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imawkwardlysoc · 2 years ago

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"only bought this dress so you could take it off"

Song: Dress by Taylor Swift

Pairing: bob floyd x reader (afab)

Warning(s): Allusions to smut (not written) & Aftercare

Word Count: 1,913

Summary: Y/N had just moved to Miramar and was invited to the Navy Ball in San Diego by her roommate. Soon when the both of them arrived, Y/N was met with a face she hasn't seen in a long time.

Backing away from the full length mirror, I admired the dress I picked out a few days ago. The muted gold beaded dress hugged my waist in all the right ways. With it being off the shoulder and a sweetheart neckline, it showed the right amount of chest without it being too scandalous.

“Wow, you look amazing.” I looked over to see my roommate, Natasha, entering my room.

“Are you sure? I mean is this appropriate for a naval ball?” I turned to face her.

“Yes, all heads will turn to you when you enter the ballroom,” she reassured me. “Who knows? Maybe a navy man will approach you and you end up going on a date with him, but if it’s Hangman, straight up reject him.”

I laughed at what she said. “Nat, I just moved here two weeks ago, I’m not looking for a relationship yet.”

Ever since I moved to San Diego two weeks ago, I’ve been more focused on my teaching job. I work at the local high school near a navy base as a science teacher. I was hired when the school year already started so I've been catching my students up since the substitute teacher they had barely got them learning.

“Well, the Lyft is almost here, you should finish getting ready,” she told me before leaving my room.

Slipping on a pair of gold heels, I grabbed my clutch and double checked the inside to see if I had all of the things I needed. Closing it, I walked out of my room and walked out of the house with Natasha after she locked the front door. Getting into the car, our driver started to drive us to the US Grant hotel.

“Hey, everything is going to be fine,” Natasha squeezed my hand. “All of the Dagger Squad is going to love you.”

We soon pulled up to the hotel and saw a bunch of naval higher ups in their uniforms with their plus ones. I’m pretty sure that I also saw some politicians entering the hotel. Natasha and I soon walked in and headed to the ballroom entrance where we showed our identifications along with invites.

When we walked in, I started to feel overwhelmed. Many members of the Navy and their plus ones filled the room while a live band played music.

“Oh, I see them!” Natasha started to drag me to where her friends were. “Guys, meet Y/N.”

I was soon met with two dark skinned men, one with a buzzcut, another one with a somewhat porno mustache, and one who looked like a real life Ken doll. She soon started to introduce me to them with their actual names and call signs. More of the members came and I was introduced to them along with her captain and his husband.

“Guess who finally showed up,” Jake announced. “How long does it take to get a soda?”

“Y/N, meet-” I looked over to see who came and I froze.

“Robbie?” His name fell out of my mouth.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He asked.

“Oh my god, it’s been so long.” I walked up and hugged him.

“It has.” He returned my hug.

“Wait, is this the Robbie you told me about?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded my head.

“Are we missing something here?” Mickey asked.

“Yeah, did you and Baby on Board used to have a thing or?” Jake asked.

“Baby on Board?” A confused look formed on my face when I heard the name he gave Robbie.

“No, we used to be childhood friends back in North Carolina,” Robbie explained.

“Yeah we’ve lived in the same neighborhood until I had to move to Arizona because my dad got a new job,” I nodded and pointed to Natasha. “That’s where I met Natasha.”

“And we’ve been inseparable until we had to leave for college.” Nat wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “It took me some convincing to get her to move down here.”

“Well, I had to finish both of my masters,” I told her.

“Two masters?” Admiral Kazansky raised his eyebrow.

“Yes, one in mechanical engineering and one in physics, but I also have a teaching credential for physics.” I smiled proudly.

“Do you mind if we continue this conversation while I get myself another drink?” The admiral asked me.

“I don’t mind at all Admiral,” I answered while linking arms with him.

While on our walk to the bar, he started asking me questions about my studies and why I double majored. I also talked about my time studying my undergrad at Cal Poly and getting my masters/teaching credential at the University of San Francisco.

Throughout our conversation, I glanced at the other side of the room to see Robbie talking to some of his squadron members. We would send each other a smile if we made eye contact with each other.

Soon a familiar tune filled my ears and the room. Placing my drink down on the bar, I faced the admiral.

“Excuse me sir, but I have to do something,” I excused sir.

“It’s no problem, also call me Tom.” He smiled and I nodded my head.

Hurrying myself to the other side of the room, I made my way to where Robbie was. When I saw him leaning against the wall as he listened to his friends, a smile came onto our faces as lyrics started to echo through the room. Handing his drink to Ruben, I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the dance floor as Come On Eileen played. (A/N I just imagine the dance scene in Perks of Being a Wallflower) We started to do the dance routine that we created when we were kids whenever this song played through the stereo. We continued to dance to the song and sang out the lyrics.

“Wow, it’s been a while since we last did that,” I caught my breath after he dipped me and we moved to a slow dancing position.

“I’m surprised that we still remember it,” he chuckled.

“After the amount of times we perform this dance in front of our families, I would be surprised if we don't remember the moves,” I looked up at him.

He still had the same face from what I remembered as a little kid, but it was more defined. He was still the shy and reserved kid that I knew of as I grew up.

“Hey, wanna head out?” He whispered in my ear which sent chills down my spine.

“Sure,” I agreed.

He led me off the dance floor and went to his squad.

“It’s been great meeting you all. I hope we get to see each other again,” I told everyone.

They all said their goodbyes and Robbie and I left the hotel ballroom. As Robbie and I waited for the valet to bring his wrangler around, I felt him put his coat over my shoulders and wrapped his arm around them. Leaning against him, I looked up at him and gave a smile. Soon the wrangler was pulled up and he helped me into the car. Getting into the driver’s seat, he closed the door and untied the tie he was wearing.

During the drive to Natasha and I’s house, we were sharing stories and memories from our childhood. He also explained the reason why Jake called him Baby on Board sometimes. I laughed at the stories that he had with his crew. I guess he’s glad that he’s permanently stationed here with his crew.

Pulling up in front of the house, he got out of the driver’s seat and helped me out of the car. Walking me up to the door, we stood there for a moment, waiting to see what happens next.

“Thanks for taking me home,” I thanked him.

“No problem, it’s nice seeing you again,” he smiled. “You look beautiful by the way.”

“Thank you,” I looked down at the ground and blushed.

I soon felt his fingers touch my chin and moved my head to face him. Don’t know the reason why but I started to feel my heart begin to race as my stomach fluttered. Leaning my head in as his did, our lips touched and moved. It continued for a few more seconds as it got more passionate until we detached, looking at each other with a blush on our faces.

“Did that just?” I asked.

“Yeah, it did,” he nodded his head.

“Well, I should head in now,” I told him and grabbed my house key from my clutch.

Unlocking it, I pushed open the door and walked into the house without closing the door. I tossed my clutch on the kitchen island and started my walk down the hallway to my room. Hearing the sound of Robbie’s footsteps entering the house, I looked over my shoulder a little and gave him a wink. Entering my room, I took off my heels and started to unzip the back of my dress.

“Need help with that?” I heard Robbie’s voice enter my room.

“Please,” I answered despite me not needing any help.

Chills were sent throughout my body as I felt his breath hit my neck as he slowly unzipped my dress. I bit the inside of my lip as he started to place kisses down my neck. With my dress off, leaving me in my undergarments, I turned and started to kiss him as he led me to my bed.

*Aftercare*

Tangled up in my bed sheets, Robbie laid flat on his back while I laid my head on his chest. One of his arms wrapped around my waist while the other drew circles on my thigh.

“Imagine if we told younger us that we’ll be in this situation,” I chuckled, looking up at him.

“I feel they would be grossed out,” he let out a laugh. “I miss this, I miss us hanging out with each other.”

“Me too,” I agreed. “It sucked that we weren’t able to keep in contact with each other.”

He nodded his head and hummed in agreement. “But hey, we got to see each other again even though it took over ten years.”

“True,” I laughed.

“I know I already said that you look beautiful but that dress on you is amazing,” he complimented me.

“Well, I should buy that dress in other colors if it makes you do this,” I smirked as I gestured to us in bed.

“Nah, anything you wear can make me feel like this,” he placed a kiss on my lips.

“This isn’t going to affect our friendship right?” I asked him.

“I already lost you once, not losing you again,” he said while pulling me closer to him.

I smiled and laid my head on his chest letting out a yawn. Closing my eyes, I drifted off to sleep.

*The Morning After*

Opening my eyes, I looked over to see Robbie still sleeping. Smiling to myself and last night’s events, I quietly got out of bed and threw on his dress shirt. Walking out of my room, I walked down the hall to the kitchen to see Natasha standing there with a cup of coffee and a smirk on her face.

“So, my backseater huh?” She asked.

“Shush,” I blushed a little while pouring myself a cup of coffee.

“Hey, just saying he’s a really good guy but you already know that,” she told me.

Soon we heard footsteps revealing Robbie in his boxers and hair disheveled.

“Yeah, he really is.”

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cassiebones · 3 years ago

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I'm seeing a lot through all my social media about the new anti-trans youth bill in Texas and how "kids that young don't know who they are or what they want and it's abuse to force that on them blah blah blah" like no. Fuck that.

I've been working as a substitute teacher for the last year. I work in two districts. My home district and one I live 20 minutes away from. I went to school in my home district and I didn't know any trans kids growing up UNTIL they were out of school. My best friend from childhood is trans and I am so proud of him now living his best life and I look back and can now understand things in retrospect that made no sense growing up. He was always kind of sad. Not like straight out, openly depressed. But I remember looking over at him and seeing this look come over his face that would disappear the second he saw mine. He moved away when we were 11 and, after high school, he transitioned, had surgery, got married to the woman of his dreams, and just looks so much happier than I've seen him I think ever. I compare pics of him from when we were ten to picks now and I can honestly see the difference in him. If he'd been comfortable enough or had the vocabulary to express what he was feeling, I believe he would have transitioned when we were little. His parents are 100% supportive and loving, as is his sister.

Anyway, as I said, I'm a substitute for 2 districts. In both, the middle and high schools are connected. In my home district, we've always been relatively LGBTQ positive. We had (and still have) several openly queer staff members. Our music teacher was a self-proclaimed Bear and openly spoke of his husband. He ran the GSA (now SAGA for Sexuality and Gender Alliance) and several of us volunteered to make rainbow pins for the day of silence. We always ran out, no matter how many we made. We got support from all over. That being said, while I was in school, I didn't know anybody who was out while I was in school. I had friends I knew were queer, but they weren't out to the school at large. That has since changed drastically. Now, I walk through the halls and see flags hanging up everywhere, teacher's keep them on their desks as a show of support to any student, out or not, who needs to see that. Keep in mind, I live in a relatively red county in New York State, so we still have a lot of conservatives that question pronouns and make disparaging comments about the community as a whole, but it does not stop these kids from openly supporting and defending the ones who are out and proud.

In my home district, I do not know one openly trans kid. There may be some, but I haven't had every student yet so I haven't met any.

In the other district, though? I just did a 2 day substitution for a sixth grade class and I had 3 trans students in one day. Two of them I didn't even know we're trans until I accidentally dead-named them because of the roster.

The first time it happened, it was immediately corrected by that student and several others in class. I obviously immediately corrected myself and asked their pronouns (they/him). This kid absolutely Lit Up when I asked that question. As if nobody had ever asked it before. Mind you, this was on FRIDAY. Already well into the school year in March. I assume his teacher had asked and used those pronouns and his classmates knew and used them, but I wonder if any sub ever did. Idk I don't want to make assumptions, but they looked at me like I was an anomaly, in the best way possible.

Another trans kid had a guidance appointment during class and I got a call halfway through to send him down. They dead-named him. I had literally no clue who they were talking about and I said the name out loud.

Y'all let me tell you I nearly peed myself when this entire class of 11 and 12yo's yelled his corrected name straight at me. I have auditory processing issues so the wave of "DAKOTA" didn't register. I was like terrified like what?

Then he said, in a really small voice, "My name is Dakota" and I was like, "oh, sorry. Dakota, guidance is waiting for you." He nodded and went on his merry way. I asked his friends what his pronouns were and they said 'he/him'. I thanked them and went on with the class. But, honestly? I felt awful. Twice I had dead-named a trans kid that day. I know it's not my fault but like these kids go through enough so I still felt super awful.

Third kid gets to my classroom and they have a trans pin so I'm like, okay, I'm ready. It's not going to happen a third time.

Before I take attendance, I ask them quietly, what is your name and what are your pronouns? She/her. Okay, great. I take note and I say the right name as I'm going through the roster. She smiles and gives me a thumbs up. I felt like the student getting a goddamn gold star.

So. What's my point in all this? Asking for pronouns, chosen names, etc, is not that hard. Supporting your trans students is not hard. It's not fucking abusive (ABBOTT). It makes them super fucking happy when you get it right, when you make that effort, when you show them that you actually care about getting it right and making that effort.

I shouldn't have had to ask the students at this point in the year, though. They were all openly trans. Their teachers knew it. I found notes with "real names" in desks when I looked later on (they give substitutes freshly printed rosters) and cursed myself for not looking sooner. Dakota was a regular Guidance attendee, so even SHE should have known his name and pronouns, but she gave me the wrong ones and the wrong name and made me purposely misgender this poor kid. I'm glad that the class yelled at me. I hope they do it with other substitutes, too. I hope it hammers in the fact that these kids know not only who they are, but also know and respect who their classmates are. It's so much easier for kids to understand this than adults. It's so super important for trans kids to have their names and pronouns respected not only by their peers but the adults in their life.

Creating bills that make respecting that a crime punishable by actually taking them away from supportive families and sending them to suicide-supporting camps (because that's EXACTLY what they are) is absolutely horrid. Keeping younger kids from being able to express their identities just because they don't align with some bigoted lawmakers' beliefs and keeping them from seeing the adults in their lives being able to express their own sexualities and/or gender expressions is so incredibly harmful and it's the reason why so many people (like myself) don't even realize that they're not straight and/or cis until much later in life.

I came out in my 20's because I didn't see a lot of positive representation of the LGBTQ community until I was in middle/high school. My own mother has said "that's why you don't be a lesbian" to my face in response to my brother's friend being heartbroken after breaking up with her girlfriend (my mom was going through a divorce; the irony doesn't escape me). Still, she tries to convince me that I'm bi and not a lesbian because I had crushes on boys in middle and high school (I didn't really. I legit chose a boy and said I like him when she asked bc she never stopped asking.) Had I been able to name the feelings I had when a girl made me blush or when I wanted to spend all my time with her or just wanted to be in her vicinity (besides just like oh I wanna be her friend lol), I would have come out in high school or earlier. I probably would never have officially "come out" because it would be just as normal to me as any girl who liked guys. I would have taken a girl to my prom like I so desperately wanted to, instead of the guy friend I ended up dragging along.

All this to say...support the trans kids in your life. Support the LGBTQ+ community in front of kids. Be vocal about your support or, if you can't be vocal, send out little signs (a rainbow pin, maybe) that lets them know you are an ally and you will support them when others refuse to even acknowledge their existence.

#lgbtq+#trans #trans kids matter #trans lives matter #protect trans kids

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mcheang · 4 years ago

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Why we lie

Inspired by a scene from ELOD and somehow escalated into this fic

It was class discussion time for their annual charity. Sadly, Marinette informed them her parents would not be able to supply them with free goodies since ingredient prices went up.

A dance performance would be nice but none of them are professionals.

Nathaniel could do portraits but that takes time and the rest would have nothing to do.

Alya: how about a petting zoo? We can donate the money we earn to pet shelters. (I’m just making this up. I have no idea if this is actually possible)

Mylène: where would we get the animals?

Alya: from the pet shelters. Basically we’re just bringing the animals outside to show the world what they’re missing out on. Each of us will be in charge of maybe 3 animals? If we’re lucky, some will be adopted on the spot.

Lila didn’t want to spend her day being covered in fur or cleaning up after drool or poop. She quickly claimed to be bad with animals but would otherwise take charge of the register.

Marinette: that’s not going to happen, Lila. I trust Chloé with the funds more than I would trust you.

(Chloé is too rich to bother stealing “measly” funds.)

Lila: then what do I do?

Marinette: as I recall, you seem to have a way with kittens. There, done.

Ugh. Kittens would claw her clothes.

Lila: just because I saved Jagged’s kitten doesn’t mean I am good with animals. His cat actually bit me while I was saving him.

Marinette: really? That’s your story?

Lila: why would I lie to you, Marinette?

Marinette: the same reason everyone else lies, for our own gratification

It’s true. Everyone in the class has lied at one time or another. Marinette included.

And really, this was becoming normal. The class understood Marinette would never forgive Lila after getting her expelled, even if she did admit to having delusions about who pushed her.

And taking Lila’s side would only upset Marinette, and since no one wanted her to attract an akuma, the class decided to ignore them both, taking neither side.

But this was getting annoying and répétitive. Lila can’t do something and Marinette gets snappy. It is just another waste of time until they decide to resolve this issue once and for all.

The class publicly announce their decision to forgive Lila if she was lying all this time. There, can we just move on now? Arguing takes up more energy than ignoring a lazy classmate’s absence.

Marinette: why? She lied to you! She took advantage of you!

Kim shrugged. “So we treated her to some meals. Friends sometimes do that. In exchange, Lila is like a storyteller.”

Marinette: using her stories to get you to do her homework for her?

Max pushed up his glasses. “Oh we don’t do her homework for her. Lila would never learn anything otherwise. We just lend her our notes and explain things she doesn’t understand.” They’ve seen Sabrina do Chloe’s homework and sure aren’t going to follow her lead.

Marinette: she’s raising your hopes in vain!

Juleka: we already know there was little chance she could introduce us to our idols.

Marinette: skipping her chores and duties?

Nathaniel: who likes doing them anyway? I’d try to get away if I could too

Alya: the truth is we’ve learned not to trust Lila’s promises but we listen to her because she really is a good storyteller and she is nice.

Marinette: but you actually still believe her tall tales?

Ivan: I did. But then I just forget them and move on.

Marinette: but nobody should lie this much.

Alix is busy scrolling through music but comments, “So she wants to feel important by bragging. If she wants to inflate her ego and think the world revolves around her, it’s her funeral.”

Marinette: so you don’t think we should stop her...

Rose: even if she was lying, we can only forgive. I mean Chloé is way worse and we have to forgive her.

Marinette paused. It’s true. Lila may have framed her and gotten her expelled, not to mention she was a heartless and remorseless liar, but Chloé was still worse. She humiliates people in public, like Kim on Valentine’s Day or her uncle on National TV. She tried to frame Marinette for setting off the fire alarm and even claimed she stole her own hat design in front of Gabriel Agreste. But Marinette could forgive Chloé and let her become a hero. Why won’t she do the same for Lila?

Maybe because everyone knew Chloé for who she really was, but they didn’t really know Lila.

Still, it seemed the class would rather have a two-faced backstabber for a friend than another school enemy.

Meanwhile Lila was seething as everyone was talking about her like she wasn’t there. She was tempted to cry about how they didn’t trust her, but even she could sense their impatience to move on, and wisely kept her mouth shut.

Stunned, Marinette let Alya continue the discussion.

Later, Marinette bemoans to Tikki that their class would rather ignore the truth and believe in pretty lies.

Tikki: well, reality can be harsh to wake up to. They want to believe in the lie that Lila is a good person.

Marinette: that’s still dangerous. What do I do?

Tikki: if they can forgive lying, can they forgive sexual harassment? Adrien is suffering!

Marinette: But I don’t think Adrien will stand up to Lila... (Remember he promised to play nice if Marinette returned to school. Unfortunately Adrien will keep his word and can only try to persuade his father to stop joint shoots)

Tikki: leave it to me.

That night, Tikki visited Plagg to discuss convincing Adrien to stand up for himself.

Somehow, Plagg got Adrien to ask Nino if Lila was sexually harassing him because he feels uncomfortable around her.

Nino was alarmed and spread the word.

The class banded together and insisted Lila step away from Adrien. Maybe it’s best she just avoid Adrien and Marinette since they don’t like her.

Lila sulkily agrees. Adrien claims innocence in all this. But it actually spreads until Gabriel actually puts a restraining order on Lila, which means she can’t even be in the same class as Adrien.

Gabriel blames Adrien’s late complaints of sexual harassment on his forgiving teacher.

Ms Bustier is suspended from teaching and her substitute promptly decides to investigate what happened. He correctly calls Lila out for truancy and forgery, insisting the principal punish her and check with actual doctors rather than trusting a compulsive liar’s word.

And from that time on, the class learned to stand up for themselves!

I am not satisfied with the ending. Something is missing but I don’t know what.

#miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug fic #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #ml fic #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #post ladybug episode #post episode ladybug

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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

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acquainted | nine

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summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: jungkook x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.5k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, jealousy, alcohol consumption, dancing/event scene, a lil bit of that good ol’ phone sex

tags: @laurynne5 @yiyi4657 @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead @bluesharksandfish@photographic-girl @yonkoghan @moonchild1 @thebeebi (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

You were a little relieved when Jungkook had mentioned that Jin and Grace wouldn't be able to make the charity event tonight. You weren't sure how you'd manage being in one place with all of them at the same time. Plus, your chaotic friends? Absolutely not.

Jungkook is driving you both to the campus event, with his hand resting contently on your thigh, the slit of your dress giving way to his large hand. You honestly really loved seeing his tattooed hand against your skin; it was attractive in many ways you couldn't explain. You donned a simple, satin black camisole dress with a cowl neck and slit to accentuate your legs. Jungkook wore a black turtleneck, slacks and a long blazer-like coat with black Chelsea boots.

If people were to see you together on the streets, you definitely would have looked like a serious couple who had been dating for years.

"Y/N!" Ryujin squeals as she runs [waddles] at you full throttle, heels on and all. She grips you into a tight hug, before smiling down at you and quickly observing your neck just to make sure. No, bitch. The hickeys are still gone! When she's satisfied with what she sees, she turns her attention towards Jungkook. "Jungkook! Wow you both are so fucking hot, it's insane." She grips onto his arms as she looks at up and down before pulling him into a hug.

"Definitely all Y/N, but thank you." He laughs as you both follow her. As you had entered the huge hall with high ceilings and old-fashioned chandeliers hanging, you caught a glimpse of Jimin and Taehyung in their suits. Boy, did your friends and Jungkook look fine as fuck tonight.

"Woah, you two." You hug Jimin and Taehyung before tugging on their blazers and fixing their cuffs.

"Like what you see?" Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows, making you shake your head. At this point, you've really run out of responses to clap back at him with. He came up with something new every time. "What's up, Jungkook?" Taehyung gently pushes you aside to casually greet Jungkook, along with Jimin.

"Dude, this charity event is way too fancy." Jimin laughed. "Majority of the people here are like, over 60 years old."

"Just wait, maybe more people from our class will show up." You chuckle. "It's for a good cause, I'm sure there's more people on the list than we think."

"Or maybe now, the party will finally start since Dj D-Sharp is setting up." Ryujin points to the DJ setting up his gear at the front of the hall.

"Fuck, finally." Jimin says, downing the champagne in his hand. You look at him, eyebrow raised because one, what kind of day did this dude have to be drinking like that? And two, he always drank alcohol like it was water, gulping it down in one motion. The fuck? "What?"

"What happened?" You chuckled, Jungkook's arm snaking around your waist as he talked to Ryujin and Tae next to you. He didn't seem too shy around them. Either that, or he just meshed well with your friends.

"Honestly, I'm just trying to feel good so I can call someone over to fuck." Your eyes widen. He was definitely allowed to drink more tonight, being that Taehyung offered to drive. Very unlike Jimin, but to each their own!

"Ohhhh, like that? Okay. Well, let's get you there then." You slowly nod in agreement. Remember, you always support your friends! [except Taehyung because that fool is dumb sometimes and he needed to deal with his own consequences] But especially Jimin; He needs some fun! You excuse yourself to get more alcohol with Jimin at the bar, Dj D-Sharp already starting to spin some ratchet, oakland-ish music even if the crowd was looking the way it was.

"You and Jungkook look nice together, Y/N." He says, clinking his glass against yours. "Seriously. He looks like a good guy." You smile toothlessly.

"Yeah, he is." No lie, Jungkook really was. Too good, almost. Every little thing he did made you feel guilty.

"One more? Should hold me out for awhile." You roll your eyes cause he was sure as hell lying, but you take the shot anyways. By the time you two are done making sour faces and sucking on limes, you begin to make your way back towards your date and friends.

And Seokjin and Grace, apparently?

You deadass almost stop in your tracks, noticing Jungkook speaking to Jin and hugging Grace tightly. The room feels like a sauna, and your throat feels like it's closing in on itself. This was the first time you were seeing her in person, and honestly, she was cute as hell. Suddenly, the guilt goes away and you feel.. bold. You want to tease Jin and you want him to want you, even given the circumstances we're in right now. You wanted him to want you so bad that he couldn't take it anymore.

"Bitch—" Ryujin places another shot glass in your hand. "I know you need this more than I do." You take it to the neck with ease like you weren't just making sour faces with Jimin minutes ago and place the empty glass on the table next to you. "I thought he wasn't coming!"

"I thought so too!"

"Oh, here! This is my date, Y/N." Jungkook happily swoops you by the waist and brings you forward to meet Grace.

"Uh, hi." You tuck a strand behind your ear, quickly glancing at Jin who is awkwardly standing there with his hands in his pockets. He simply looks at you, his hair swept and lightly gelled to the sides like it usually is and exposing his forehead; god, is he purely fuckable right now. Grace quickly catches the awkward look, but brushes it off and beams a big smile before opening her arms.

"Oh my god, she's so pretty Gookie!" She pulls you into a hug and you're internally screaming right now because what the fuck is even going on?! "Hi, I'm Grace. Jin's fiancé." She smiles from ear to ear.

"Mmm, yeah. I've heard a lot about you" You flash a toothless smile and nod. "Or a little." You clear your throat and mumble under your breath, shooting Jin another look. Ryujin is secretly pinching your back from behind for the unnecessary comment. Luckily, Grace doesn't hear the last statement, and giggles it off before swinging her arm around Jin's waist and placing her other hand against his chest. You hear Taehyung clear his throat behind you to break the awkward silence, so you shake your head and step aside for them to come into view. "This is Ryujin, Jimin and Taehyung." They all wave at her sweetly.

"Nice to meet you." Ryujin smiles before turning to your group. "Food, anyone? Looks like they set the trays of finger food down." She points to the table off towards the wall. Grace and Jin follow behind your group, Jungkook separating you from each other. Jin looks down to see Jungkook holding your hand tightly before his entire arm snakes up around your shoulders. He watches from behind as Jungkook feeds you with a small finger sandwich, you both laughing and smiling at each other.

Yeah, he shouldn't have come. Not if he was going to see this all night. But Grace had insisted being that she was finally home early for once.

You and Jungkook make your way to the dance floor to dance and keep it PG for the older audience around you. You still had fun, nonetheless, comfortably dancing and singing along to the songs with Jungkook. Occasionally, he'd wrap his arm around your neck as you both bounced to the beat and recited lyrics. You had fun with Jungkook. He was definitely into a lot of the same things you were, especially music-wise. It was easy to vibe with him. But the thing that separates him from Jin is the chase, the high of doing something so wrong but actually having it feel so goddamn right. Jungkook was like being served on a silver platter - prim and proper, easy.

For a minute, you're dancing with your friends, while Jungkook is dancing with Grace and Jin in front of your group. You figured you could start teasing Jin a bit more, playing this little game he absolutely couldn't stand. You smirk at Ryujin, who furrows her brows at you, confused at what you're trying to hint at here. Jimin and Taehyung are drunkily dancing, too busy woo'ing old ladies and buying alcohol for new friends they've been meeting.

You snake your arms around Jungkook, tugging him back towards you. He smiles as he turns and is now wrapping his arms around you. You both are slightly bouncing to the beat of the song while he looks down at you.

"What's up, pretty lady?" You pout.

"I just want a kiss."

"I think I can help with that." You tug onto the sides of his coat, tippy-toeing up to plant a good, soft kiss on his lips.

"I know she isn't right now." Ryujin says to herself, keeping her gaze on you as she dances awkwardly off beat since she's too busy watching you. She was 100% fully aware of what you were doing; You didn't need to tell her twice.

"Jeez, what happened? You're normally a good dancer." Taehyung says getting in her view, causing her to shove him aside.

"Out of my face!" She groans.

Jin occasionally glanced at you and Jungkook every time Grace had been looking away, feeling completely bothered. He caught you staring back at him with a small smirk over Jungkook's shoulder when he came down to envelope you in his long arms. He wasn't trying to play with you right now, and if he could, he'd probably take your ass to the car and fuck you senseless in that dress.

"Why are you being so cute?" Jungkook chuckles as he turns you around so he can hug you from behind and place kisses on your temple, you both now facing toward Jin and Grace.

"Just wanted a little attention." He sneaks a kiss onto your neck, causing you to close your eyes at the feeling of his lips against the surface of your skin. Suddenly, you feel the urge to head to the bathroom, the alcohol begging to be released from your body. "I'm gonna head to the bathroom really quickly."

"Want me to come with and wait for you?" You shook your head and pointed to your friends.

"I'll be good. Make sure you watch these drunkies, though." He nods and joins your friends on the dance floor. You actually really need to fucking pee, and the restroom inside the hall is out of service, leaving one stall available and a long line to accompany it. So, you exit the hall and turn to head towards the student center, where the bathrooms were located just around the corner. You felt like a huge weight was lifted off of your shoulders when you broke the seal, making you sigh contently as you flush the toilet and wash up in front of the mirrors. As you're happily making your way back, you feel hands grip your wrist and pull you under a dimly lit corner by the bathroom, completely isolated and almost eerie.

This was it. This is where your life comes to an end—

"Y/N." You hear Jin's voice breathily call your name.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Talking to you." His face slightly comes under the only small, weak light plastered on the building wall. "What does it look like?" You feel yourself getting weak, examining the sharp features on his face - his lips and how plump they are, his jaw, his eyes.

"I didn't know you were coming." You say softly.

"I didn't either." He pulls you closer to him, the both of you now in the dark and away from the dim light. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm not doing anything to you." You feel his hand come down to the small of your back as he gently presses you against him.

"You know what you're doing." He says, almost at a whisper, sending chills down your spine. "You look beautiful tonight."

"You don't look too bad yourself, Kim."

"Your dress—" He leans forward to whisper in your ear. "Your dress makes me want to do so many things to you." You let out a breath, your pussy throbbing at the way he's speaking to you.

"We should get back before anyone realizes we've been gone for too long." You say lowly, your lips only inches away from his.

"Yeah, we should." He responds, but his lips are only getting closer to yours and you do nothing to stop it. You return the kiss, your hands gripping at his blazer as you bring him closer. The only sounds filling the air are the wet, slow kisses being exchanged between you and Seokjin.

"Jin, stop. No." You gently push him away, your hands pressed against his chest. "Don't. Not here." You look at him before walking off.

Fuck.

Even if your ass went home with Jungkook tonight, you couldn't even see yourself fucking him because of Seokjin solely. You were too caught up and that was the fucking truth. There was no way you were unraveling from his finger. He had you wrapped tightly and you had no intention of even trying to let that shit go.

That's the tea. The honest tea.

"What happened?" Jungkook comes to you, feeling how cold your skin is as he rubs his hands down your arms.

"Had to take a detour." You nodded towards the line at the hall bathroom.

"Shit, sorry babygirl. You should have used my jacket."

"I'm okay. Thank you." You smile, gently squeezing his hand before making your way to your friends. Sooner or later, all of you decide to call it a night being that the crowd is slowly dying and you've all had your fill. Jungkook says bye to Jin and Grace, with you following. Jin keeps his eyes on you, even as you're walking away and out of the hall.

He really hopes you aren't staying with Jungkook tonight.

And, you're not. Jungkook simply drives you home and walks you up to your apartment like he usually does. He gives you a peck on the lips outside of your door before he's able to finally pull away from the hug he has you in and wish you goodnight. You had fun, and it gave you butterflies thinking about tonight. But you weren't exactly thinking about your friends and Jungkook and all that cute shit; you were thinking about how you succeeded, with Jin pulling you aside to lay some kisses on you even with the environment you two were in. Risky shit. Risky business. You fucking loved it.

You decide to pick yourself up out of the long, steamy, hot bath you soaked yourself in for the past 30 minutes or hour, you aren't even sure anymore. Your body felt relaxed and you felt like you could go to sleep peacefully. You lathered your body in some lotion, happily slipping your naked body under the covers. Sometimes, you just needed to do this every once in awhile. Show some love to your body, let it free. Your duvet covers felt nice against your skin, with you sinking in deeper until the comforter hugged every inch of your body.

As you were about to go to sleep, your phone flashed an incoming call across the screen. An incoming call you almost expected after tonight.

"Hello?"

"Hey." Jin's voice is deep and husky on the other end, causing you to bite your lip at how awfully sexy he sounds. It instantly reminds you of the way he groans your name. Quite frankly, it's turning you on.

"Why are you calling?"

"Can't sleep."

"I'm assuming Grace is asleep already."

"Yeah, she is." You hear him fiddling in the background, door softly shutting as he makes his way around the house and out to his car. Jin sits in the driver's seat just so he can talk to you without having to quiet himself down. Truthfully, he just wanted to hear your voice. "Did you enjoy tonight?"

"Yeah, it was enjoyable at best. Did you?"

"Besides the fact that I had to watch Kook be all up on you, I guess it was alright."

"Jealousy honestly looks good on you." You joke.

"It's not funny, Y/N."

"Boohoo." You sarcastically respond, chuckling.

"Yeah, keep it up. What are you doing?" You bit your bottom lip, excited to get him started again.

"I'm in bed. Naked."

"Mmm." He breathily responds. "Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Don't tell me these things."

"But I am. Why would I hide it? You've seen me naked."

"That doesn't help anything." You're honestly feeling yourself right now, and you're pretty fucking horny hearing his voice alone. You wanted him badly, but you couldn't have him. You just wanted to feel him after tonight, be in his arms, have him tug on your hair - all that good good. Teasing was the next best thing you could do, an added bonus if he could make you cum over the phone.

"Jin." You say softly.

"Mhm?"

"I want you." It's silent for a moment before he sighs and lightly groans.

"Y/N, god. Please don't."

"I wish you could fuck me right now." You hear him mumble a quick 'fuck' before he's sighing again.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"What would you do if I said yes?"

"Let me hear you." You bite your bottom lip as you're actually moving your fingers in circular motions on your clit, a heel planted on the bed to give yourself more room. You moan into the phone, Jin staying completely quiet on the other end. You weren't sure if he was joining along, but whatever, fuck it. You were just worried about cumming at this point, whether he came with you or not.

"I want you to fuck me so bad. I want you to—mmmmfff." You lightly moan. "I want you to fill me up, and fuck me from behind. And pull on my hair like you do."

"Fuck, Y/N." He breathes as he begins to palm himself. "I swear I'm gonna fuck you so good the next time I can have you to myself." You start to insert a digit into your wet pussy, the sounds filling the air. You had shut your eyes, imagining that Jin was there the entire time with his plump lips pressed against your clit, causing you to moan loudly once more into the phone. The sounds of your wetness against your fingers loudly fills the room, you're sure Jin can hear it.

"Can you hear how wet you make me?"

"You're so fucking hot." He softly groans. "Wanna feel you so bad." You start to pick up the pace with your fingers, alternating between pumping them in and spreading your wetness out on your folds before rubbing on your clit.

"Wanna feel you deep inside of me, hitting my spot." You whine. "God, I'm gonna cum just thinking about it."

"Yeah?" You feel yourself getting close, only moments away before you tip and hurl over the edge. "Cum for me, baby. I wanna hear you." Jin is so fucking turned on right now just hearing you, and it's taking everything in him not to drive off and head to your place. He will literally blow his load right into his boxer briefs with the way you're talking and moaning for him. He quietly sits as he continues to palm and slowly jerk himself off in the car, listening to the way you're moaning loudly over the phone, calling his name along with cuss words trailing. He tilts his head back in pleasure, his eyes shut as he listens to your tone increase, signaling that you were about to cum.

"Ughhhhhgggfuck." You say as you let your body tremble freely, aftershocks rippling through your body as you release your fingers.

"Fuck." You hear Jin groan. "Thanks, now I have to clean myself up."

"You're welcome."

"I wanna see you soon."

"I don't know how you're going to make that happen."

"I'll find a way, I always do. Will you let me come see you?"

"Yeah." Is all you say, because you do want to see him. You do want to be with him and you do want to be in his arms.

"Okay." It's silent for a minute before he chimes in again. "I'll let you get some sleep, I need to get back inside anyways."

"Mmmkay." You hum.

"Night, pretty girl."

"Goodnight to you too, Jin." You sit your phone back onto your night stand before getting up to wash yourself up once again. At this point, you weren't even sure of your own feelings. Did you just enjoy fucking Seokjin because of the thrill and all the risks? Or, were you actually falling for him? There were so many things that you didn't entertain with Jungkook or other men because you couldn't see it being anyone else other than Jin. You wanted him to hold you, you wanted him to cater to you, you wanted him. But you always had to come to terms with the painful truth.

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My Everything - Part Twelve

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut! 7.6K

Masterpost

It was sad putting your two weeks in at Mark It, but everyone understood. You were extremely grateful for every single opportunity they had given you. But sometimes a bird needs to leave the nest. You promised you’d talk up the company to any undergrads you come across. You were able to get onto the university’s insurance right away, and you added Harry to your plan.

One night Harry was rubbing your feet while you were both sitting on the couch.

“So do you need to go to campus a bunch? Or can you do a lot from home?”

“I’m going to be on campus for as long as I can, set up my office and all that. It’s nice, I even have a window! I feel like I’ll be able to concentrate in the space a little easier.”

“My mum was wondering if we wanted her and Gem to come here for Christmas this year instead of us flying out.”

“Oh.” You frown. “No, I want you to be able to see your friends. This is when you usually get to see Louis. I can still fly, the doctor said it was okay.”

“Are you sure you can swing that? I mean, you have so much to do with your new job.”

“We only go for the holidays, the school won’t even be open. We’re only gone for seven days. I’d rather go to London, but that’s very sweet of her to offer.”

“If that’s the case, she was wondering when we’re going to set up a registry. I think she wants to throw you an early baby shower since they probably won’t be able to come here for that.”

“Oh, um, this is sort of awkward, but we don’t do that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, Jewish people, we don’t do baby showers.”

“Why not?”

“It’s bad luck.” You shrug. “You’re not supposed to buy gifts for the baby or bring anything into the home ahead of time. My mom said we could put things in her basement.”

“So we can’t even set up the nursery? I mean, I was ready to start gettin’ the bed out of there. I was thinking of turning the loft into the guest room.”

“What about your desk and all of your things?”

“I don’t really work from home much anymore, and I’d like to still have a place for my family to sleep when they come visit.”

“Alright, and we can set up the nursery, like we can paint and stuff. We can put the crib in there, but maybe not the padding or the blankets. We can get the registry set up and just put my mom’s address on there. I know she was thinking of doing a combined mommy shower for myself and Erica.”

“Mommy shower?”

“It’s sort of a loophole to the baby shower thing. Everyone brings gifts for the parents to be.”

“Ohhh, I like that. I’ll tell my mum to do that instead. I’m sure she’d love the idea of buying you a ton of things.”

“She doesn’t need to.”

“I know, but this is her first grandchild and she feels far away from it, you know? She wants to spoil us, you.”

“Alright, then I won’t argue.”

“Come here, come sit in my lap.”

You get up and climb on top of him. He holds you close to him. He gives you kisses and you give them back. He feels a wetness on his neck from where you’ve buried your face.

“Are you crying?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” He can’t help but chuckle.

“I’m just so happy.” You look up at him. “I thought starting a new job and rearranging all our furniture and stuff would be stressful. I thought with our friends living further away we’d never see them, but we see them all the time still. Things are good, Harry.”

“They’re very good, darlin’.” He kisses your forehead. You roll your hips down on him.

“Will you take me to the bedroom?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

He picks you up carefully, and carries you down the hall. Things were really good.

“Let me get a good look at yeh, spin around.” You turn around in your maternity outfit for him. You still weren’t that big, but you were carrying a lot of your weight in your lower stomach, so normal pants were no longer an option. Instead you opted for leggings and a long sleeve flowy dress to wear over them. “What time’s your first class?”

“9:30.” You beam.

“Have a great first day, I can’t wait to hear all about it.” Harry kisses you and sends you off into the cold.

Your commute to school wouldn’t be a long one, which was nice. Since you weren’t hired as a research faculty, and since you couldn’t start your PhD yet, you did have to work Monday through Friday, but most days you’d be home around 3PM, which was really nice. You’d be teaching a couple of intro communication courses, at two sections each, and then two sections of an upper level film criticism course. You were thrilled.

You go to your office first to drop off your coat, and change your shoes. You didn’t need to wear your boots all day. Your friends had sent you good luck texts and other well wishes. You make your way to the elevator and head upstairs. There were a couple of early birds there, and you smile at them as you get your laptop set up with the computer.

You wait until 9:35 to get started, letting any stragglers come into the room. Once everyone is seated, you close the door.

“Good morning everyone, lucky you, we get to do this three times a week. I know 9:30 is early so coffee and other snacks are fine with me. I know some professors don’t allow that, but I don’t really care. Just make sure your neighbor doesn’t have any allergies.” You take a deep breath. “Right, so, my name is Y/F/N Y/L/N, feel free to call me Y/N, or professor, or whatever you feel comfortable with. Just know that I am not a doctor, so you don’t need to address me as such.” The students hum their response. “As you may or may not be able to tell, I’m pregnant.” You turn to the side and cup your lower stomach. “Thank you, yes, very exciting. I’m due at the end of May, and if all goes according to plan you shouldn’t need a substitute. This is my first time physically teaching in person, but I have taught before. I’m very excited to be here. Oh! I will say, my husband owns Styles Photography not too far from here, so if you ever need a good picture taken, or if you’re looking for an internship, don’t hesitate to ask me. And before you ask, no, I did not take his last name.” You look at their droopy eyes. “Okay, before we get into the syllabus and class expectations, I want us all to do an ice breaker.” You hear a few groans. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you to say your name or where you’re from, I already have all that info. I want you to turn to the person next to you, take out your phones, and show them your most recently liked tik tok.” They all look at you. “We all have tik tok right?” They all say yes. “Okay then, have at it.”

You lean back against the desk as you hear people laughing and giggling.

“Anyone have the same one liked?” A couple students raise their hands. “Too funny. Okay, okay, let’s settle back down. See, isn’t that a better way of getting to know someone?” You go over to the computer and pull up your syllabus. “I want these classes to be real open discussion. As long as you’re not talking over someone, don’t even worry about raising your hand.”

You give the same shpeal in each class all week. By the time Friday rolled around, you were drained to say the least, but you were happy. You felt accomplished. You knew things might get more difficult as you started assigning projects and such, and getting bigger, but you tried not to think too far ahead.

You loved having students visit during your office hours, some of them really took a liking to you. Harry would bring Buster by when you could take your lunch breaks. You were a lot closer to him now which he liked.

“Professor Y/L/N?” A student knocks on the door and gasps when she sees Harry. All of your students knew what he looked like by now because they begged to see pictures. “Sorry, I’m interrupting your lunch.”

“It’s okay, Molly. This is my husband, Harry.” He smiles and shakes her hand. “What’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you could look over something quick for me? I selected some music for the background in my video, and I just wanted to know your thoughts.”

“Sure!”

“I can step out if yeh want?”

“It’s okay Mr. Styles, six ears are better than four.” The girl smiles and he nods.

Harry watches as you explain things to your student. How understanding you are, and how you give her a few tips. She thanks you before leaving.

“That was pretty cool. Wish I had a teacher like you back in the day.”

“Oh, stop.” You smile. “I’m really having a lot of fun with them.”

“Good, I’m glad. So…we have a doctor’s appointment on Friday.”

“That we do.”

“We’ve been holdin’ off on something…”

“You wanna know the sex of the baby, don’t you?”

“I do, I really do. I know it doesn’t really matter because it could decide it wants to be the complete opposite, and I know we’ve painted the nursery grey and yellow, but I mostly wanna know so we can start calling it its name, instead of it or Baby Styles.”

“Aw, but I like Baby Styles.” You pout and he leans in to kiss you. “I see what you’re saying though. Okay, I suppose at our next appointment we could finally let Dr. Johnson tell us.”

“Consider it another birthday present.”

“Harry.” You sigh. “Your birthday was two weeks ago.”

“I know…but you made it such a good birthday.”

“Please.” You whisper as your cheeks heat up. “I can’t discuss that here. This is one office that will stay pure.”

Dr. Johnson was giving you your ultrasound, making sure everything was good. The baby’s heart beat was excellent, and everything was the way it should be.

“Does its head look large to you? Harry has a pretty big head.” You smirk and he nudges your shoulder.

“We may have a larger head, sure.” She laughs. “So, Harry mentioned to the nurse that you’d like to know what you’re having. Are we sure? A couple of weeks ago it didn’t seem like you were ready to know.”

“We talked about it and we’d like to know.” You tell her.

“Alright…” She moves the ultrasound over your stomach so you can really see the baby’s side better. “You two are having…a boy!”

You both gasp and tear up. You look up at Harry and he leans down to kiss you.

“We would’ve been happy with either, but I was hoping for a boy.” You say. “I kind of had a feeling since he’s sitting so low.”

Dr. Johnson cleans up your stomach and prints you some new sonograms. You couldn’t help but stay glossy eyed as you get down to the car. Harry takes your hand and kisses it.

“Harry…”

“Yes, my love?”

“We’re having a Jack Edward.”

“We’re havin’ a Jack Edward.” He leans in to kiss your teary face. “Can we FaceTime my mum when we get home?”

“Of course. We can tell everyone.”

Your mother threw you and Erica a conjoined “Mommy Shower”. Her husband’s family wanted to do something traditional for her. So of course they broke the rules and bought things for her soon to be baby, which you found out was going to be a girl. You were happy to have her to go through this with. It made you a lot closer. You could call her and compare weird cravings.

You were having fun munching on food, and talking with your friends. You and Erica didn’t really want to play any of the baby shower games. The decorations were really nice that were put up, though. Eventually came time for you to open gifts. Harry sat on one side of you while Mike sat on Erica’s other side so you two could sit in the middle.

You each opened up your gifts, and thanked everyone for coming. You talked with Sarah about her wedding planning. Her and Niall would be getting married at a Temple in Milton, and the reception would be at a nearby hotel. Well, the ceremony would be outside of a Temple, but either way, more religious than your ceremony.

Isaac and Seth would be going to the courthouse at the end of March, and having a party at their apartment for close friends and family. Rachel and Mariah had recently got engaged as well. Everything was falling into place for all your friends, and you couldn’t be happier for them. You were happy that even though you were all sort of growing up and moving on with your lives that you still made time for each other. You felt like you had this whole other family with them, and they felt the same way.

It was your one year wedding anniversary, and you were very pregnant. Harry wanted to take you to the Cape for the weekend, to the inn you got married at.

“Are you excited for your weekend away, Professor?” One of your students asks. They loved when they could get you going on a tangent on a Friday. You were too tired to care at this point.

“I’m very excited.”

“What’s being married like? I can’t even imagine being with one person.” Another student says.

“That’s because you’re in college.” You chuckle. “Being married is really nice, actually. To be honest, it’s not that much different from being just in a normal relationship, but there’s a whole other level of trust and understanding.”

“How did you and Harry meet?”

“Have I never told this story to this section of class?” The class all says no. “I don’t believe you, but I’m too pregnant to care, and it’s Friday.” You sit on the edge of the desk. “We met on a blind date. Our friend Niall set us up. We went to a dinner. I was twenty-four at the time.” You smile.

“And you two just hit it off?”

“Mhm, it was like we went on that one date, and we just kept seeing each other like every weekend. I think it was like three weeks in when he asked me to be his girlfriend.” The class gasps. “I know! And then we moved in together after like five months.”

“Ohhh, he really liked you huh?”

“Very much, and I guess I liked him too.” You giggle.

“Is it weird that next month you’re going to be a mom?”

“Well, I’ve been a mom to my dog, Buster, you guys know that. But…it’s not that it’s weird, it’s more like nervous and excited. Everything’s going to change.”

“Ahem.” You look over and see Harry leaning against the door frame, smiling, with a bouquet of flowers. The class ooo’s. They knew Harry well by now.

“You’re early.” You smile.

“Only by five minutes. It’s Friday, think yeh could dismiss ‘em early?”

“What do you say class? We did some good work this week, yeah? Go on, enjoy your weekends.”

“You too!” A few of them say.

“I like freshmen.” You tell Harry as he hands you your flowers. “Thank you, these are lovely.” You kiss him quick.

“Bags and Buster are in the car, you ready?”

“Mhm, just need to pee quick. Long drive.”

You waddle down the hall to the bathroom, and Harry waits for you. He goes down the elevator with you and helps you with your things in your office. You liked that the two of you took these sentimental trips. It was the perfect way to celebrate an entire year of marriage. It would also probably be one of your last weekends away as you him, and Buster before Jack comes.

“So, I was thinking we could have dinner in the restaurant tonight, and just relax in the hotel room. Then tomorrow if you felt up to it we could go for a walk on the beach in the morning, and then go to the spa in the afternoon. Get pedicures and all that.”

“Sounds wonderful, baby.” You take his hand and kiss it. “Thanks for planning this. It’s the perfect getaway.”

Harry checks you in while you use the bathroom in the lobby. You get Buster up to the room and give him a biscuit before changing into some dinner clothes.

“Do you think I’ll lose all this baby weight?” You say as you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Hope not.” He pinches your bum and wraps his arms around you from behind. “Kinda like havin’ a little more to hold onto.” He kisses your cheek.

“Harry, stop. I’m all…plump.”

“It looks good on yeh, babe, trust me.” He gives your bum another squeeze and lets you go. “Ready to eat?”

“Yeah, I’m starved. Be a good boy Buster, mummy and daddy’ll leave the TV on for you. We’ll have to take him for a good walk tomorrow.”

“Agreed.”

You two are seated at a table. You remember when you had brunch with everyone the day after the wedding. There was space to dance near the bar, other couples having a good time. When you’re done eating, Harry brings you over to the dance floor and pulls you close. The music was slow and nice.

“My bump’s in the way.” You look down at your stomach and back up at Harry.

“Not at all.” He has you lean your head on his chest, and he dances with you. “See, isn’t this nice?”

“Very.” You nuzzle into him closer. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

After a few songs you both decide it’s time to go upstairs, you had been on your feet all day. You both greet a sleepy Buster and start your nightly routines. You rub some cocoa butter on your belly and get onto the bed. Harry’s routine now involved getting between your legs and talking to Jack. He’d tell him about your days and what he was looking forward to once he was born. He did this every night because sometimes Jack would kick, and Harry loved feeling his kicks. He’d give your belly a ton of kisses and then he’d give you a ton of kisses.

The next morning you put on some leggings and a three-quarter zip fleece, and put your hair up in a cute, messy bun. Harry puts Buster’s leash on and you two head out and down towards the beach. It was a nice spring day out, but you were happy you had your fleece since it was still a bit chilly.

Going for a long walk was good, according to your doctor. Not to mention Harry loved seeing your ass in your leggings. The three of you stop so Harry can take a selfie. Someone sees the three of you and offers to take a photo.

“When we get back tomorrow…” He says as you make your way back to the inn to go to the spa. “I have some things set up for you.”

“Like what?”

“You’ll see.” He grins. “We haven’t done a maternity shoot yet.”

“Oh!” You beam at him. “And you already set it up?”

“Mhm, I didn’t wanna waste any time when we got home.”

“I’m really excited. You’ll be in them too, right?”

“Um, usually the dad isn’t…do you want me to be?”

“Yeah! Definitely.”

He kisses your temple and you head inside. Buster gets a little luxurious experience at the groomer the inn has while you two get pedicures. You nearly pass out in the chair while getting your feet massaged. Harry kept his hand in yours the whole time.

You both decide to order room service for dinner and a little lemon cake for dessert. You take a relaxing bath with him in the Jacuzzi-tub. Once you’re all dry he gets you on the bed. He has you sit in his lap where he knew you’d be most comfortable. He gets his lips on yours and kisses you softly. You lace your hands through his damp curls. He rubs his fingers along your slit before pressing inside you. You groan against his neck as he curls his fingers up. He retracts them and sucks them into his mouth.

“Jesus.” You moan as you line his throbbing tip up with you. You sink down on it and groan. “Babe, what if, what if I’m never this tight again.”

“What?!” His eyes snap to yours. “What would even make you say that right now?”

“I don’t know! I mean, I’m gonna push this kid out of me, and his head is gonna rip me open, and-“

“Baby, baby…” He cups your cheeks. “Listen to me, none of that matters. I don’t care about that.”

“But you’re always saying you love how tight I am, and-“

“I know, and it’s true, it feels really good, but it would feel good with you no matter what because I love you. As long as it’s you, it feels good, okay? Do you believe me? Please, don’t worry about something like that.”

“Okay.”

“You believe me, don’t you?”

“Yes, I believe you.”

“Good.”

He kisses you and your tongues mold together. He grips your ass and helps you move on him. You were at a point where you didn’t have much strength on your own, but this was the only position that worked for you these days. His teeth sink into the crook of your neck and he sucks on you.

“Harry.” You groan.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” He says into your ear as thrusts up into you. “You’re giving me everything I ever wanted and more.” Your nails rakes down his chest and around to his back, sinking in.

“I love you too, thank you for making a mom.” You start tearing up as he fucks up into you faster.

“Jesus, fuck.” He grunts. “You’re gonna be the best mum.” He makes eye contact with you and smirks. “The fuckin’ sexiest mum on the block.”

He snakes a hand between the two of you to rub your clit as fast as he can. You cling to him harder, your body laced with sweat. He had you moaning pretty loud until you let out a breathless gasp as you came.

“Fill me up babe, need to feel it, please.”

“God, I love it when you beg me like that, shit.” He groans and releases inside you. He kisses you before lifting you off of him.

He gets up and grabs a towel to clean you up. Once you’re both all set, you snuggle up and fall asleep.

“Oh wow!” You exclaim when you get into your apartment the next day.

“Happy anniversary, dalin’.” He kisses your cheek.

“This set up looks beautiful! Wait, I have something for you.”

“Y/N.” He sighs. “We said no real gifts.”

“I know, but I couldn’t help myself.” You pout. “I got you a new chain for your cross.” You hand him a box out of your purse. He opens it and smiles.

“It’s beautiful, thank you very much.”

He gives you a quick kiss and changes the chains out quick.

“Okay, go do your hair how you like, and get naked while I set the cameras up, yeah?”

You go into the bathroom and blow out your hair. You put some makeup on as well, and come out in your robe. Harry had his white sheet hung up in the living area, and a fan to blow your hair back.

“Harry…?”

“Yes?”

“Um…my…well…could you help me shave? I don’t want my bush in the pictures. It’s one thing with just you and me, but when I look back on these, and I can’t reach, and-“

“Go stand in the tub, I’ll come in in a second.” He smiles. Harry comes in a few minutes later.

“I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing.”

“It’s not, really.” He shrugs. “You’d do the same for me if I couldn’t reach my balls.” You burst out laughing.

He gets you all shaved after ten somewhat awkward minutes, but you’re grateful to feel fresh and clean.

“Thank you so much, I’m sorry.”

“Please, stop apologizing. I’d do anything for you.” He kisses you. “Now come on, it’s all set up.”

You come back out. He gets the fan going to blow your hair back. He tells you what positions to stand in. He gets some beautiful ones of you from the side. Really holding your bump.

“Don’t people do this wearing clothes too?”

“Oh, sure, but we have plenty of pictures of us like that, don’t we?”

“I suppose that’s true. Take your shirt off now, I want you in the pictures too, remember?”

Harry gets the camera set up on the tripod, and takes his shirt off. He gets on one knee and kisses your belly in one. He stands back up and takes your hands in his. You both lean in to kiss each other. He gets behind you in one, and you both make heart shapes with your hands over your stomach.

“I’ll zoom in on that one, it’ll look really nice for an album cover.” He says. “Look at how beautiful you are.” You put your robe back on and look at his camera.

“Thank you so much, I’m happy we’ll have these memories.”

“And then once Jack’s born, Mariah said she’d do a newborn shoot for us.

“She’s the best, the absolute best.”

You were able to make it through the end of the semester without having the baby in your classroom. You felt grateful that you’d be teaching online sections of courses in the fall so you could stay home with Jack a little longer. Erica had her littler girl, and you waddled into the hospital to say congratulations. She was a beautiful baby, and you were excited that Jack would have a cousin so close in age, other than Michael, to grow up with.

The weather was getting warmer and you were getting more uncomfortable after each day passed. Harry did his best to keep you calm, but you were at a point where everything annoyed you. He had you walking, eating spicy food, and you two were definitely still fucking, but nothing was helping you induce.

You had finally fallen asleep when you felt something wet underneath you. You pull the blankets back and see a huge wet spot. Your eyes grow wide.

“Harry!”

“What?!” He comes bursting through the door, he had stayed up to read in the living room so you could get some sleep.

“I think my water broke!” You beam.

“Oh my god, it’s happening!” He helps you out of the bed and gets you into the sweats you had picked out to go to the hospital in.

“Call my mom, I want her with us, okay? I need her.”

“Okay, once we’re in the car alright?” He smiles. “I need to text Rachel to come by to be with Buster.”

“Alright.”

He gets you into the car, and he calls your mom letting her know you were on your way to Boston Hospital. Luckily, Dr. Johnson was on call for you, and you were told she was on her way. A nurse gets you into a room, and gets you hooked up to whatever you needed to be hooked up to.

“Okay, so you’re not looking for a natural birth, correct?”

“Nope, give me all the drugs.” You laugh.

“We’ll do our best.” She smiles.

Eventually your mom shows up giving you lots of hugs and kisses.

“My little girl, my baby about to have a baby.” She smooths your forehead. “How are you doing, Harry?”

“M’alright, just wish I could take all the pain away. Her contractions have hurt really bad.”

“That’ll happen.” Your mom chuckles. “I’ll go get you some coffee.” She smiles and leaves.

“I’m glad she’s here.” You say to him.

“Me too. Nice to have family here for this.”

“Do me a favor, if the doctor asks you if you want to look while he’s coming out, say no. I do not want you looking. You’ll never get that image out of your mind.”

“Alright, I promise.” Your mom comes back shortly with the coffee.

“Mum, you’ll have to call the cantor for me so we can get Jack circumcised.”

“Of course, I’ll call first thing in the morning. I know he’s been waiting for you to call. And I’m going to have your brother and dad get your crib and everything over to your apartment first thing in the morning as well.”

“Oh, thanks mum.” You feel the sharp pains return to your stomach. “Harry!” You gasp. He rushes to your side to hold your hand.

“Remember to breathe, like in the classes.” He strokes your cheek as you squeeze his hand.

After twelve hours of labor, it was finally time to push. Harry was on one side you and your mom on the other. You had been given the epidural, but everything just felt cramped and uncomfortable. You were screaming and cursing as you pushed.

“You’re almost there, Y/N.” Dr. Johnson encourages you.

Harry thought you were going to break his hand off, and honestly, he felt like he deserved it watching you go through all this. Luckily, you weren’t cursing at him or screaming at him that you’ll never do this again, because honestly, you would. Despite how sick you felt in the first trimester, your pregnancy was relatively easy. You’d turn your love with Harry into another baby in a heartbeat, but he didn’t need to know that right now.

“I can see his head! Give me another good push, Y/N!”

You do ask the doctor says, and you nearly feel like you’re going to faint as she pulls Jack out of you. You weren’t sure, but you had to have torn open, there’s no way you didn’t. You hear the baby cry and a wave of relief sweeps over you. They clean him quick before resting him on you for skin on skin. Harry lets the doctor cut the cord, too afraid he’d mess something up. There were tears in your eyes and Harry’s as well. They let Harry hold Jack skin to skin as well before taking him off to weigh him and clean him up further.

“Do we have a name?” One of the nurses asks.

“Jack Edward Styles.” Harry says. You were too exhausted to speak. He leans in and gives you a kiss on the forehead. Your mother was also at a loss for words.

“He’s beautiful, honey, you did great.”

“Okay, Y/N, we just need to take care of a few things down here, I need to stitch you up.” Dr. Johnson says as she cleans up what she can.

“Oh god.” You groan and you start sobbing.

“Nothing to worry about, happens all the time. His head was a little larger like we thought. Long body too.” You look up at Harry and glare as she stitches you up.

“You and your big head.” You seethe.

“M’sorry, baby, really I am.” He can’t help but smile.

“Alright, all done. The nurses will help you the rest of the way.”

One of them shows you the mesh underwear you’ll be wearing and you grimace. You never felt less attractive in your life. After a little while you’re wheeled into your hospital room where you can relax. Your mom stepped out to go home and change. She said she’d come back during visiting hours. She also wanted to give you and Harry some time to relax. He laid on the bed with you and you rested your head on his chest as you finally slept. You were so fucking tired. It was like your entire body had been tensed up for days and now you could relax.

“Mr. and Mrs. Styles?” A nurse coos as she comes in with Jack. Harry sits up and beams at the baby. “Someone’s hungry, does mommy wanna try to feed?”

“I’ll give it a go.” You say as you try to sit up a little. Harry adjusts your pillows for you. “Ten fingers, ten toes?” You ask the nurse.

“Yes.” She chuckles as she hands him to you. “Perfectly healthy. Almost nine pounds.”

“Good god, you came outta me?” You coo to your new bundle of joy. Harry helps you move the hospital gown out of the way.

“He may not latch on right away, just give him a minute to get acquainted.” The nurse explains.

“I brought a pump with me in case he has trouble. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about breast feeding.” You explain and she nods. “Oh! Look at him go, Harry.” Jack latches on so he can feed.

“Does it hurt, love?”

“Not really, just sort of feels weird. It can tend to hurt, right?” You ask the nurse.

“Yeah, it can. You’ll want to pump so you don’t get sore and tender. For now you’ll be fine since we’ll be bringing him in for his feedings. I’ll leave him with the two of you for a while and come back in an hour or so.” You both thank her before she leaves.

“He’s beautiful, Harry. Can you believe we made him?”

“Absolutely gorgeous. I took your picture when they first put him on you, but I could take a better one now.”

“Please do, I’m all cleaned up now.” He takes his phone out and takes your picture. “What’s your eye color, Jack?” He looks up at you slightly. “Oh! Green, duh.” You laugh.

“Be a bit weird if he didn’t since both of ours are green.”

“My dad’s eyes are brown and my mom’s are green, but my brother ended up with blue eyes. Both of my sisters have brown eyes, and I have green, so literally anything could have happened. I hope he has your curls.”

“Looks like he’ll have your nose, which is nice. Your nose is way cuter than mine, s’like a little button.”

“Oh stop it, I do not have a button nose. His ears look bigger like mine.”

“Seems like he’ll be a good mix of us, huh?”

“We’ll find out once he grows in a bit. I think he’s done.” You hold him up against your shoulder so you can gently burp him, and then you hand him to Harry. “So natural.” You tell him as you smile at your boys.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“For what?”

“Makin’ me a real Daddy. I know we have Buster and all, but this…” You lean in and kiss Jack’s head.

“Mm, he smells so good, smell his head.” You giggle. “He’s got that new baby smell.” Harry dips his head slightly and he smiles as he smells his child.

“He does smell good.” He chuckles.

A nurse comes in for you a little while later.

“Time to go to the bathroom, Y/N.” She sighs.

“No, please don’t make me.” You whine. “It’s going to hurt.”

“I know, but we need to have you try. I’ll be right in there with you.”

“Oh, wonderful.” You roll your eyes.

“Go on, honey, I’m sure you need to go with all the fluids you’ve been given.”

The nurse helps you onto your feet and you cringe as you take a step. You look back at Harry and he gives you an encouraging smile. It broke his heart to see you like this. He knew in a few months you’d be perfectly fine, but right now he knew you were in a ton of pain, and he hated it. The nurse helps you use the toilet, and you swore at her up and down, then you apologized of course. She helps you back in the bed afterwards.

“Okay…so the next time I come to help you use the bathroom, you’re going to hate me even more.”

“Why?” You ask, taking Jack back from Harry.

“You need to try to have a BM.” Your eyes widen. You had read up on this, and you weren’t looking forward to it. “We need to make sure you stitches don’t rip open and get cleaned properly. I’ll be back in a couple of hours, okay?”

“Please, take your time.” You tell her as she leaves. “That’s going to suck.”

Nurses continued to come in and out to check on you and Jack. They took him away for a while to let you and Harry rest. Harry had let everyone know to just come to visiting hours tomorrow. You needed more time to recover, and you really didn’t want to see everyone just yet. Your BM was painful to say the least, but you got through it.

“It’ll get easier, Y/N.” The nurse says. As you lay down in the bed she braces you for something much more painful. “You may want to hold your husband’s hand for this. I have to give your stomach a massage, and it’s going to hurt.”

“Wonderful.” You take a breath. “Ow! What the fuck?!” You squeeze Harry’s hand.

“I’m so sorry, I’m checking to make sure there’s no internal bleeding or air pockets.”

“This is worse than giving birth, I swear to god.” You grit your teeth.

“Okay, all done.” She smiles. “Take some time to rest. We’ll bring the baby in for another feeding soon.”

“Alright? Want some ice chips?”

“No, because then I’ll need to pee again.” You pout.

“Y/N.” He sighs and hands you the cup of ice chips.

“It burns, Harry. It’s terrible.”

“I know, I’m sorry. It’ll get better soon, this is the hardest part.” He strokes your cheek. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You pucker your lips and kiss him.

The next day people trickle in during the different visiting hours. Your family came first and took turns holding the baby. Your friends came in the afternoon, many of them shedding tears. It was wonderful to have so many people around.

Harry had made sure to take time off from work to be home with you. Not necessarily a paternity leave, though. He told you he’d take two weeks off form going to the studio, and then he’d do half days or every other day from there. He promised he wouldn’t work weekends as well. You knew he had to work to make the money you both needed. You had a good paycheck from the school, but you weren’t working this summer, so that extra cash was nonexistent.

You were grateful your dad and brother were able to set up the nursery the rest of the way for you. Everything was in its place. You and Harry agreed Anne and Gemma, and Nannie, could fly in, in a month or so to come meet Jack. You just needed some time to adjust and heal before you started having a ton of visitors.

You and Harry couldn’t help but laugh when he helped you set up the breast pump. It was extremely awkward, but you couldn’t figure out how to do it yourself. You also needed his help going to the bathroom at various points, also extremely awkward and embarrassing, but that was marriage. You were grateful for him.

Buster took a liking to Jack right away. You knew they’d be great buddies. You and Harry barely got any sleep the first couple weeks, which was to be expected. You constantly needed to feed Jack. He was a big boy, and he was hungry.

“Why are you crying?” Harry sighs as he comes into the nursery to see what’s going on.

“Because.” You sniffle. “Because what if my breast milk doesn’t have enough stuff in it and that’s why he’s so hungry? I know nothing’s wrong with formula, but like, I’m his mother, and I can’t even give him what he needs.” You sob.

“Okay, okay.” Harry takes Jack and the bottle from you to continue feeding him. You wipe your tears. It was hard to be sad whenever you’d see Harry effortlessly hold your child. “You are giving him what he needs. He’s just…large.” He chuckles. “He’s hungry a little more. I was talkin’ to Lou, and he said Freddie was the same way. Constantly hungry, and Bri used breastmilk. You’re makin’ plenty of it. If you were havin’ trouble producing, I’d say yeah let’s switch to formula, but I think we’re fine.”

“What am I gonna do when you go back to work.” You tear up again.

“Your mum’s comin’ to be with you, remember? She’ll be here when I can’t be. Believe me, I’d rather be here with you.”

“I know, I don’t mean to make you feel bad. You just always know how to calm me down.”

“Luckily your mum’s done this four times, so she’ll know what to do too.” He smiles. He turns Jack over to burp him. “Here, wanna rock him to sleep? I’m gonna take Buster out quick.”

“Okay.” He hands him back to you. You rock him slowly and set him down in his crib. “Mummy loves you very much, Jack.” You coo as you leave the room.

You go out to the living room to sit on the couch. Buster comes trotting in and sits at your feet. You pat the top of his head, and Harry comes to sit next to you. He puts an arm around you and pulls you in close.

“Love you so much.” He kisses your hairline.

“I love you too.”

You were never so thankful to have friends who didn’t work in the summer in your life. Your mom was a big help, but she was also trying to help out Erica. Sarah and Rachel came over often to hang out and make sure you weren’t bored to shit while Jack napped. They’d go out for walks with you while he was strapped to your chest.

“You look great, Y/N.” Sarah says.

“Seriously, Y/N, it’s been what? A month? Barely even have a tummy anymore.” Rachel says.

“Oh stop it.” You shake your head at them as you walk down the street. “I’ve just simply deflated. Dr. Johnson said I could start doing more cardio next month, do some strength training too, but for now she just wants me walking.”

“Having that little guy strapped to you has to be some kind of strength training.” Sarah smirks.

“You have no idea! He looks tiny, but he gets heavy after a while.”

“When do you think you guys will do your newborn shoot?”

“Probably next month once I feel a little more comfortable being photographed. Oh! You guys should see the album we put together from the maternity shoot, the pictures came out so nice. I had a couple framed and put into Jack’s room.”

“Definitely! How’s Harry been with going back to work?” Rachel says.

“He feels guilty, and like he’s missing out on things. I’ve brought Jack to the studio a couple of times, but I think it makes it worse for him. That’s why Buster’s been going to work with him. He’s such a good dad, not that I ever doubted he would be. It’s never a contest, like he’s just always jumping into help.”

“That’s what he’s supposed to do. He’s a dad, not a babysitter.” Sarah points out.

“Exactly.”

“Do you feel like you’ve had any post-partum stuff?” Rachel asks.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough? Like when I feed him and he gets hungry again almost immediately after, I feel like I’m not giving him what he needs. But Harry seems to think he’s just genuinely hungry. I’m excited for Anne and Gemma to come visit soon, and I think Nannie’s gonna come up in August.”

“That’s great! It must be difficult knowing you have a grandchild so far away.”

“Since Anne’s retired, Harry was saying she might rent a small studio and stay here for a while longer this summer to be with Jack, and to help us out a bit. I’m all for it, she’s the best, and it would take some pressure offer my mom. I know she’s trying to balance out time with Jack and Melissa.”

“Oh yeah, how’s she doing?”

“Good! Erica’s kind of dealing with the same things as I am. Although, she went right to formula instead of breastfeeding.” You shrug.

“Do you think you’ll ever put your piercings back in?”

“The second my stomach goes back to normal, that’s going back in for sure, but my nipples I’m not so sure about. If I get pregnant again I’ll just need to take them out, it was really annoying. I’m fine with just my nose for now.”

You were grateful your friends didn’t mind talking about this stuff, and even more grateful they were checking in on your mental state. You were the luckiest person in the world.

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zoppzoop · 4 years ago

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6. is it hard for you to get over someone?

15. personality description

28. i’ll love you if…

31. 3 random facts

53. 5 things that make me happy

hi babe <3333

6. romantically? probably not. ive never actually fallen for someone that emotionally deeply for it to be even mildly difficult to get over it. but like platonically? as in if a friend just backstabbed or straight up was shit to me after calling them my best friend? let me just say i still very very slightly have a grudge on my 2nd grade best friend. i take my friendships very seriously (skip the rest of this coz its too long and honestly idk why i even typed it out lmfao its honestly just turned into a weird vent skjdfljkg)

(i definitely dont hate the 2nd grade kid more than this one bitch in my old neighborhood who literally got into a best friend trio thing between me and my friend and turned her against me and then also sabotaged my friendship with another friend and yeah things were shit for a few months and then her dad got transferred to another place and i thought it was a good thing but then the day she left i went back home after playing in the park with the rest of the kids and my parents give me the news that we're moving to the same place as they did because my dad got promoted there too and then she managed to make my life shit again for the three years she was there (and her sister helped her like the zero braincell dipshits they both were)(also teh fucker told my other friend who i was really close with and went to school with that my home situation is bad??? like hoe first of all what the fuck. second of all what the fuck third of all what the actual fuck and fourth of all my parents are actually really nice and kind people and actually care about me so again, what the fuck?????????? (also her mom had a thing against mine so im damn sure that had to root from there so yeah fuck you too auntie) and after that got cleared out the bitches literally blackmailed the rest of our common friends to team up and bully me and that was another ordeal for a while. and bullshit like this continued until her dad got transferred again. but by that time i was at a point where i couldnt really go out at all because i had to study and wow thats a long story but i dont wanna really backspace on that so yeah sorry for rambling and going off topic and for the negativity but i hate those two two-faced fucked up bitches a lot lmao)

15. i guess i'd say im chill with my opinions on most things so i dont get into arguments much. also i've got a very (uhh whatever the opposite of confrontational is) kinda personality. also my stance on things is out of sight out of mind so if i want to avoid sth i can and will ignore it. i like talking to new people and also friends but im literally not the most talkative person. when i say i like talking i mean i like listening to people go on about whatever's on their head and occasionally when i feel up to it i just thought dump (like we saw in the last question sdkjlf) or i just straight up vanish like a ghost (which is bad nasdfkljs) also with certain people i get very very chaotic. i once challenged my friends on chugging multiple glasses of coca cola at a party so yeah- ooh also i get emotional (on all emotions) very easily. also im the kind of person who wants to know peoples secrets and all that stuff coz i just like knowing things but i never do anything with it except forget it in a couple of days.

uuhh idk what else to say about my personality lmao i think thats it but if theres sth specific you'd like to know feel free to ask me!

28. i'll love you if literally anything. if know you and we're close enough i'll literally just pour over my love and support to you. i've got a lot of it to give (even though i ghost people sometimes it doesnt mean i dont care about them. i still love them)

31. 1. me and grudges is a bad idea because i never think about it much or show it but it stays there and keeps festering forever and i dont really know how i'll act if the patience meter tips over sdjfsk

2. my dad had got a switchblade thing a while back when he was out on a trip and i stabbed my teddy bear with it and uhhh yeah im pretty sure teddy hates me now but then i also stitched him back up but no that i think about it, practicing knife throwing on your teddy is not a good idea-

3. i used to be a soft-violent kid back in the day (like middle school/junior high) because at first glance you'd think im the ideal student/kid but my classmates knew that i would literally not hesitate to punch a bitch if that situation came up at school or at least in my class. i mean a teacher who came in for substitution legit presented me to the class like 'look at her. she's such nice and smart and helpful kid' and my class was like 'lmao who? her??' but yeah teachers and seniors liked me. i was a nice kid too! just some people got on my nerves and got what they were asking for <3 now im just a wallflower. i doubt anyone outside my friend group even knows my name here lmao we're chaning that in college though! i wanna be a good person to everyone!!!

53. 1. drawing

2. good food (and subsequently cooking)

3. good entertainment (currently anime, music and fanfics)

4. talking listening to people

5. relaxing without the impending doom of some or the other deadline/exam

Hi babe <3333 sorry for making this so long lfjkgs ily <33333333

send me some nice asks!! O(∩_∩)O

#bianca (〃▽〃)

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ghstandpucks · 5 years ago

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Misguided Ghost Ch.4

A.N: So my story just went to #9 on the Zak Bagans tag on Wattpad! I’m so excited I had to share! Also.. if anyone knows how to like the chapters onto a story without putting the whole url, I would be appreciative of the help! I hope you all are staying safe and healthy! Enjoy!

Ch.3: https://ghstadventuresgrl.tumblr.com/post/622599346097160192/misguided-ghost-ch3

Truce

I walked into the office Friday morning feeling more comfortable than I had the day before. Sure it was only my second day on the job, but Zak seemed a little more accepting of me toward the end of the day so I figured I was off to a good start. Aaron’s office was still empty, but Nick had his door open. “Good morning Nick,” I smiled as I walked past his office.

“Morning Y/N. Hey, come here a second.” I walked into his office tentatively. Nick looked away from his computer screen and smiled gently up at me. “Zak showed me the research you did yesterday. I have to say, I was impressed at what you found for those places and how much you got through.” I smiled and looked down, a bit embarrassed by the praise.

“Thanks. I’m glad that it was what you guys wanted,” I responded. Nick chuckled.

“That and more.” He went back to his computer screen and I took that as my que to leave his office. I walked back to where mine and Zak’s offices were. His door was shut and I frowned slightly. Why was I disappointed to not see him?

I opened my door and started setting up. I had grabbed some of my mythology books that I had from school and put them on my bookshelf. I had also ordered a white board and cork board that should be at the office later today so I could hang some things up and write down info about upcoming lock downs. In other words, I had to be organized or I would lose my shit. I had also brought in a few picture frames to set on my desk. I had one of my family at Disneyland, one of my two best friends and I at our undergraduate graduation with our cap and gowns, and another of the three of us that showed us all laughing standing on top of a couch in some random San Diego club when we all turned 21. I had handed my phone off to some random person that had gotten us into the VIP section and free drinks. Girls just want to have fun right? I was standing with my back to the door reminiscing about how fun that evening was when there was a knock on my door. I jumped slightly and turned around, smiling when I saw it was Zak and Aaron. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” Aaron chuckled as he walked into my office.

“It’s fine. I was in my own little world for a second,” I explained. Zak walked in behind Aaron and handed me a Starbucks cup. It was my passion tango tea and read ‘lil sis’ on the side. I gave Zak a quizzical look.

“Aaron ordered” he said softly, knowing what I was questioning. I looked at Aaron and he showed me his coffee cup, which said ‘big bro’ on the side. I laughed.

“Thank you for this, big bro,” I winked as the guys laughed and looked around. Zak eyed my books and walked over to them as Aaron started to look at my pictures. He picked up the San Diego one.

“Wow, you actually have red and black in your closet?” He asked, acting astonished. I laughed and looked down at my green knee length dress. In the picture I was wearing a red lace crop top and a short black skater skirt with black heals. Zak looked over quickly to see what Aaron was talking about, and I watched his eyes look me up and down. Blushing, I took the picture back and started to explain the events of that evening.

“Didn’t think you were a party girl,” Zak mumbled after I was done explaining, finally looking away from the picture, even though I had set it back down.

“I’m not really. But don’t judge a book by its cover. You hardly even know me,” I shot back. What was with him judging my appearance? Zak and I stared at each other for a second, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Probably that he was about to fire me. Aaron broke the silence.

“Are you still friends with them?” I looked at Aaron and nodded my head.

“Ya, still best friends. We met freshman year Fall quarter and have stuck together ever sense. They’re the best,” I smiled. “Also, I hope its ok that I have a white board and cork board being delivered today?” I looked back over at Zak.

“That’s fine. Make the space your own,” he said and walked into his own office. I made a face and looked at Aaron who was looking back and forth between Zak and I. “What?”

“I can’t tell if you two are going to be like the best of friends, rip each other’s throats out, or be that annoyingly cute opposites attract couple,” he said in a low voice. I gawked at him.

“More than likely one of the first two. I highly doubt the last one,” I whispered, making sure Zak couldn’t hear us.

“I don’t know, he likes to talk about you. Wouldn’t shut up about how great your research was when we went to get the coffee this morning.” I blushed at that and turned away from Aaron. “Oh, so there is a feeling there!”

“I didn’t say that. Beside I just met you guys and I work for him now so it will be strictly professional.” I muttered, sitting down and opening my laptop to start my work for the day.

“You aren’t denying it though. And technically you work for Travel Channel so it wouldn’t be like you slept with your boss to get a raise or anything,” Aaron winked as I shooed him out of my office, not even wanting to respond to that comment. I looked across at Zak and he had his head down in his own work. I prayed he didn’t just hear all that.

~ ~ ~

After my boards were delivered and I acquired the help of Aaron to put them up, I found myself walking down the hall to make a copy of a paper of a place I was researching. The paper had a few numbers and extra sources for articles on the place, so I wanted to keep a copy for myself before handing my research over to Zak. As I walked back to my office to grab all the papers and my notes of the 3 places I was able to get through today, I noticed all the guys were in Zak’s office. I kept to myself and started gathering my research when Zak called me over. I walked in with the papers and smiled at the guys. “Are those for me?” Zak asked motioning to the papers.

“Yup. There was a lot of information on that one ghost town, so I only was able to look at 3 places today. But everything should be in there,” I explained as I handed him the heavy stack of papers. At least it was heavy in my opinion, Zak’s large frame took them easily from me.

“Are you doing anything tonight Y/N?” Aaron asked. I looked at him and shook my head.

“Not really. I was probably just going to cook dinner and watch tv,” I shrugged. I had really just planned on finishing unpacking this weekend. The exciting life of Y/N Y/LN.

“Well we’re all going out tonight to get a drink and dinner. Would you like to come?” Aaron smiled at me. I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Um… you know I don’t want to impose…”

“You wouldn’t be. You can meet my wife. Plus, Billy is coming so you can meet him too,” Nick interrupted my poorly planned excuse. I really didn’t want to intrude on a night out for them since they hardly knew me. As if he knew what I was thinking, Nick spoke up again. “And it would be nice to get to know you and you us since we’ll all be going on a lockdown next week.”

“Oh, I’m going on that?” I questioned.

“You’re our historian. We kind of need you there,” Zak answered with a nod. They all looked at me expectantly.

“Ok. And that sounds fun tonight, if it’s alright with everyone?” I glanced at Zak specifically. He smiled softly and nodded.

“Awesome! I’ll text you the address of the place. It’s kind of like a dive bar off the strip, so it’s never too busy, especially on Friday nights,” Aaron explained. I smiled and nodded, saying good bye to everyone and leaving the office for the day.

Once I got home, I showered and did my hair. I curled it in a beachy wave, then did my make-up. I stood in front of my closet, trying to decide what to wear. It was dinner, but still a bar. I wanted to look nice, and a bit more grown up. Being 5’2 and a petite 112 pounds, people often did not believe I was old enough to drink, let alone be out of high school. I’m sure that’s how the guys saw me, and for some reason I specifically wanted to show Zak that I wasn’t some little girl who always wore dresses. I tended to have a closet that reminded people of Jessica Day on New Girl. The fact that I was a substitute teacher for a few years while I worked on my master’s and after didn’t help that goody two shoes image I had made for myself either. Not that I minded it, I just kind of wanted Zak to notice me. What Aaron had been saying kept replaying in my head. Zak was the first one to say they should hire me; he likes to talk about me and my research. Was he not as intimidating and judging as he’s appeared to me over the past week?

I shook my head to try to get those thoughts out. I was just going out with the people I work with, and that was that. I ended up picking out my ripped skinny jeans and a black chiffon top that showed a strip of my stomach. I put on my black healed ankle boots and grabbed my leather jacket. Aaron said they would be there around 7:30, and it was 7 now. I looked up the place and saw it was about 15 minutes from me. I made sure my hair and make were in place, then called an uber. I am a bit of a light weight. Even though I was just planning on having a single beer, I don’t really trust myself to drive after. Better safe than sorry. My uber came and dropped me off at exactly 7:30. I was really hoping someone was already there so I didn’t have to wait by myself. I walked in and looked around. The place had a fun vibe, with a dance floor off to the side. There were tables and booths that took up most of the place, then a bar next to the dance floor. The music was turned up, but still at a volume that you didn’t need to yell over. I imagined that it got louder as the night went on and the dance floor got crowded.

I looked to my left and saw Aaron and Nick waving me down. I smiled and walked over to them. “Hi guys,” I said as I slid in next to Aaron.

“You made it! Y/N, this is my wife Veronique,” Nick introduced us.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” I smiled at her. She returned it and shook my hand.

“You too! I’ve been hearing about all your research. You have these guys all impressed,” Veronique stated. I laughed and thanked her.

“If you want something to drink, you have to go to the bar,” Aaron informed me. I saw that they already had their drinks and got up, excusing myself. I walked up to the bar and leaned against it, waiting to get the attention of the bartender. I was never very good at inserting myself at bars. He came over after a minute or two, and I ordered an Anchor Steam beer. A rum and coke sounded good, but I didn’t want to get too giggly with everyone just yet. As the beer was pushed toward me and I was about to hand over my card, an arm reached over me.

“I’ll pay for hers, and an O’douls,” a deep voice said. I turned and saw Zak, who was smiling down at me. “I have to say Mia, I almost didn’t recognize you in jeans. You look good,” he said as the bartender handed him back his card and his drink. I stood there, not knowing what to say for a second.

“I could have paid for my drink.” I blurted out. Zak chuckled and leaned against the bar next to me.

“I know, but I got it. Think of it as an olive branch,” he stated. I quirked my eyebrow.

“An olive branch?”

“Ya. I know I keep making remarks that bother you and I honestly don’t mean to. You really do just seem like this bubbly person so I guess it was just my way of trying to get used to you. Aaron told me I was coming off a bit rude and I just want you to know that it wasn’t personal,” he tried to explain himself.

“Well if it was about the way I look and dress then it was personal. But ok,” I looked down at my beer. Zak huffed.

“What I mean is that we’ve all gone through some pretty serious shit together, and you just seemed like this ray of sunshine bouncing in…in a good way. I wanted you to know that I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. And if I have then I apologize for that. I think you are doing a great job,”

“Aaron told me you were the first one to say you guys should hire me. If that’s true, then why the attitude the past two days?” I questioned him. I was curious. He smiled at me and looked back toward the table. I followed his gaze and saw the guys pretending to seem like they weren’t watching us. I blushed slightly, hoping the dim lighting would hide it.

“You’re smart Y/N. I saw that in the way that you presented yourself. You’re also very passionate about history, and it was intriguing. Plus, you didn’t come to the interview asking about being on tv and our lockdowns, or asking for an autograph after,” he answered me. I tilted my head to the side a bit.

“People really asked for an autograph after their interview?” he nodded. I laughed slightly. “And I don’t really care if I’m on the lockdown.”

“I know. You were refreshing to talk with. And after the past two days you seem to be exactly what we needed. So, what do you say we start over and I try not to be such an ass with my remarks? Truce?” He smiled at me, but I didn’t miss the way his eyes looked me over. Maybe this was the right outfit choice after all. I bumped my drink into his.

“Truce,” I responded, smiling at him. I turned to then walk back to the booth with Zak following closely behind me. Aaron scooted over in the booth as I slid in next to him, and Zak by me. Once we had sat down I was introduced to Billy Tolley, the audio-visual tech who showed up while Zak and I were talking at the bar. We all ordered our food and enjoyed the evening. I was laughing with everyone and feeling more comfortable then I had since I moved in last week. Zak stole a French fry off my plate and I bumped him with my elbow. Life might turn out to be good here.

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hellcaster901 · 5 years ago

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The Wedding

summary: Y/N is getting married in a few months, and its something that she’s been looking forward to for a while. But she runs into an old coworker, one that she just can’t help feel a connection to. Not only is her best friend not helping, but she’s trying to figure out now what she really wants.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT

Author’s Note: I was having some really tough writers block for my story Leather Dreams and just started writing this. It’s supposed to be a ONE-SHOT, but if you guys are wanting to a second part, I can come up with something! I also used the same tag list from my Leather Dreams series for this one! Enjoy!

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I turned in the mirror, looking down at the long white gown that trickled down like a waterfall, dripping over the small stand I stood on. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my mom and best friend gush over the quality and beauty of the dress, but yet, it still didn’t seem like me.

“What do you think?” The stylist asked, flaring out the skirts.

“I don’t know.” I answered honestly. Loving the way he fit my waist, but hating the way it made my breasts looked. I looked like I was almost from the 50s with how pointy my breasts were.

“What don’t you like about it?” The stylist asked, looking up at me. I could see the annoyance in her face. The way she got tired of how many dresses I was trying on. But this is her job, gotta keep her busy some how.

It’s not that I didn’t like the design, the way the lace laid over the white skirt, and trailed up to the arms and bosom was gorgeous, it was simple yet elegant, but there was just something that wasn’t right.

“My boobs, look at them, I’m going to poke his eye out once I get up there.” I chuckled, running my hands over the very much padded dress.

“You look fine darling.” My mom said, waving a hand. I could tell she was getting tipsy. The champagne they kept giving her was hitting her harder and harder each glass.

“If you don’t like it, then look at another one.” Mary smiled, a simply shrugging at me. I bit the inside of my lip, nodding.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t think this is me.” I told the stylist.

“No problem!” The woman smiled, helping down from the stand, grabbing onto the trail and following me to the changing room.

***

“I don’t know why I can’t find a dress.” I sighed, lifting the bags onto the chair, sliding the tray of food onto the table. Mary sighed with me, sliding her bags onto the empty seat beside her. “They’re literally all gorgeous. I don’t get why none of them are catching my eye.” I reached for my slice of pizza, taking a giant bite.

“Just none of them are what you are envisioning.” She chuckled, twisting a fork into her noodles.

“I didn’t envision anything.” I mumbled with a full mouth. “I didn’t want a big wedding.” I swallowed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Adam’s parents are paying for the wedding and Adam is just willing to let them make all the decisions for it.” Mary made a sound of disgust at Adam’s name. “Stop it.” I laughed, shaking my head.

“I just don’t think he’s the one for you. You can do much better than that pervert.” I rolled my eyes, taking another bite. “He’s a jerk and just doesn’t give much thought to you.”

“Stop it Mary.” She’s done this before, almost tried to convince me when Adam proposed to say no. “I love him, and you literally can’t stop me from marrying him.” I told her, but it almost sounded like I was trying to convince myself. She rolled her eyes, stuffing a fork full of noodles in her mouth. “I’m going to get a refill.” I mumbled, grabbing my cup and heading to the soda fountain.

I turned quickly once it was full, gasping as I shoulder checked the person behind me. “Oh my god.” The drink spilt slightly getting onto me and the leather jacket the man wore. “I am so sorry.” I chuckled awkwardly, looking up at the man. I was almost speechless as I saw who was towering over me.

“Ah, don’t worry about it.” He reached for a napkin, wiping off the liquid. “Good thing it’s leather.” He joked, making eye contact with me. The realization that he knew me clicked, a smile spreading on his face. “Y/N?”

“Yeah, oh my god, I haven’t seen you in forever Negan.” I smiled, setting down my cup. He wrapped a lean arm around my waist, a slight squeeze as a hug. “How have you been?” He shrugged, setting down his empty cup next to mine, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Oh you know, teaching is still a fucking mess.” He chuckled, that gorgeous smile sending chills down my back. “How about you?” He asked, gesturing a hand at me. “Heard you were getting married.” I nodded, almost feeling embarrassed.

“I am, in a couple months actually.” I smiled, covering my left hand with my hand. “Just tried to do some dress shopping and am not having the best of luck.” I chuckled awkwardly again, glancing at Mary. She stared at the two of us, her eyebrows raised, pointing at Negan.

“Well, congratulations Y/N.” He smiled, reaching for his cup again.

“Thank you.” I smiled, looking back at Mary who kept point and mouthing words at me.

“You look absolutely great.” He added, looking over my form. I blushed, brushing back some of my hair. I watched as he took a little too long looking over me, his tongue coming out and swiping his bottom lip. I felt my chest tighten, nerves rushing at me.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” I smiled. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mary stand up, reading to walk over to us. “I should get going, can’t really leave my friend alone for too long.” I lightly joke, seeing a small smile formed on his lips. “I hope to see you soon.” He nodded, watching as I grabbed my cup, turning quickly on my heels and heading straight to Mary.

“Who was that?” Mary gasped, not tearing her eyes away from Negan. I glanced back, his muscular lean back towards us as he filled his cup.

“That’s Negan.” I giggled, watching as he put a lid on his cup, walking back towards his table where another older man was sitting. We both watched as he sat down, slinging an arm over the empty chair next to him, bringing the straw up to his lips. I could see from the distance the way his throat moved as he swallowed. “Back when I was a substitute teacher, I substituted at the high school he works at.” We both watched shamelessly as he talked and drank his drink, the way he laughed or moved his hands with the man he was with. “I’m not sure who his friend is, but he must be a new teacher there.”

“He is absolutely gorgeous.” Mary drooled. “A real silver fox.” I rolled my eyes, but kept on watching him from across the food court like creeps. He must’ve felt our eyes on him as he looked over at us, both of us scrambling to make it seem like we were looking at something else. I felt my cheeks grow hot, both Mary’s and I’s cheeks bright red.

We broke out in a fit of giggles, ducking our heads down and staring at our plates. I took a glance back at Negan and his friend, both smiling and chuckling. Negan looked over at me, our eyes locking for a few seconds. I saw the smirk growing on his gorgeous mouth, sending a wink my way.

“How did you not tap that?”

“He has a wife Mary.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Either way, I don’t think he’d go for someone half his age.”

***

“Drink Drink Drink Drink!” My friends chanted, watching as I took shot after shot, the liquid burning my throat as it flowed down.

“No more, no more.” I coughed, shaking my head and waving my hands at the shots. “I can’t take another one.” My friends booed, all laughing as they saw me struggle. “That was way too much.” I laughed, standing up and tripping over my foot.

“You just took them, calm down.” Mary laughed over the music watching as I flipped her off, going to the bar. I sighed as I sat down, running a hand through my hair, fluffing it up and getting it out of my face.

“Hey, can I just get some water.” I motioned to the bartender, she smiled at me, reaching under the counter and grabbing me a bottle. “Perfect, thank you.” I lifted my hair, reaching around and placing the water on my neck.

“Getting a little crazy over there, huh?” I glance a few seats down, seeing Negan sitting there, an elbow on the counter, a beer in his hand as he watched me. I chuckled, shaking my head. Of course I’d see him here.

“Hopefully not too crazy, I still wanna remember the night.” I joked. He watched as I twisted the cap off, taking a huge swig. “How about you?” I breathed deeply, the cold water rushing down.

“Oh you know, trying to let some steam out.” He smirked, looking me up and down. I blushed a little bit, taking another drink from my water. “Pretty hellish day at work.”

“Those kids just not running those laps huh?” I laughed, he laughed with me, shaking his head.

“Just a bunch of shitheads is all.” He sighed, running his left hand over his face. I noticed the lack of a wedding ring he had, my eyes widening slightly. I had to tell Mary. “How about you? We didn’t really get to talk before you ran off the other day.” He smiled. Before I could answer he got up from his seat, moving to the empty seat beside me.

My heart was racing in my chest as he sat closer, and I could really see how handsome he was. When I knew him a few years ago he was handsome but now… he really was a silver fox. The grey weaves through his facial hair, that shit eating grin that he gave me hasn’t changed either.

“I’m currently teaching at East High school. No longer a substitute.” I smiled proudly, my finger tracing the edges of the bottle, water coating the tip of my finger. Negan watched me, his eyes moving down to my lips, trailing over my body, down my legs and back up, our eyes meeting once again.

“How’s your wife?” I panicked, trying to keep the dirty thoughts at bay, but also trying to control the wetness I began to feel between my thighs. Negan sighed, again running a hand over his face.

“Divorced.” He dimpled said, a shrug and then a swig of his beer.

“Guess she lost something good.” He looked up at me, a look in his eyes I haven’t seen before.

“How long have you and your fiancé been together?” He asked, an eyebrow arched. I mentally kicked myself for moving the conversation to our significant others, not really wanting to talk about Adam to Negan.

“About 2 years.” I pushed back some hair, noticing the way Negan looked over my neck. There was an undeniable tension between us. If it was either the alcohol or we’ve just grown as adults. Either way, I wanted him, and from the way he looked at me. He wanted me too. “He’s a contractor.” I added lamely, wincing at how awkward I am. Negan nodded, listening.

“Y/N!” I looked back at the girls, seeing Mary standing there, squinting her eyes at me. She looked over at Negan, her eyes widening when she realized who it was. “Just let me know when you’re done.” She waved, a bashful smile on her face. Negan chuckled lowly, waving at her. I knew she blushed, waving back then sitting back down in her seat.

“I should probably get back.” I stood from my seat, standing before Negan. My heels giving me a good couple of inches. “It’s been great talking to you.” I smiled, placing a hand on his arm, the cool leather cooling my sweaty palms.

“Hopefully I get to see you again soon.” He smirked, placing his hand on top of mine. I tried to ignore the warmth from his hand, spreading through my fingers and up my arm. I nodded, slipping from his hand and getting back to the girls.

Throughout the night I knew Negan was watching as I danced, drank, did anything. And every time I looked, our eyes met.

In no time, I was no longer dancing for myself, letting the alcohol take over, moving my hips and swinging my arms above my head, moving my body for his eyes.

This was surely something an engaged woman shouldn’t be doing, but the shots were clouding my judgment, and no one was stopping me. From the way Negan was now leaning against the bar, his legs spread and hooked on the railing, watching me closely, he knew what I was doing was for him. An unspoken connection that neither one of us wanted to break.

“I don’t think he’s taken his eyes off of you this entire time.” Mary whispered into my ear, her body moving against mine. I nodded subtly, keeping my eyes away from him. “If you’re not going to mess around with him, I will.” She smirked.

“I’m getting married.” I fought back weakly, shoving her shoulder lightly. “There’s not any messing around while I have this ring on.” I flashed her the ring, her eyes rolling.

“Live a little.” She smiled, throwing her arms over my shoulders, “You know you want to.” I looked over at him, the beer to his lips as he drank, his eyes trained on me.

“I can’t Mary. I can’t do that to Adam.” I wanted to. I wanted Negan to just ruined me. But I couldn’t do that to Adam. Not months before my wedding. That internal war was waging, and one side was winning.

“Who said Adam had to find out?” Mary whispered in my ear. I leaned back, looking at her. I knew she didn’t like Adam, and her convincing me, trying to convince me only proved how much she disliked him. I thought for a moment, glancing back at Negan than at Mary.

“I’ll be back.” I whispered to her. A huge grin grew on her face as I pulled away from her, her hand landing a smack on my ass, a grin on both of our faces. I walked towards the bar, Negan watching me the whole time as I walked past him, sending him a flirty look as I got to the bathrooms.

I checked the woman’s stall, keeping it unlocked as I stood before the mirror. “I'm an idiot. He’s not gonna come in here. He probably doesn’t even know what that fucking look meant.” I’m going to look like a complete idiot. I just know it.

I jumped as the door of the bathrooms opened slightly, revealing Negan’s gorgeous face as he stood there. I stood with my back against the sink, staring at him as he walked in, shutting the door behind him, the small click of the door being locked ringing between us. I swallowed the lump in my throat, the alcohol in my system telling me to just jump him, but that small part telling me turn and run and go back to Adam. We stared at one another for a moment until he spoke.

“How come we’ve never hooked up before?” He whispered, taking steps towards me, looking at me like I was his prey.

“You were married.” I whispered back, the nervousness and excitement evident in my voice as he got closer. He could hear it, the smirk on his face growing.

“And now?” he asked, stopping before me, snaking his hands behind me, leaning against the sink. He was inches away from me, his legs brushing against mine slightly, his breath hitting my face as we stared at one another, his hazel eyes watching over me. I took a deep breath, the smell of his leather, musk, and beer filling my senses. “You’re engaged.” I nodded, my breaths coming out swallower and swallower each second. “And you’re in the bathroom with someone who isn’t your fiance.”

“Are you trying to convince me to leave, or what?” The boldness was coming through, every atom in my body telling me to just unbuckle his pants and get down on my knees. “If that’s the case, I’ll leave right now.” He only smirked, pressing his body against mine, the evident bulge in his pants pressing against my hip. I shuddered, already feeling how huge he was.

This was wrong in every way. I was getting married in 7 months, and I’m here, ready to risk it all for an older man I had a crush on a few years back.

The tension between us was running high, his eyes looking over my face for any indication that I didn’t want to do this, and much to his surprise, he couldn’t find any. Without any words, he slammed his lips against mine.

And just like that, the dam broke.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, our kiss frantic and passionate as he grabbed my hips, pulling me harder against him, his thick bulge straining against his zipper, begging to be in me. I moaned as he held me, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip, asking for permission when he knew he already had it. I opened my mouth, our tongues clashing together, fighting for dominance, and without a doubt, I was ready and willing to be submissive to Negan in any shape or form.

“You can back out now.” He mumbled against my lips, moving to my neck, peppering kisses along my jugular, his beard leaving behind a sting as he moved. “We can act like this never happened.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself, trying to keep his distance from me. His lips attached to the soft point where my neck met my shoulder, tugging a low moan from my lips. He pulled back, staring down at me with plump red lips, a devilish look to him. “I’m serious Y/N.” He let me think, let me decide my options, but as of right now, I couldn’t of anything else other than getting him balls deep in me.

“Fuck me, and we can worry about the consequences later.” I whispered to him, moving my hand to his hair and tugging firmly. The devilish smirk came across his face, showing his white teeth.

“That’s my girl.” And with that, we were a mess of hands and lips. Each of us trying to kiss one another, our hands rushing to remove clothes that no business staying between us. I slid my hands under his leather jacket, pushing it over his shoulders, the metal loops clinking against the tile. I moaned as I felt the muscles in his back flex as I moved my hands, the thin black shirt no doing any justice in hiding him. “Do you know how hard it was not to fuck you every second at the school.” He moaned against my ear, his teeth scraping my earlobe, a chill running down my back at his words. “How hard it was not to bend you over each and every desk and fill you with my cum.”

“Jesus Negan.” I moaned, tiling my head to give him more access.

“Everytime I saw you in one of those fucking skirts-” his hips thrusted against my hip, a low moan leaving his plump lips. “-And seeing you bend over in those, I had to jerk myself off to the sight in my office.” I gasped, his words sending moisture straight to my cunt. I couldn’t even respond as he turned me around, my back pressing against his chest, both of us looking in the mirror, his mouth attached to my neck. “How bad I wanted to have you ride me in my office, bouncing on my lap.”

“Negan, please.” I whimpered, arching my back, pushing my breasts out for his eyes. He greedly accepted, his hands moving up and grabbing onto my breasts, a low, deep moan leaving his lips.

“What do you want?” He whispered into my ear, our eyes locking onto one another through the mirror. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.” I watched as his hands moved from my breasts, down to my pants, messing with the button and the zipper, teasingly pulling it down. “Tell me Y/N.”

“I want your cock.” I whimpered, his fingers trailing the skin the peaked out from my shirt. “Please Negan, I need you.” I sounded desperate, and that’s exactly what Negan wanted. His fingers worked quick as he unbuttoned my pants, tugging at the zipper and tugging them down my legs, leaving me in my black undies. I slipped my shoes off, kicking my pants off as he cupped my sex. I moaned loudly, throwing my head back onto his shoulder, his thin fingers rubbing against my clothed cunt.

“You’re fucking soaked.” He moaned, dipping his fingers into the waistband of my panties, brushing past the small bush and instantly dripping a finger between my folds. “Holy shit.” I gasped as he rubbed my clit, his fingers touching every and any spot he could reach. I planted my hands against the sink, arching against Negan, my ass rubbing on his thick bulge.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.” I begged, gasping as he traveled lower, sliding a long finger into my entrance. I moaned loudly like a bitch in heat.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He moaned, thrusting his finger into me, adding another finger in, stretching me out for his cock. I was a whimpering mess against him, bucking against his body as he fingered me, his hand becoming covered in my juices. He pulled his hand away, a whimper leaving my lips as I watch him bring it up to his mouth, sucking his finger. My mouth hung open as I watched him, his eyes shut, his mouth latching onto his finger. He was enjoying it, and it was only making me wetter.

“You taste so fucking sweet.” And like an animal, he grabbed at my clothes, yanking my black panties down, tugging my shirt over my head and leaving me in only my matching black bra.

“I don’t think this is fair.” I chuckled lowly, watching as he greedily grabbing at me, touching every part of my body.

“How come?” He mumbled in my ear, trailing kisses down to my shoulder.

“You still have all your clothes on.” I smirked, biting down onto my bottom lip. I felt him smile against my shoulder, his hands leaving my body as he took a step back.

“Go ahead.” He smirked. I turned instantly, staring up at him as he smirked, holding his arms out, letting me do what I needed to do. I grabbed onto his shirt, tugging him closer, clashing my lips against his.His large hands wrapped around my waist, holding me to him as we kissed, his thin lips moving against mine.

I couldn’t help feeling that this was right. That this, being here with him in this dirty bathroom, was right.

I moaned pulling away, tugging his black shirt over his head, throwing it onto our pile of clothes. I breathed deeply, looking over his chest. Negan was a thin man, but he was lean, anyone could tell from one look of him that he could fight if he needed to.

With a wink at Negan, I lowered myself to my knees, Negan cursing at the sight before him. I bit my bottom lip, undoing his belt, ripping it off and throwing it to the side as I got to his zipper and unbuttoned his pants. He leaned forward, holding himself up on the sink, watching as I teasley pulled his pants down, hooking my fingers onto the boxer briefs he had on.

“Oh my god.” I mumbled to myself, watching as his cock sprang free from his pants, bobbing up and down. I looked up at Negan, seeing the smug look on his face. He knew he was well gifted with such a cock, and me being surprised only boosted his ego. He quickly stepped out of his pants that pooled at his ankles, kicking them to the side in a hurry.

I wrapped a hand around the base, his cock twitching at the connect, an animalistic growl from Negan as I pumped him. Without warning, I leaned forward, stuffing as much of his cock as I could into my mouth, my hand pumping what I couldn’t fit.

“Jesus Christ.” He moaned, a hand coming to the back of my head, gripping onto my hair tightly. I bobbed on his cock, the tip hitting the back of my throat, gagging as keep him deep in my throat. I pulled back with a gasp, a thin line of spit connecting my bottom lip to the tip of his pulsing cock. I worked my hands over his length, moving my spit around to coat him, the wet sound becoming music to my ears. I took a deep breath, going back and deep throating him. “Fuck, Y/N.” He moaned, pushing my head further down on his cock, his hips thrusting. I gagged, keeping my place as he held my head still, thrusting his cock into my mouth. “Jesus your mouth feels so fucking good.”

He pulled his cock out with a pop, air rushing to my lungs, spit covering his cock and dripping down my chin. He reached down, lifting me up and setting me on the sink, the cold feeling great against my warm body. He leaned down, kissing me harshly and roughly, his hand stroking himself. “If you kept going, I would’ve busted in your mouth.” He chuckled, a smile finding its way onto my face. “I’d rather cum in this tight pussy.” My eyes widen, watching as he got down onto his knees, spreading my legs apart. “God, look at you.” He praised, reaching up and gliding a finger through my lips. I threw my head back, hitting the mirror, moaning at his fingers. “Fucking soaked.” I looked back down at him, watching him gather my juices on his finger, sucking my taste off. With a smirk, he leaned forward, dragging the flat of his tongue over my cunt.

“Oh my god.” I gasped, reaching down and lacing my hand through his hair. I tugged harshly against the strands, earning a moan from him, vibrating against my soaked center. He licked at me, swallowing my juices, wrapping his lips around my clit, letting his tongue work magic against me. “Jesus Christ.” I moaned, the sex god himself looked up at me, a mischievious look in his eyes as he continued to eat me. He moved his head side to side, sucking onto my clit. I felt my legs shaking, my thighs closing around his head as I felt the growing bundle in my stomach ready to explode.

“Negan.” I cried, feeling the waves crashing through my body. My hips bucking against his face, my legs shaking as he guided me through my climax, lapping up my cum that slipped from my dripping cunt. Negan pulled away, his tongue licking around his lips, the hair on his chin glistening from my juices. I watched as he smirked, using the back of his hand to wipe away at his mouth. He stood, a smirk on his face as he towered over me, pushing himself between my thighs, his large hands rubbing and grabbing at the them. I was breathing heavily, watching as he studied me, looked over my body. He was taking mental pictures of me as I sat there, legs spread, needy and willing to take his cock.

“You want this?” he asked, wrapping a large hand around his cock. I looked down, groaning at how red the tip was, precum leaking out. I watched as he reached up, his thumb collecting the liquid and rubbing it over his cock. I nodded, drooling at the sight before. “Nuh uh.” Negan smirked, hooking a finger under my chin, lifting me to look at him. “Use your words, baby girl. Do you want this?” He asked, taking a step closer, rubbing the head of his tip against my clit, slapping it down. I jerked against him, whimpering.

“Yes Negan. I want your cock. Please.” I begged, spreading my legs wider, a smirk on my face as Negan groaned, looking down between us. “I need you to fill me up.” With a growl he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to the edge of the sink, lining himself up to my entrance.

“We can stop now.” He reminded me, looking down at me. “Act like it never fucking happened and-” I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling me to me. He thrusted into me, both of us groaning loudly. His cock stretching me, the slight pain only mixing with pleasure.

“Shut up and fuck me.” I whispered into his ear.

“Fucking dirty girl.” He smiled, slowly pulling out, leaving the tip in me and thrusting back in. A small scream left my lips, the girth and size of him stretching me wider and better than I’ve ever been stretched before. “Holy shit, your so fucking tight.” He groaned, grabbing a hold of the back of my head, keeping me to him as he buried his head into my neck, and his cock in my cunt. A string of ‘please’ left my mouth, the tip of his cock hitting my g-spot each and every thrust.

We both breathed deeply, our moans and breaths mixing together, sweat rolling down our backs as he completely let ourselves go to the feeling of one another.

Negan slid his arms under my legs, hooking my knees on his arm, tugging me closer to him, holding me as I sat on the edge of the sink, spreading me even wider for his cock, hitting deeper than before. “Negan.” I cried, feeling almost like he was splitting me in half, and if that’s the way I go out, that’s the way I go.

“Take it baby, Take this cock.” he moaned into my ear, thrusting harder. The sound of skin slapping filling the air. I knew by the end of this, this bathroom was going to be smelling like sex. “Finally being in this pussy feels like fucking heaven.” He moaned, thrusting hard, his balls slapping against my ass.

“Don't stop, Negan.” I cried, feeling the growing climax in my stomach. “Please, don’t fucking stop, You feel so fucking good.” I begged, wrapping my arms around his neck, digging my nails into his back. He groaned, thrusting harder as I dug my nails in. “I want you to cum in me.” I whispered in his ear, Negan’s thrust losing rhythm, a guttural sound coming from him.

“Don’t fucking temp me.” He growled in my ear, his hands on my hips tightening. I pulled back, moving his head to look at me. He breathed deeply, hard breaths coming out and fanning over my chest.

“Fill me up with your cum. I want it.” I pleaded, clenching around his cock. He moaned, pulling out. “What?” I gasped, a small yelp leaving my lips as he grabbed my hips, flipping me around, bending me over the sink.

“Take my cock like a good girl,and you’ll get this cum.” He whispered into my ear, our eyes locking through the mirror. I nodded, watching as he stood up, grabbing onto his cock and sliding right back into me.

We both moaned at the different angel, his cock getting deeper, my pussy clenching around his thickness as he pumped himself. He reached up, both hands grabbing onto my shoulders as he began moving, thrusting harder than before. “Fuck.” I gasped loudly, Negan’s hand coming up and covering my mouth. I watched as he lost himself in me, his eyes shut, his stomach flexing as he fucked me, his arms holding onto me as he brought both of us closer and closer to our sweet release. My legs shaking as I stood myself up, my body tensing as I felt the waves of my orgasm coming.

“You gonna cum for me?” Negan asked, his thrust hitting each and every spot. “Gonna come all over my cock, aren’t you baby girl?” I nodded, his mouth still covering my mouth as he began losing his rhythm. My pussy clenched around his cock, my ograsm ripping through me, my moans muffled from his hand as I bucked against him. “Holy shit baby.” He groaned, low deep growls as his cock twitched in me, releasing his cum into me, coating my walls in white. “Fuck fuck fuck.” Negan growled, his fingers digging into my shoulder as he pumped his cum into me. I trembled against him, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as the waves of my orgasm crashing through me, the way he filled me and the way he kept thrusting made my head spin. Negan fell against me, his sweaty chest sticking to my back as we tried to catch our breaths.

I felt like I was on cloud 9, almost like my whole body was simply weightless as I stood there, bent over the sink, with man taking a quick rest on my back.

We stood like that for a few moments, letting each other collect ourselves. I whimpered as Negan stood, his limp cock sliding from me, the empty feeling being replaced with his cum slowly leaking out of me. “God damn, you’re looking like a fucking pornstar.” I looked at him through the mirror, the proud look on his face at the mess he made of me. I rolled my eyes, picking myself up, moaning at the soreness in my thighs. I turned leaning against the sink, watching as Negan grabbed his pants and underwear, tugging them on. He glanced at me as he fixed his belt, a smug smirk on his face. He closed the gap between us, leaning down and placing a kiss on my lips. It wasn’t like before where it was rush and heated, more of a reassuring kiss, letting me know that this wasn’t going to be far from his mind in a while. He pulled away with a smirk, reaching down and grabbing my clothes, setting them on the sink. I watched as he grabbed my shirt, fixing it and holding it up by the shoulders. “Arms up.” he smirked. I giggled as I did what he asked, lifting my arms, Negan sliding the shirt and dressing me. He gave me a small smile down at me, watching as I reached for my panties tugging them on and then tugging my pants up.

I tried to ignore the fact his cum was now dripping into my underwear, but also the fact there wasn’t any awkwardness between us. It almost felt like what was going on was natural, that we’ve done this a million times before. He quietly watched as I grabbed my shoes slipping them, watching my every move.

“So what now?” He asked, watching as I stood before the mirror, fixing myself. I sighed, the guilty feeling settling in, the fact that I just cheated on Adam filing my thoughts. I turned towards him, his thin tall figure leaning against the door, the leather jacket back on, a look of pure satisfaction on his face.

“I don’t know.”

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Are you mad at your best friend right now? I have absolutely no reason to be angry with Angela now and certainly not since our last petty childhood fight in like, 2009.

Do you know anybody with a pet snake? I used to know somebody, but she’s since gone off the radar and idek if her pet snake would still be alive at this point.

Do you buy your underwear in a pack or seperately? I can go either way.

Have you ever made fun of anybody and later became their friend? OMG yesss this was the entire background of my friendship with Sofie. Though I wouldn’t say I made fun of her...I just found her really annoying at first, and quite ditzy, too. Then something just clicked and worked out along the way and we ended up being best friends for quite some time until we went our separate ways shortly after college life started.

Is the lamp on in the room you're in? Yes; it’s one of my favorite pieces in my room.

Do you have a pair of shoes that you can only wear with one or two outfits? Nah, not really. I mostly own sneakers, which can go with most things casual.

Is there any drink that you absolutely MUST drink cold? Most drinks, honestly; but mainly, I like my coffee and water cold.

Did you sleep in past noon today? I don’t think I’ve ever done that. The latest I’ve woken up is probably a little over 10.

Did your grandma ever tell you about her love life? Neither of them have.

Have you ever painted anybody's nails aside from your own? Possibly, but I no longer recall it.

Anything exciting happening in the month of September? I don’t think so. There are couple of birthdays in the family, but we don’t have plans for those days yet.

Who is your last missed call from? Some media or blogger I ignored because I don’t take calls.

When was the last time you ate Frosted Flakes? I can’t remember...I don’t really eat cereal.

Did you ever NOT want a substitute in a certain class? Yeah, for classes I hated, like math.

Do you ever donate to the less fortunate? Not regularly. When a homeless person or street child knocks on my car while waiting in traffic I do try to give them some money and/or snack, if I have one in my bag.

Did you buy an American flag after 9/11 to put on your car/house/ whatever? I was barely conscious in 2001. I am also not American.

Do you know any songs that are older than you are? ...Many?

Are there framed pictures of you anywhere in your house? Yeah we have some framed photos going up the staircase. I also have my Prep graduation portrait up in my room.

Compared to other people of your age would you be considered 'NORMAL'? Ugh.

Honestly, do you have any Hilary Duff on your MP3 player? I don’t have an MP3 player but I don’t think I ever had Hilary Duff on any of my music players.

Who is worst in your family about calling people back? Probably Nina as she hates making calls to begin with.

Do you like peanut M&M's? Nah, I hate nuts in my chocolate.

When was the last time you had an ice cream sandwich? Safe to say well over a year ago. It’s not my snack of choice haha I never understood why I had to bite into my ice cream.

When was the last time you ate jelly beans? August 2019.

When was the last time you had hot chocolate? Around a month ago, I’d say? My mom fixes me a mug of hot choco every once in a while.

Have you ever caught a friend cheating on their bf/gf? I haven’t.

What was the last song stuck in your head? I think it had been Rain by BTS.

Do you enjoy doing math? If I know how the math works and have the formulas memorized, I can definitely find it fun. Math had actually been pretty manageable for me in school, at least right until we reached trig and calc which were just bleck.

Do you think your mom has secrets she’s never told you? Oh without a doubt. I’m 200% sure everyone in the family has secrets we never share; we’re not open with each other.

Do you own anything you don’t want your parents to know about? Yes.

Do you pose in your pictures or just smile? I will pose if I’m comfortable but most of the time I just smile.

Are there any colors you will NOT wear? I avoid orange as much as possible.

Do you use scented soap in the shower? Nah, just a normal-scented one.

Did you ever want to be a fashion designer? That was never part of my plans, no.

Who was the last person you danced with? Enjoyable? Angela and Hans. I was drunk, so yes I had fun lol.

Do you like convertibles? I don’t really care for them, or for cars in general.

Have you ever yelled at the television? So many times, usually when a favorite singer or band is performing OR when I’m watching a really intense sports game - usually basketball or wrestling.

How many songs on your MP3 player are about sex? -

Do you like water parks? I think they are nasty for the most part.

Dark or light colored jeans? Light.

Can you take apart a computer and name all the parts? Nope.

Can you take apart a car and name all the parts? Even more so no.

Would your friends describe you as nerdy? I don’t think they would.

How many different colors are you wearing right now? Five.

Have you ever purchased a lotto ticket? Nope.

Are you double-jointed anywhere? I am not.

What is the longest amount of time you've spent playing Monopoly? You know, I’ve never even understood the rules of Monopoly...I’ve never bothered to play a round of it. Board games are usually too complicated for me lol.

Have you ever witnessed a tornado first-hand? Not a tornado, no. But I’ve experienced countless hurricanes and floods.

Did you play in the sand box as a kid? It was my favorite part of the playground and I was always exclusively found in a sandbox. I liked the texture (still do) + no one was ever there, so as a shy kid it worked out perfectly for me.

How about on the monkey bars? I tried it every now and then but I wasn’t a very active kid, so my arms would feel strained fairly quickly. It was never the first thing I’d run to whenever I got to go to the playground.

Have you ever made an alarm go off? I don’t think so.

Have you ever colored your eyebrows? Nope.

Did you ever own a pop-up book? Many of them, as a kid.

Have you ever honked at a biker? Yes but only whenever they swerve a little bit and are about to hit my car.

Have you ever taken another person's prescribed medication? No?

Have you ever played golf (not miniature golf)? No, I’ve played neither version. The sport doesn’t interest me.

Do you use gel in your hair? Only for formal events where I can’t afford to show up with my hair all frizzy.

Do you own a garden gnome? We don’t.

Are any of the rooms in your house painted blue? Nope, they’re all white. My parents’ room used to be green (came with the house), but it looked gross so it didn’t take long before they hired someone to paint the walls white.

Do you kick off your shoes as soon as you walk in the door? Yes. Actually, since the start of COVID, we’ve taken to removing our shoes even before we enter. We have a mat right by the front door where we can properly take off our shoes and head inside already barefoot.

Have you ever judged a book by its cover? Sometimes, but I don’t let it linger.

What is the most effective device at the gym? I don’t go to the gym.

Can you drive a stick shift? Hahahaha no, and I’m not so sure I’m ever willing to learn.

Have you ever picked on a substitute teacher? That’s mean and no, I haven’t.

How good are you at giving directions? Terrible. As much as possible I don’t do it and just refer the person asking to my nearest friend/companion.

When was the last time you looked out the window nearest you? Just a few minutes ago, actually. I put an arm out to check if it’s chilly outside since it rained all day today.

Have you ever got dressed with the windows open? Never. I make sure to pull down my blinds every time.

Have you ever given a foot massage? No.

Do public restrooms freak you out? They don’t freak me out per se but like I rarely go into them and use them, even before Covid. The idea of sharing a toilet with strangers is super gross lol and many of them don’t even put away their trash properly.

Have you ever taken a shower outside? I may have, but nothing sticks out.

Have you ever been to a junkyard? I don’t think so.

What do you think of Brad Pitt? I don’t really have an opinion...I loved his episode on Friends, but that’s it.

Have you ever watched the History Channel willingly? Yes, a few times.

Have you ever used pennies to pay for something that cost over 50 cents? I don’t speak US currency, but yeah there’ve been around 1-2 times I had to pay for something worth P50 with just coins. It’s always been embarrassing lol so I try to avoid it and be prepared with paper bills as much as I can.

If a place makes you pay for delivery - do you still tip the driver? Yes.

Without the aid of a cell phone - do you know your parents numbers by heart? Just my mom’s. Since my dad is always in and out of the country (at least until the pandemic), I’ve never gotten to memorize his number.

Can you name 10 former presidents? Arroyo, Macapagal, Aquino, another Aquino, Estrada, Ramos, Magsaysay, Quirino, Quezon, Roxas.

But if we’re talking about US presidents...Obama, Trump, Clinton, Roosevelt, another Roosevelt I believe, Nixon, Reagan, Carter, Lincoln, Washington. I hope I got them right hahaha.

Have you ever bought a gift for a teacher? Just as a kid.

Is your bedroom carpeted? Nope.

Right now, what color is your tongue? Pink.

When was the last time you had a Tootsie Pop? Years ago. I don’t have it a lot.

If you could get the cell phone of your choice - what would it be? iPhone 12 Pro Max.

Who is your favorite super hero? I don’t have any.

How about your favorite villain? I don’t really have any, either.

Do you know anybody who works at a bank? Possibly, but I can’t place a name right now.

What do you usually order from your favorite fast food place? That would be KFC, and I usually order either their Zinger or Twister. FUCK now I want to get KFC :((

Do you hand out candy to kids on Halloween? No, because none of them ever reach this part of the village. We never have to prepare any candy lol.

What perfume/cologne do you wear the most? Heat Rush.

Can you name all 7 dwarfs? I always miss out on one or two.

Does the early bird really catch the worm? Idk what this expression is.

#survey #surveys

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