyone could see and talk to her boyfriend.

When the staff hooked up a screen, Harry gave all the patients an impromptu concert. Y/n had not smiled in days the way this concert had made her. She expected fear, anxiety, deaths and instead got friends, laughter, and music.

When Harry was done performing for his audience, he gave her a brief look. “I love you,” she whispered to him, smiling when he returned the words.

The next day, she was woken up by the noises around her, she panicked for a moment, not recognising the place she was in; but calmed when she regained her senses and noticed the blue curtains of the hospital, several machines and the people they were attached to.

She made a short conversation with Cece but had to stop because she was getting out of breath. With every passing moment, her chest pain too was increasing. She did keep listening to people chat around her. Some were on calls with their family, others were busy reading books and listening to music. She kept getting shouts of gratitude from the people in the ward for Harry the previous night.

For the next two days, that kept her going. She learned about her fellow patients, Jonathan was 59 years old, his son was an engineer and he couldn’t have been more proud; Jaya was a 42-year-old woman with bronchitis and wanted to visit Paris at least once in her life. Marc was a 50-year-old diabetic who was in a band in the 80s, they were planning a reunion show. She met countless people, each with their own stories.

At about 10 am on a Thursday, her situation worsened. The doctors had come for a routine checkup, only to see that her oxygen levels were dropping steadily and she needed immediate assistance.

She was shifted to the ICU ward. She had to be intubated and thus was given a board and marker to write anything if she wanted.

“—Yes sir, she was shifted to the ICU this morning—”

“—We can’t say much right now, but we’ll inform you if anything changes—”

“—Okay, take care, Sir.”

Y/n heard bits and pieces of the conversation her doctor was having with Harry, although since she was on medication, she couldn’t register much of it. The nurses brought her phone to her, a silhouette moving on the screen.

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?”

Y/n pondered how to describe the immense pain burning through her respiratory passage and the lack of oxygen eating away her lungs and not give him nightmares. So, she offered him a tired thumbs up.

Harry watched his girlfriend cough, her face contorting in pain and could not control his tears, he didn’t want to think about the worst-case scenario but could not stop his mind from going there. He knew how low the chances were of people on ventilators coming back. But he had to remain positive, someone had to. She needed him to be strong for her. So, he wiped away his tears, put on his best brave face and talked to her.

He called her every three hours. Giving updates to her about his day, talking to her about whatever he could. He talked enough to compensate for the silence on her part. She smiled through every sentence, even though he could not see it, even though it wasn’t visible on her face, even though she didn’t have the power to, she smiled.

And she listened. So she didn’t have to focus on Josephine dying next to her or Augusta who was a hair length’s distance away from dying the previous day. Even though doctors told her that her situation was worsening, she listened because that became the only thing keeping her from giving up.

As her pains didn’t go away, and her condition worsened further, she was given sedatives and was thus mostly asleep. Which she was thankful for, for she couldn’t take it anymore, she just wanted to rest.

Dr Garcia came by routinely to check on her, talking to her about the outside world, gave her the gossips being passed around the hospital. Even though she was barely awake to listen to any of it, she was thankful for the kind doctor providing a calm lull while doing her job.

“Mr Styles, I’m afraid her condition isn’t getting any better. She should have shown atleast some improvements,” Dr Garcia informed Harry in a heavy voice.

On the other side of the line, Harry didn’t know what to do, it felt like someone was pulling away the floor under him. “What happens now?” He asked, praying for some hopeful news.

“We really can’t say much, each case is different, but it would be better uhm,” the doctor was thinking through her words, wanting to be as considerate as possible, “is there any family of hers that would want to talk to her?”

Harry almost let out a sob as he realised what the doctor was implying ‘is there anyone who would want to give her a final goodbye?’

“No, Y/n’s family passed away in an accident when she was 16, it’s just me and Sarah,” he explained, his voice on the verge of cracking, it was becoming harder to get words out of his mouth. He didn’t want to talk anymore, he just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.

“Oh, I understand,” Dr Garcia nodded, feeling sorry for the young girl who had stolen the hearts of everyone in the ward. She was a sweet girl, who had dreams and still held love for life even after everything she had seen. “This is not the end, Harry, she can still recover, God, I pray she does, this is not the end.” She really believed the words she was saying and wanted Harry to feel the same.

He nodded, tears clouding his eyes. He too really wanted to believe that.

A beat of silence fell upon the conversation, both in deep thought, “Harry, she wrote something on her board when she was awake yesterday,” Harry’s ears pricked up, “she wrote and I quote ‘I will not give up’ with a smiley face at the end. She is a fighter, you remember that,” Dr Garcia gave her parting ways and went back to her work.

Y/n’s words were imprinted in Harry’s mind. After the call, he made himself more presentable, wiping his tears and drove up to the church near Y/n’s house. He had come back to LA after Y/n was admitted to the ICU. He couldn’t be five thousand miles away from her in that condition.

The church was almost empty, which was surprising to Harry, given the situation, but he wasn’t complaining. He walked up the aisle, his hand grazing each wooden bench as he reached the altar and kneeled. He didn’t what to pray or how to pray, but he tried anyway. He closed his eyes and called out to God; he prayed with every part in his body, with every bone, every muscle, every fibre of being for his love to get better. For her to keep fighting. And for him to gain enough strength to deal with it all.

All this time, he had been feeling so helpless, not being able to do anything to make her better. But he made peace with the fact that the only thing he could do right now was to have faith. To have faith in God to guide him and her, in Y/n to be the stubborn strong-willed woman that she was and continue fighting, he had faith in his faith and that it would not disappoint.

He stayed there, talking to God until the closing hours. He then went back to Y/n’s place and sat on the sofa, waiting by his mobile, ready for any phone call he might receive.

He was awoken the next day by his phone ringing on the coffee table next to him. He looked at the time, it was noon, he picked up.

“Congratulations Harry, she’s getting better,” the relief was evident in Dr Garcia’s voice.

Harry felt himself getting physically lighter.

“I mean there is still a long way to go, but her oxygen levels are rising, her lungs are recovering, she’ll be soon able to breathe on her own. Harry, she did it, she won,” Harry didn’t listen to the rest of what the doctor was saying, he was too busy falling in love with the love of his life. It felt like he himself had come back from the dead. He knew his faith could never disappoint.

“Thank you doctor, I’ll be waiting for the call when you tell me she’s tested negative,” he laughed, his lungs breathing in air after what felt like a lifetime.

Dr Garcia chuckled along with him and agreed, telling him Y/n would call him when she woke up.

“You know I love you right? My fighter,” Harry tightened his grip on her hand and kissed her knuckles.

Y/n’s head fell back as laughter bubbled out of her, “You just told me that like two minutes ago.”

“I know, but a few weeks ago I thought I would never get to say it to you ever again. So, I will keep reminding you every minute that I love you and that you are the strongest person I know,” he snaked his arms around her, placing his head on top of hers, “I really missed holding you.”

She breathed in Harry’s scent, slowly regaining her sense of smell, she had missed this too. She cupped his cheek with her right hand and gave him a light peck.

Harry grabbed the back of her head, keeping her lips on his, deepening the kiss. When they separated, he rested his forehead against hers, not wanting her to move even an inch away from him.

Noticing her deep breaths, he whispered in her ears, “This is the only reason I want you to be out of breath. This and well... the other one,” he smirked.

“Oh hush you,” Y/n blushed, she sucked in a breath through her teeth, “Shit man, I love you.”

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