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wherenymphsroam · 1 year ago

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Real dad! Leon coming over to help you with your car.

Something’s wrong with it, so why wouldn’t you call your dad to help you out? He gets there, pops the hood and finds the problem that he starts to fix.

You check on him every ten or so minutes, noticing how maybe he took his jacket off, how his hair is getting messier. He’s more out of breath and a little sweaty. It makes you forget he was even speaking to you, asking for you to go grab him a bottle of water so he can cool down.

And when you do come out with the water, his shirt is off this time. He grins and laughs at you. Maybe he’s a little mean and teases you about it, talking about how you haven’t seen a man like him before ugh omg

The tension would be sooo thick after that. Especially if he stays over for a while, maybe taking a shower in your bathroom. He comes out in a towel, making sure it hangs low to catch your attention since you just loved staring at him earlier

Please please please hear me out

oh I’m hearing you Mel. I’m hearing ya.

“Like mother like daughter”

cw: daddy/daughter incest, leon is your real dad in this, some mixed in religious themes, leon being a cocky douche even in his old age, kitchen counter fucking, slight breath play but it’s only bc Leon’s arm is around readers neck, barely proof read.

a/n: idc im not making this formatting all pretty, I literally blacked out and coughed up 2.5k at two in the morning. straight filth. here you go, eat you little shits.

And up until that point, it’s just that. It’s only that. Tension. Silent, deadly, heavy in the air of your small place.

That is, until he slices right through it, walking out of your bathroom in nothing but that towel.

When you were smaller, he’d never take showers when you were around, making sure to slip them in during the dark hours of the morning or long after you were asleep. And on the occasion that you were around, even into your teen years he’d all but beeline to his bedroom to get changed, only leaving you with a lingering glance at his broad back. That is, when you’d will yourself to look as he strode down the hall. You shouldn’t be looking at your dad in such immodest state, let alone like that.

And yet here you are, dry mouthed and stock still where you stand at your kitchen island. He had strode in, so confident, almost cocky, claiming he forgot his glass of water. As if he couldn’t have grabbed it after he was decent. Because he’s just so thirsty after all that work today, and the kitchen is on the way to your guest bedroom where he was going to change anyway. What would be the point in doubling back?

He’s about to grab his glass and slip back out of the kitchen, content enough to be swift in his appearance. That is, until he notices the look on your face.

“What?” He chuckles, his smile sly. He knew he didn’t look the same as he did when he was twenty something years old. The scars, the soft layers of fat that had cropped up over thick muscles in his pecs and abs, the healthy line of hair that trails underneath his towel — it’s all a reminder of what his body has been through, how it’s matured through the years. Yet, here you were standing there and gawking at him, as if you’d never seen a shirtless man before.

He’s met with silence. Wetting your lips, swallowing thickly, blinking a few times — it’s takes you a beat too long to be deemed appropriate to realize you were staring. Barely holding back the urge to curse under your breath, you cover your obvious gawking with a dry cough, a shake of your head. Waving a dismissive hand at him and rolling your eyes as if suddenly he’s a nuisance.

“Ew,” you snort, turning back to the dishes you had been in the middle of doing. “Go get changed, old man.”

“Ouch,” he hissed, snickering now. Directly defying your playful orders, he leans on the kitchen island now, leaving only the hand on his hip to keep his towel secure around his hips.

“I wasn’t always an old man. Your mom was attracted to me at one point in time, you know,” he hums, teasing, playful. Far more playful than appropriate.

“Obviously,” you mutter, willing yourself not to turn around. Your gaze bores down, practically drilling through the pan you’re scrubbing. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

He laughs then, throaty and low, his stomach shaking from the strength of it.

“That you are.”

Footsteps.

Coming towards you, the old tile squeaking softly in specific weak points as he crosses your small kitchen. You don’t notice how your scrubbing slows, subconsciously distracted by his warmth as it settles behind you, looming.

“I asked you a question, you know,” he murmurs, piercing eyes trained on you.

He’s done this in times past. Sometimes when he’s reprimanded you, sometimes in joking passing. Directing your attention back to a voiced inquiry that you decide to oh so conveniently side step, choosing to ignore in favor of your own comfort. And like always, he wasn’t going to let you slide.

“What’s with that look on your face?” he rephrases, tilting his head.

Don’t stop scrubbing.

You don’t. If anything, the movements of your arm grow faster, harder, practically burning your sponge into the surface of a pan that’s been clean for two minutes now.

“What look?” you hum, feigning ignorance, clearly so busy with your task at hand.

Rolling his eyes, he adjusts his towel around his hip, tugging it tighter. The action had the back of his palm brushing into your hip.

“Nope. You don’t get to play dumb with me,” he tuts, low and far too close to the back of your neck. A few inches more, and his breath would fan against the back of your neck.

“When was the last time you went out, anyways? Hell, the last time you told me about a boyfriend?” he snickers, moreso at the mental image of the last loser you brought home to him.

Sighing, your jaw sets, your heart skipping in your chest.

“Dad, we’re not talking about this right now,” you groan, adjusting your craned neck, shifting your weight over your feet as you turn the faucet on. Suds slide off the nonstick surface of the pan, pooling and circling to disappear a moment later down your drain.

“You’re right. We’re not.”

Pausing, your gut twists in a way you haven’t felt in a while. It’s that feeling you get, that tugging that tells you the guy you’re hanging out with wants more. That the guy you’re alone with has intentions driven by hunger, need. That he wants you.

But you’re not alone with just some guy. Not alone with even a guy your age. He’s not a classmate. Not a friend. Not some sleazy tinder date you brought home.

It’s your dad.

A deep breath in. An effort of swallowing and burying that feeling. Of shoving it deep enough in hopes that it wouldn’t crawl back up again.

An exhale through your nose, forcing your movements as you reach for the next dirty dish.

“Then what are we talking about?” you scoff, glad he can’t see your face, your eyes that waver. Taking a tone you typically do during your nitter nattering with him, a tone he would reprimand you for in your teen years.

“The fact that you were eye-fucking your father a minute ago,” he mutters, his tone indecipherable.

“That’s what we’re talking about.”

Was he angry?

Disappointed, maybe?

Uncomfortable?

You can’t tell. Out of all the times you’re able to read your father, quick to pin down his vocal habits, of course it’s right now that you fail to get a read on him. Because admittedly, you haven’t heard him like this before.

Why did you care? Did you want him to be angry? Uncomfortable?

Why aren’t you uncomfortable?

Finally, your pitiful stress scrubbing comes to a halt. It’s as if he just fed an IV of ice water through your veins, his voice resounding through the kitchen as it falls silent around you.

You’re hesitant, slow when you turn your head. Brows knitted, lips parted — something you got from him — you can’t even bring yourself to meet his damn eyes.

“W… What? Dad, I’m not eye-fucking you-“

“Be honest. When was the last time you got laid?” he scoffs, all amusement drained from his voice. Not quite lecturing, nor demanding. But firm.

Glancing up at him, you search his eyes, silently floundering under his hard gaze. It takes all your willpower not to let your own wander down the still damp skin of his neck, his collarbones.

This isn’t appropriate.

When you were younger, he’d physically cringe at the idea of you ever experiencing sex. Would clench his fist, draw his brows at the idea of some insolent little boy getting his hands on you, in you.

“Don’t forget to mention the .45 I keep in my bedside,” he’d not so jokingly quip whenever you’d head out for a date.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it then. Gotta go polish my bat,” he’d make a point of specifying the one time you had a male friend over to study for a big exam.

It was from a place of protectiveness. Of love. Because you were his little girl. Didn’t want you getting hurt. Even if he knew that one day you’d probably end up entangled in the back of some college idiots Honda accord his parents got him, that you’d one day be introduced to the world of true heart break, he wanted, needed to keep you out of the worlds grips for just a little bit longer. For as long as he could control.

And here he is, asking so crudely when you last got laid.

“I asked you a question.”

A beat passes. Another one. Your neck is uncomfortable, half turned over your shoulder like this. But you dare not turn away.

“Never.”

Oh.

There it is. All it took was some light prodding and you’re coughing up.

Because he told you to. Because he loves you. Because you’re a good girl. His good girl.

Not some sleazy tinder dates.

Not some broke college boy with a measly Honda accord.

No, no. He really should’ve known better. You have more refined taste than he often wants to give you credit for. Well, that is, until he’s taking credit for you, so quick to remind you it’s him you inherited such trait from.

His little girl was always needier than that. Better than that. Smarter than to so freely give herself to whatever scumbag picked her up some flowers from the grocery store on his way over to the house before a date, smarter than to let some asshole take advantage of any insecurity.

“You were saving it for me weren’t you?”

His voice comes out as a panted snicker into your neck, spoke into the numerous bites and blooming spots of color along your nape. It takes you a moment, lost in the hazy, sickly heated daze the two of your have made of the kitchen air around you. With pots long forgotten, one side of the sink full of cooled water, the sound of the faucet that had been running earlier is replaced with the wet claps of skin against skin.

Sharp, deep, all consuming when his pelvis collides into your ass, the fat of it rippling under each heavy collision. It threatens to steal your sense of coherency from you with each drive.

“H… Huh?”

Your voice is a mess, not too unlike the rest of you. The thick arm he has wrapped around your neck doesn’t really help, seeing as how it only constricts your already dry throat. Speaking proved to be far more difficult than it maybe should be right now.

“Your virginity, sunshine,” he murmurs into your ear, low and hot, brewed with an aftertaste of amusement. As if he didn’t just address you by the nickname he gave you when you were, what, three? As if he wasn’t speaking over the sounds of his body burying him within yours.

“Y’saved it just for me, huh? Knew only your Daddy could take care of you?” he snickers, looking at you oh so intently, adoringly almost. Far too tenderly, given how the thick muscles of his arm ripple with each jerk of your body in his hold.

You were always so pretty. Got it from your mother. Those sweet eyes, the pout of your lips. Even your tears, how they rolled down your cheeks in fat, hot trails of ecstasy matched how your mother would cry for him. How sweet.

And oh, even sweeter, the hitch of your constricted breaths. Your cries, your whimpers, those broken moans that fall so steadily are heavenly, even if what he was committing right now was far from.

Leon had never been a religious man, at least not into his adult life.

What the hell did he care about how wrong this was? God could twist and turn and kick and scream all he wanted, sat up on his high and mighty throne. He could whine and cry all about this was wrong, how he didn’t bless Leon with such a beautiful daughter for him to fuck her.

But right now? Leon doubts that. Hell. Somewhere, hidden deep into the darkest corners and recesses of his mind, Leon hopes that is the reason he was given a daughter. He snickers at the very idea of you being bestowed to him like the damn sacrificial lamb for the slaughter, his own personal sunshine and warm body.

Because why else would you cry like her?

Why else would you sigh and tremble and shudder just like her?

Why else would your voice crack and pitch along the same patterns hers did when he pushed her to her very limits?

Why else would God let his most beloved walk out of his life and leave him with her most beautiful creation, if not to fall in love with her all over again?

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whimper, like a damn broken record in his arms. With your shorts pooled around your ankles, your shirt shoved up just high enough for him to paw at your pretty tits, you were practically a spitting image.

A growl of satisfaction, of delight reverberates through him and you feel it. It all but shakes you to your core, how his chest rumbles against your back. It’s all consuming, so overwhelmingly delicious how warm, how strong he is. You really couldn’t be to blame for how quickly you deteriorate, stuttering through gasped warnings of impending end.

“Ask me properly,” he mutters into your neck, breaths heavy with exertion and hot with carnal lust as he speaks into the shell of your ear.

“Tell Dad you wanna come.”

“Please, please-“

Coughing, your choke briefly around your own spit, and it takes you a second to recover. But it’s only a moment later that you’re shaking your head to the best of its mobility trapped in the crux of his elbow, eyes hazy as you gaze up at him.

“Dad- Dad lemme come. Wan’ come so bad, please, please Dad-“

Eager. So fucking eager, just like your damn mother. All that spunk, all those sarcastic retorts and matter of fact quips that attempt to keep him at bay, stretched thin and see through around the girth of him. He can’t help but laugh at the irony, even moreso when you only spasm around the sound.

And when he finally utters his permission, he’s not gazing down at you to revel in how your orgasm tears through you. He’s tracking every facial expression; every tear, every wobble of your lip and roll of your eyes, all in search of her.

Because as much as he adored the parts of you that were him. As much as he loved teasing you for your similarities, poking fun at the parts of you that were her, he couldn’t help but come to a compromise then.

That yeah, you were a Daddy’s girl through and through.

But at the end of the day, the saying really should be ‘like mother like daughter’.

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thesophistiicate · 15 days ago

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hey im 20 year old female. recently i have recognised that i practice negative self talk a lot. any advices how could i stop or atleast reduce it?

how to cure negative self talk 🤍💭

the way we speak to ourselves can majorly impact our self worth and ability to reach our goals. i remember when i first tuned into my inner monologue… i was shocked and disgusted at how horribly i was speaking to myself all day every day. i had no idea! so i began researching how to stop it and implementing as much as i could. it definitely takes a lot of active work but i’m happy to say that years later i currently hardly ever have negative thoughts about myself (or others) anymore, and when i do it’s really easy to catch and deal with.

1. tune into your thoughts

it’s common for negative thoughts to run wild through our minds without us actually even noticing. the first step is to take some time to tune in and really notice what you’re thinking. the best time to do this is in “trigger” moments, like when you’re stressed, facing something challenging, looking at yourself, reflecting on a social interaction etc. how you talk to yourself in these moments will be very revealing.

2. actively reframe negative thoughts

flip any negative thought you have into an opposite, positive thought and/or speak to yourself with compassion and nurture. a common one for me when i was stressed while working and feeling stuck was “ugh i’m so stupid!” i changed it to “i’m smart and capable of solving problems”. it will feel silly at first but the more you do it, the more natural it becomes. with time you won’t have the negative thoughts at all.

3. journalling/writing morning pages

morning pages are from “the artist’s way”, which i recommend everyone read and try at least once in their life. but you write 3 pages of free flowing thoughts first thing in the morning (ideally). no self editing, anything that crosses your mind goes down. this is where a lot of your deep negative thoughts tend to spew out, and this allows you to see them, confront them, and view them as the silly little thoughts they are. your negative thoughts are from shame and fear; you need to express them and get them out. shame thrives in darkness but will shrivel under the light.

4. practice mindfulness and staying present in the moment

so often we spiral into negativity due to overwhelm. guided meditations helped me a lot (you can find them on YouTube, Spotify, insight timer etc). you’re essentially trying to re-wire your automatic brain response so you need to be able to stop running on autopilot and actually tune into what’s happening inside by gaining some control over your thoughts. it’s literally like training a muscle so is difficult at first, but you get better at it the more you do.

5. eliminate distractions and consider a dopamine detox

we numb and distract ourselves in a variety of ways. whether it’s constantly surrounding ourselves with people, scrolling social media, binge watching tv, over-using substances or other indulgences etc… these things are fine in moderation (and actually can be necessary to overall wellbeing, i think being constantly self aware can also drive you crazy and you’re allowed to have a break) but take note of how often you are actually numbing yourself out and promoting disconnection with your mind. you need to be able to face your thoughts.

6. notice how you think about others, too

i’ve mentioned before one of my worst qualities to overcome was the fact i could be very judgemental and arrogant. i actually found this was directly related to my negative self perception - after all, what we think about others is usually actually just a projection of how we feel about ourselves, our insecurities, our fears. so i also made an effort to stop judging others and instead find positives to focus on. this worked so well to overall retrain my mind toward positivity (and also started attracting much more healthy and positive relationships into my life too).

and consider tailored support if necessary

if you struggle with any of the steps on your own, a therapist, counsellor, coach, or other professional may able to be help with more personalised guidance 🤍

#it girl energy #becoming that girl #it girl #lucky girl syndrome #self improvement #self development #personal excellence #level up #glow up #positive mindset

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strongheartneteyam · 7 months ago

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I wet you like water but she stained you like blood.

Pairing: widowed!dilf!jake sully x younger!female!human!reader

CW: slight sexual language, can be triggering to some, heartbreak, age gap kink, hurt/no comfort, age gap relationship problems, angst, reader reminiscing (pls tell me if I missed anything)

So, yeah... I never know when I'm gonna come back with another writing. My hiatus n working periods are all a bit unpredictable lol sorry. Anyways... I literally spent the whole night awake n I was struck by a sudden lightning of creativity early in the morning and I edited this chapter n wrote a bit more, but I still haven't slept at all, so, I apologize if some parts of this make no sense at all. I'll fix it when I can. Hope you guys like it <3 ily guys a whole lot :)) obs: this chapter is a shorter one.

Slightly proofread.

Chapter 4 𓆩♡𓆪

They say all's well that ends well

But I'm in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind

You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would've been fine

And that made me want to die

The idea you had of me, who was she?

A never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you

All Too Well - 10 minutes Version (Taylor Swift)

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It had been 1 year since the last time you saw Jacob Sully. Or Jakey, like you used to call him. The wound never healed. It still throbbed and bled every time you remembered the words he told you that dreadful day. "I think we should stop seeing each other." It felt like you would never get over him. How can one get over such an overpowering, raw feeling? He marked you forever, like a bruise that seemed to never disappear from your skin.

The flashback came like thunder in a storm, haunting your thoughts with a loud pain that echoed through your mind. What you told Jake that night.

“The truth is I love you. The truth is I can't take this anymore. I'm giving you my everything but you don't seem to be doing the same. You're still guarded.” There was a tense period of silence “Jake… I love you. But I don't think you feel the same.”

Maybe you shouldn't have said anything. Maybe if you had kept your mouth shut, he would still be with you.

Ugh!! Stop that, now, (y/n)! Some self love, please? You're better than this. You deserve better.

You tried to convince yourself of that, at least.

The pain was unbearable at times and almost easy to conceal at other times. It depended on how distracted with work or your studies you were. These days you ran to any distraction that could ease the perpetual angst that squeezed your heart inside its hands all the fucking time. It had been like that ever since Jake left you. What were you expecting anyway? You should have known you were never truly loved by Jake. The love of his life was Neytiri and it would always be, alive and walking through Pandora or dead and with Eywa.

It felt beyond weird to have to hear people talking about Jake and have to pretend he was a stranger to you, someone you barely knew, when he had actually left a mark so strong on you, a memory ingrained in your brain, a feeling, a pain buried inside your heart that made you want to scream and hit your head against a wall. That's how much it hurt.

You would never have his body against yours again, warming you up when it was cold, after you spent the whole day in that damn lab, studying Pandoran plants but all you could really concentrate on was how much you missed his reassuring, protective presence. He made you feel safe for the first time in your life. But now he is gone. Just like every single good thing you ever had in your life. But you know what? Maybe your mother was right, maybe love wasn't really something that could ever last forever.

Did Jake ever really make a real effort to be with you? Thinking back, it was extremely easy for him to just come to you and fuck you anytime he felt sad and lonely. What if you had just been a naive, dumb girl all this time? Were you mourning a love that never actually existed? It was always so hard to talk to him about his feelings for you, he never actually let you in, to be honest. All the time you two spent together, you were never able to know if he ever saw you as a partner or just a fuck buddy.

Oh, but the high… it was worth all the lows. The butterflies in your stomach every time you guys were almost caught fucking in the back of your work room by Norm. Eventually you guys had to tell him about your situationship because, oh well… he already knew what was going on, really. Norm is not a fool or a child. He could add 2 plus 2.

The adrenaline was worth all the tears. And, fuck… you would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

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animehideout · 10 months ago

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Love Is The Most Twisted Curse Of Them All

Part 6

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Check out Part 7 here 🆕

CHECK OUT PART 5 HERE.

a/n: Hii everyone I'm back with another chapter, since you requested longer chapters so ofc I had yo give you what you want babies💗 I really hope you enjoy it , your feedback is highly appreciated ✨💗.

wc: 2.8k+

Song recommendation to listen to while reading to set you in the mood you know: DOJA CAT - CANDY 💕

Your eye lids fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the sun light that pierced through the window. Your neck hurting from sleeping in a sitting position, you don’t even remember how you managed to doze off. You got off your bed, stretching, massaging the back of your neck, a warm bath would definitely fix it before starting your day at Jujutsu High.

“Ugh shit- that bitch” you sighed in annoyance, remembering that Satoru spent the night here.

You unlocked your door, heading to the bathroom, hoping that he has already left to school.

You tiptoed outside, grabbing your towel. Your eyes widened when you found Satoru standing right in front of you, shirtless. A towel wrapped around his bottom part, his wet hair falling on his face and droplets of water found their way on his chest.

You hated him to the Saturn and back, but you can’t deny that he looked extremely hot. If he was nice a bit, maybe this marriage could have worked out, maybe you could have become a real husband and wife. But no, he chose to be a dick. And you chose to be enemies.

“What are you looking at?” he started, raising his brow.

You rolled your eyes, completely ignoring his question. It was too early in the morning to start an argument with him. So you muttered a small “get out of my face” and walked past him to use the bathroom.

That morning was intense to say the less. Even though you didn’t sit at the same table for breakfast or even bother to look at each other, but being under the same roof felt completely wrong and made you ick.

You quickly ate your breakfast and left to Jujutsu High, leaving Gojo at home. You had a morning class with the 2nd year, and honestly you didn’t care if Gojo was going to school or not, all what you were thinking about was Nanami. You were excited to see him again, and maybe get to chat again. Since that day, he gave you a reason to be happy about teaching in Jujutsu high unlike Gojo who made it living hell for you.

Busy in your deep thoughts a voice called your name “Y/N”

you quickly turned around, a smile found its way on your lips,

“Oh Nanami! Good morning” you greeted him,

your eyes glued on his perfect figure as he approached you so elegantly. His surprise appearance made you entire morning already, not even Gojo can ruin it.

“Are you going to Jujutsu High?” he asked

“Yes! I have a morning session, and you?”

“yea, same! I hope that it’s okay that I joined your morning stroll”

“OF COURSE” you said rather excitedly then paused clearing your throat realizing how hyper you were. “yeah s-sure” you added trying to sound calm and composed, you weren’t good at social interactions.

It was a new feeling that made you float. For someone like you who was locked inside for your entire life, this small simple social interaction ; literally just walking with a friend and having an actual conversation was special to you, even though it was considered a routine for others. The way you were trying to hide your excitement, made Nanami smile to himself, it was rare for someone to get him to genuinely smile.

“By the way! Sorry if I caused a problem between you and your husband yesterday I-”

“Huh? What prob?”

“Gojo seemed unhappy yesterday because-”

“Oh no don’t worry about it! We’re in an arranged marriage so there are no feelings involved” you explained,

at the beginning of your marriage you didn’t want to say such thing but now remembering that Gojo spilt everything about your marriage to Mei Mei and Utahime, so why not do the same and spill it to Nanami?

“Oh I apologize, I didn’t know-”

“No that’s okay! We’ll divorce eventually so-” you chuckled awkwardly “Anyways, enough of him, tell me about your Jujutsu technique! We didn’t get the chance to talk that much yesterday”

“Oh yeah right! So basically-” he started explaining and talking not only about his technique but also sharing stories about his former job…a salaryman.

You walked inside the school, giggling and all. Your smile immediately dropped when you saw your husband Satoru there.

“How the fuck? I left him home?” you thought to yourself, full of surprises isn’t he?

He was leaning against the main door frame, crossing his arm infront of his chest, despite wearing his sun-glasses, by his body language you can tell he was glaring at you both.

“Enjoyed your time wifey?” he started

“Yeah! I did actually” you answered offensively.

Sensing the electricity in the air, so to not cause further stress for you, Nanami decided to just head inside and give you time with Gojo. Even though it was arranged, Satoru is still your husband and Nanami respected that.

“See you later Y/n” he smiled and walked past Gojo.

“Hah! Good morning to you too Nananmin” said satoru but of course he got ignored,

Nananmi has nor time or patience to get into childish argument with Gojo.

You sighed, getting inside as well but he got into your way, blocking the door with his huge figure.

“Huh? What now?” you asked

“I hope you’re ready for tomorrow”

“for what?”

“haha did you forget about our duel? Or you’re acting stupid on purpose as if you forgot so you can avoid fighting me?”

“Oh Crap! Its Saturday tomorrow” you thought to yourself.

You definitely weren’t ready for that, but to protect your pride and dignity you have to do it.

“I don’t run away from battles, Storu! Put that in mind” you slapped his arm away and got yourself inside.

Time skip to the night:

Another night, locking yourself inside the room. Your mind keeping you awake, you took your fight with Satoru too personal and too seriously. Only a few hours left till the break of dawn, the clock ticked closer to your duel with him. And you couldn’t help but feel your stomach twisting, your inner organs sinking deep within you.

“What if I get beaten up and everyone is watching?” you muttered,

thinking of effective ways and tricks to defeat the most powerful sorcerer. If someone else knew, they’d make fun of you for even considering that you stood a chance against him. Anxiety kicked in, the room narrowed around you, making it hard to breathe, prompting you to take your ass out to get some fresh air. Maybe you’ll spend the rest of the night in the balcony, maybe the cold night air refreshes you, maybe the shining stars comfort you.

As you walked outside, you could hear some noises that quickly faded into the darkness, your brows forrowed, clenching your fists. Was it an intruder? You stood in place, trying to figure out where did the noise come from and it led you to the main bedroom, that it was next door.

Curiosity took over you, slowly turning the door knob, met with a sleeping Gojo. His eyes were shut but he his body was restless, tossing and turning on the bed, battling against the haunting visions that disturbed his sleep. You got closer to him for a better look, beads of sweat traced down his forehead, whimpering and panting

“is he having a wet dream?” you whispered,

but nah scared expressions etched on his face.

“oh is he having a bad dream?” you said in confusion.

“N-no –no.. I don’t w-wanna kill…..him” he muttered, scrambled words that didn’t make much sense left his mouth.

“What should I do!” you thought to yourself.

You remember having chronic nightmares, but there was no one to comfort you, so you understood well the fear and the feeling of being trapped there but no one to wake you up. But why would you consider helping him, is he deserving of that?

But you’re too good to be true, too good for him and for the world.

You gently reached out to wake him, but was met with an abrupt startle. His defensive instincts awoke, his eyes shot open.

Misinterpreting your presence with the confusion of his nightmare, thinking you were one of his enemies, he flipped you and pinned you on the bed. His hands gripping yours tightly that it started to really hurt. The bedroom that was once filled with his uneasiness is now filled with a stunned silence, realizing that it was you. His eyes gazed at yours, you could get lost in his ocean eyes. You can hear his heavy breathing, his chest rising on falling on top of yours

“Y-you? What the hell are- you- doing here?” he asked still panting, his eyes narrowing.

“I- I was trying to wake you up from your nightmare” you answered. “you seemed really disturbed an-”

your intentions were genuine but his pride and his unexpected vulnerability had already ignited a fierce reaction within him. Anger flickered in his eyes, as he pulled you out of his bed, dragging you towards the door.

“I don’t need your help” he snapped “Get the fuck out of my room, now!” he commanded.

No way he would allow you to catch him when he’s vulnerable, not you, not anyone. You walked to the balcony, cursing at him under your breath,

“This son of a bitch, I should have left your night terrors eat you up”.

But it took you by surprise as well that Gojo Satoru can be vulnerable and weak at some points, you shook your head, he’s a human after all.

Time skip to the morning:

“Imagine if she kicks your ass” said principal Yaga

“Nah I’d win” said Gojo with a smirk.

“Good luck Gojo I’m pretty sure you’ll win… you know she’s just a normal person not special like you” said Mei Mei with a flirtarious smile.

In the charged atmosphere, you stood there facing your husband, Satrou.

“I hope you don’t mind me showing off a bit Y/n” he smirked,

as he started attacking you first, determined and convinced to finish you off in a matter of seconds. But he didn’t know that you’d give him a hard time. You easily dodged his punches, that instead flew into the air like lightening inches away from your face. At first you were more focused on dodging and avoiding his attacks, and then strike him with unexpected hits.

“Fight back damn it! Don’t just dodge me” he said through gritted teeth pissed that he didn’t land a single blow on you yet.

“You don’t get to tell me how to do my thing Satoru”

The battle escalated, with everyone focused on you. It became intense, each one of you trying to get the upper hand.

“Come on Y/n” muttered Nanami worry and concern visible in his eyes, he wanted to interfere, so desperately but he couldn’t.

And it’s your time now to attack. Sensing a split-second vulnerability, you seized the opportunity with a quick move that caught him off guard. You closed the distance between you two and unleashed a powerful punch that landed on his jaw. A punch fueled by anger but most importantly, by determination and years of solo training.

That strike left him momentarily stunned, pain surged through his jaw. His hand instinctively moved there to alleviate the pain. Never in a million years, Gojo or even everyone watching expected to see him get punched. Their mouths were hung open in utter surprise.

Finally someone managed to do it, and this someone was you, his lovely wife.

Frustration fueled his anger.

“You little bitch”

His arrogance and ego wouldn’t let what you did slip easily even if it means crossing lines. So he had to break that one rule, driven by revenge, he unleashed his Jujutsu technique. Using his privilege as a sorcerer. By the look on his face you knew you were fucked.

With a blow fueled with Jujutsu energy he sent you flying. Falling on your back. In a split second, he was on top of you, pinning you down, completely overpowering you. He held you in place, maintaining a strong unbreakable eye contact. A trickle of blood escaped from your nose.

“I see your smirk disappeared now, no longer cocky Y/N hm? Haha what? What are you gonna do now with me laying on top of you just like that night! Are you gonna gaze into my eyes and I gaze into yours?”

“You fucking c-cheated! It’s supposed to be a hand to hand combat you dick”

“Well I’m special, I’m Gojo Satoru, I d-” but he didn’t get to finish his words,

you summoned a burst of strength and took the chance with a kick directed at his private area. He groaned in pain, pulling away. Your strikes didn’t end there, you shifted your focus and kicked his face now. Finally, breaking free from him.

He looked at you in disbelief, wiping the blood that dripped from his nose. “we’re even now Satoru! Next time if you wanna beat me then try to hit harder”

Your students and school staff erupted into applauses and cheers. It felt great to win your very first combat that happened to be against the strongest man. Maybe now he’ll learn to respect you and treat you with decency and not like as if you were a weak human. You proved yourself today to you first, to Gojo and to everyone; being a normal person with no Jujutsu doesn’t mean you’re weak.

“Y/n-sensei that was awesome!!” said Yuji with a wide smile.

“Thank you Yuji-kun” you smiled trying to catch your breath, limping towards them.

“but your nose! It’s still bleeding , should I call Shoko sensei?”

“No no I’m fine no ne-”

“Let me help you Y/n!” offered Nanami and of course you can’t refuse.

“I see he’s treating your wife right! Watch out he might steal her away from you” teased Mei Mei

“As if I care!” Gojo rolled his eyes and then left to join principal Yaga leaving Mei Mei standing alone.

You walked together to the school common room, sat on the couch waiting for Nanami to treat your wounds. From the intensity of the battle with Gojo to the gentleness with Nanami.

He kneeled on one knee in front of you, carefully tended to your bleeding nose. His touch was delicate and tender. You tried to maintain composed but his touch tugged at the corners of your lips, hinting a smile that you couldn’t fully suppress. You felt your cheeks heating up, trying to not look too obvious after scanning his face so you looked away.

“And we’re done!”

“Oh um- thank you Nanami” you said fidgeting with your fingers.

“You did great by the way!” he said and You smiled warmly, still learning how to react to a compliment, muttering a little thanks.

“Alright! Take care I have something to deal with”

........

“Your wife is full of surprises Satoru!” Said Principal Yaga.

“I’ve always been a nice guy Sensei, so I went easy on her” he answered using a wet napkin to wipe the blood.

“Doesn’t seem like it! Don’t hide it Satoru, we’re both surprised and confused I know what’s on your mind right now”

He took a deep breath, “You always figure things out, don’t you sensei? Yeah I guess you’re right I’m confused”

“Succeeding in laying a nasty punch on you while your infinity is activated is something intriguing”

“I can’t swallow it Sensei! There must be a mistake!”

“No! I think that’s why the higher ups said that once her curse breaks and becomes a sorcerer she’ll flip the balances in the Jujutsu world…Satoru can’t you see? Y/n is something else!! Could she be-”

“GOJO SATORU!” yelled Nanami, interrupting their conversation. Approaching them, furiousness and anger etched on his face, veins popping up on his neck.

He grabbed Gojo by the collar and yelled,

“HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO YOUR WIFE?”

“you knew her only for two days so chill, don’t act like you care!”

“yes I CARE! I care when I see a bastard like you tries to humiliate others! Its your wife goddamn it”

With that Gojo pushed Nanami away, and said,

“What’s between me and her is none of your business, so stay out of the frame Nanami! She’s my wife not yours”

“Lucky for her you’ll divorce soon! Can’t wait for the day when she breaks free from your arranged marriage”

“d-did she tell you that?” questioned Gojo, his eyes widened.

“Guys, guys Ugh cut this shit!!” yelled principal Yaga who was busy talking on the phone.

“I was on the phone with one of the higher ups! They called for an urgent meeting..I’ll gather the others, classes are dismissed for today"

“An urgent meeting for what?” asked Nanami and Gojo at the same time.

“It’s Toji Zenin! He’s on the loose now!” said principal Yaga with a hint on concern in his tone.

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much ado about nothing chapter 7 - plug!eren x reader - 18+!!!

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. minors and ageless blogs, please do not read below the cut.

okay so i guess the responses i got on my "i have writer's block wahhh" post worked because GUESS WHAT I FINISHED THIS MORNING. this chapter!!! i have been aching to share this (even when it was half-done), i literally cannot wait any longer. this is an eren pov chapter so you guys already know it's going to be fun. lots going on, and please don't hate me for the end, i promise there's a master plan in place!!! i hope you guys enjoy :-)

specific cws: smut, rough sex, use of names (both endearing and derogatory so take that as you will), drinking, swearing, i want to give eren a giant hug

“Love sought is good; but given unsought, is better.” - Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare (Act III, Scene 1)

Eren has no excuse for any of it. No excuse for stepping in, for throwing Floch against the bar. He knows you, knows you have enough experience with awful men to know how to handle yourself. He just couldn’t help himself.

And now he’s gone and acted out again without thinking. The cold winter air sobers him up, brings Eren back to himself, and when he looks down at you, all cute and furious with him, the heat in Eren’s veins dies. A pregnant pause stretches between you both, you with your arms crossed and glaring up at him, and Eren, surely with hearts in his eyes, looking down at you, something apologetic beginning to write its way into his features.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

Well, so much for that. The venom in your voice reignites Eren’s temper, fans the flames back into a full-blown inferno.

“My problem?” Eren growls, stepping closer to you. “What the fuck is your problem? I was just getting that prick out of your face. I’d think I deserve a thank you more than anything.”

“It wasn’t your place,” you huff.

“My place?” Eren nearly shouts, exasperated. “You’re the one who wanted to be friends so badly, was I supposed to just sit back and watch while he drooled all over you? Give me a fucking break.”

“That’s not– ugh, you’re really fucking frustrating, you know that Eren?”

It’s like watching all the ghosts of his past jump out at him through your teeth; Eren flinches, feels his fury rushing in his ears like a tidal wave.

“I’m–? Fine, fine, yeah, I’m the frustrating one. Definitely not you, throwing a goddamn temper tantrum over the stupidest shit imaginable, makes perfect sense. Really putting that smart little head to use, aren’t you?”

“Oh? ‘My girl’?” As soon as the words hit him, plunging through his chest like daggers, Eren’s blood runs cold. So you had caught his little slip-up. “What the fuck was that, then?”

Eren stutters, words caught in his throat at the worst possible moment. “Y-you know, like my girl, like you’re my friend or whatever.”

“Uh-huh,” you eye him disbelievingly, “you may as well have hiked your leg up and pissed on me in front of him. Am I supposed to be your fucking property or something because we had sex? Is that it?”

“What? No, I–” you’re faster than him, cutting him off.

“Don’t you already have your hands full with your ex?”

That crosses a line, pushes your fight into an entirely new territory. Eren’s eyes narrow. “Are you really bringing up Breeze right now? Like she…Jesus, like she even fucking matters?”

He watches the way you flinch when he says her name, the way your eyes widen, something he hadn’t expected out of you after with your little snide comments today. Interesting.

“She doesn’t matter to me, but I know she matters to you. As your friend, I’m just letting you know it sounds like a bad idea.”

“What’s a bad idea?”

“Getting back together with her,” you say, like it should be obvious.

It hits Eren like a truck; so that’s what’s gotten into you? You think he’s getting back together with Breeze, as if you didn’t text your ex that you were “totally in love with” on that godforsaken night at Paradise? Eren can still hear the slur of your words in that maddeningly confusing voicemail.

“Even if I was getting back with Breeze,” Eren snorts at the very idea, “which I’m not–”

“Oh yeah?” you counter, stepping forward to nearly touch your chin to his chest with how severely your head’s tilted up at him, “never took you for a liar, Eren.”

“A liar? When did I fucking–”

“Sasha saw you two at 104 the other day. You’re not fucking slick, you know.” Eren hates that tone in your voice, smug and wounded all at once. He wants to tear his own hair out.

“Oh, so you just know everything, don’t you?” Eren’s voice is shaking under his efforts to keep it at a low volume, keep you with him outside of your little bar and just make you listen to him. He watches your posture change ever so slightly, a shoulder turning towards him. “I was telling her to leave me the fuck alone.”

“Over coffee?” Your voice is still clipped, snarky. “Sure, Eren.”

Eren tries to keep himself in line, but his temper gets the better of him yet again, shooting out sharp and lethal. “Isn’t it a little hypocritical of you to avoid me over that, when it’s really you that’s getting back with your ex?”

Your eyes shoot open, and you spin on your heel to fully face him. “What?”

“You think I didn’t listen to your little voicemail?” Eren seethes, the full-bodied ugliness of his anger warping his face into a scowl. You don’t deserve the brunt of his temper, he knows you don’t, but he’s failing at every turn to reign himself in.

“You can’t throw that in my fucking face, I don’t even remember it,” you cut him off, eyes narrowed into little slits.

Eren freezes in place. The world around him seems to slow; the only thing tethering him to this plane is the way you’re looking up at him, furious and beautiful in the buzzing neons of Scout’s. He knew you’d been drunk, but not that drunk.

Hey, Eren– fuck, Stor, leave me alone! I’m just gonna talk to him really fast! Sorry, Historia’s all over me because I did something bad. I– I texted my ex, Luke. I never told you about him because he’s like, the worst, you’d hate him. But the funny thing is, I don’t even think I care? Maybe I do because I really was like, totally in love with him. Maybe he’ll text me back and we’ll fall in love again. But…I don’t know, Eren. I think about you all the time. I think I…I think I like you. Not like a friend, more than that. Wait, fuck, can I delete this? Just…I don’t know. Call me tomorrow or something. I want to talk about it before I can go down the black hole of Luke all over again. I know it’s not what you expected, and maybe you don’t feel the same, but…maybe we can just– shit, Historia, don’t hang up the–!

“Whatever I said was bullshit, I didn’t mean a word of it. I’m not getting back with my ex, or whatever else I came up with while I was blacked out.”

Your present-tense voice, affirmative and clear, snaps him out of his daze. I didn’t mean it. Every word of that voicemail that Eren knows so well, has basically memorized after listening to it day in and day out, trying to analyze every little drunken intonation of your voice– it was bullshit. Eren steels his jaw, musters up all the willpower he can dredge up in his body.

“You didn’t mean it,” his voice sounds alien as it leaves his mouth, distant.

“Yeah, exactly,” you’re mean, you’re so mean, not even stopping to acknowledge the sinkhole ripping open in Eren’s chest, “so before you rip me a new one, make sure that you’re not thinking about where you’d rather be right now.”

So you’re not just mean, you’re oblivious, it seems. For some reason, even through the shattering, crushing feeling erupting beneath Eren’s hoodie, it infuriates him. You just don’t see it, don’t see him. You didn’t mean a word you’d said to him in that damned voicemail, so he can’t tell you necessarily. It crosses his mind that maybe he can show you; the last dying ember of Eren’s rational line of thought sparks and spits at the idea in protest, but eventually chokes out, slowly dying in the tidal wave of emotion that takes him over.

“Oh, I don’t have anywhere else I’d rather be,” Eren's voice starts low and venomous, but it escalates with each passing word, “trust me, I showed up just aching to get into it with you. Just dying to have you rip me apart for something that I didn’t even fucking do!”

Not even a lie, honestly.

“You’re such an– ugh!” You shriek, digging the heels of your hands into your eyes.

“A what? Say it.”

“An asshole!”

“Is that what I am?” Eren’s backing you up against the bricks, making good use of his height to tower over you. Some sick part of him relishes in the way that, while your eyes remain blazing furiously enough to send a weaker man to his knees, your height difference forces you to cower under him. “An asshole?”

“Yeah,” you counter, glaring up at him defiantly, “you’re a fucking asshole, Eren.”

His proximity to you is making him dizzy and a little unhinged, and through the drinks and his anger and the mere inches between your heaving chests, Eren feels his blood start to run hot in an entirely different way. The leash he holds on his own temper, his own throat-closing desire, is dragging along the floor as he backs you fully against the wall, and Eren’s too wound up to bring himself to care.

“That’s not what you were calling me when I had my head between your legs, now is it?”

That shakes you, makes your jaw drop a little. Eren’s vaguely aware of your fingers twitching and clenching at your side, inwardly braces himself for a slap to the face. “Well, you weren’t acting like an asshole then.”

Eren smirks, leans into his own cruelty. “What, you jealous that you haven’t been getting all of my attention? Is that what’s got you acting all mean?”

“Cut it out, Eren.” Your eyes are telling him you’re still mad at him, furious even, but Eren doesn’t miss the way the rise and fall of your chest grows ever so slightly more frantic, the way your tongue darts out anxiously to wet your lips.

“Or what?” Eren leans down, boxing you in with one arm on either side of your head.

“I– we’re not doing this.”

“Doing what?” He widens his eyes innocently. “What am I doing?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” you hiss, but if you ask Eren, it sounds an awful lot like a moan is lodged in your throat, like your words are lacking the conviction that you’re trying to muster. He pushes himself in closer to you, noses mere inches apart, a wicked grin splitting his face.

“Is it working?”

Eren’s lips meet yours at the same moment that his hand whips out to catch your arm where you’re swinging it up to slap him. A broken little whimper leaves your mouth, spills into his, as your arm slackens in his grip. Eren feels your free hand fist into the hair at the nape of his neck, lets a groan fly out into nonexistent space between your lips. He’s been driving himself crazy thinking about this moment, the next time he’d get to feel your mouth on his again if it ever even happened, what you taste like, the little noises you make. The moment that’s been keeping him up at night is finally here, inflating his wounded ego like a balloon, and it feels fucking good.

You bite a little too hard into his bottom lip, the tangy, copper taste of Eren’s blood leaking into the kiss, making it clear that this doesn’t mean everything has settled between you both, but for the time being, Eren doesn’t care. All he cares about is the way your plush thighs feel wrapped around his waist, how easily he can scoop you up and pin you against the wall, the little moan that slips from your lips when he presses the length of his body entirely into you.

He doesn’t take his time, doesn’t savor the moment like he’ll surely wish he did tomorrow; Eren devours you, running a hand up your bare leg and under the hem of your skirt, grabbing a handful of your ass, squeezing at your hips.

“Bet you’re wet under this short little skirt, aren’t you?” Eren huffs into your mouth, sucking on your tongue.

“Fuck you,” you spit, squeezing your thighs tighter around his hips.

“Is that what you want?” Eren whispers, dizzy and drunker on you than the three Jameson shots he’d knocked back at the bar.

“I–”

“Been thinking about it?” Eren can’t stop himself, trying desperately to keep his lips on yours through the spill of words from his mouth. “Maybe that’s why you’ve been so mean to me, grinding all up on me in that club, teasing me, then running off. Just wanted a little love, didn’t you?”

“That depends,” you pant, moving your face to kiss up his neck, leave little nips in your wake. Eren groans deep in his chest, pushing against you even more insistently.

“On?”

“How bad you really want it,” you bite into his earlobe, steal another shaky groan from him.

Eren’s not a submissive guy, not by any means, but the thrill your words send running through his veins just about makes him drop you.

“Want me to beg?” Eren growls, shoving into you and biting deep at the junction of your neck and shoulder. “I’d only ever beg for you, baby.”

“Is that what you’re going to do? Beg for me when you’ve got another girl waiting for you?” Your anger has fizzled into a bitter sarcasm that goes straight between Eren’s legs and knocks him right in the ego all at once, tongue tracing the shell of his ear.

“Fuck– you’re my girl, my favorite girl, did you forget?” Eren grabs your face, forces your head back against the brick so you can look at him, eyes blown wide with lust and glossed over, mouth open in a desperate pant. “Told you the first time, you’re the best I’ve ever had. Didn’t think I was just fucking around, did you? It’s just you, only you.”

“Could have fooled me,” you dig your teeth into the thumb Eren’s worked between your lips, making him suck in a sharp ouch between his lips, “sure don’t feel like your favorite girl.”

“Sounds like I need to fix that, then,” Eren lets a hand trail down between the little space he’s leaned back to create between your bodies, finds his way to the damp fabric of your panties, “oh, who’s the liar now?”

“Don’t– fuck,” your eyes roll back in your head when he starts pressing into where he knows your clit is, rubbing insistent circles over the cloth just to elicit that reaction from you, rip the control right out of your pretty little hands. Eren chuckles down at you, dark and dangerous, amused at how quickly you melt for him.

“Thought we weren’t doing this?” He parrots your words from earlier, nosing at your neck. “Thought I was an asshole?”

“You are,” you grit out through a clenched jaw, but Eren notices the little forward push of your hips, notices that you’re trying to hold yourself back from rubbing yourself into his palm.

“And that gets you wet,” Eren counters, grinding the heel of his palm up into your clit and wrenching a little gasp from you, “bet you liked watching me in there, bet you would have loved watching me kick his ass for you.”

Eren pauses, waits to hear if you’ve got anything to say for yourself, but you’re already half-gone, rolling your hips against the steady rocking of his hand and whining in your throat. He smiles– god, you really are his favorite.

“Say it,” Eren growls into your skin, slipping a finger past the fabric of your panties to slide it into you, not the whole thing, but just a knuckle, just enough to make you shudder in his arms, “tell me you need me, want to hear you say what this perfect pussy’s already telling me. C’mon baby.”

Just as your mouth opens, either to answer him or snark at him, Eren can’t be sure, a cat-call from across the street snaps both of you out of your haze, your eyes flying wide. You shove at him, wriggling in his arms until Eren mercifully drops you to your feet, reaches down to right your rumpled little skirt for you. You glower up at him, look him up and down, and just when Eren’s about to bullshit some excuse to run home, fuck into his hand with your name on his lips, you surprise him.

“I mean, after all that, the least you can do is walk me home.”

The necessary steps of Eren closing your tabs, walking into the whipping winter wind, walking through the streets silently with Eren side-eyeing you as you storm along, arms crossed petulantly, commence. They go by in a blur; Eren’s not even sure he should be doing this right now with the lack of blood flow to his head. You don’t make eye contact, and if Eren had any more conscious thought at the moment, he would think you’re already regretting this before it happens, but he can’t bring himself to care, not yet.

He’ll kick himself for this as soon as the sun rises, but for now? The only thing he’s worried about lies wet and pulsing for him under the hem of your skirt.

The moment you’ve gotten the door open, Eren’s got you shoved up against the wall again, letting his hands find their way under your skirt and grabbing at your ass with a quiet groan.

“Historia?” he questions, nipping at your earlobe just because he can.

“Ymir’s,” you pant, pushing him off of you and practically storming to your bedroom. It hits Eren that for all the time you’ve spent together, he’s never actually seen your bedroom. He thinks that maybe he’ll do a little investigating of his own once he’s fucked all the fight out of you.

Safely behind the door of your bedroom, Eren wastes no time in yanking his shirt over his head, reaching for yours only to find that you’ve already rid yourself of the cute little sweater he had been admiring from down the bar back at Scout’s. You’ve got a pretty lace number underneath, one that Eren almost doesn’t want to take from you, but he reaches behind you and unclips it. Eren plans on taking and taking and taking everything you’ll give him, just for tonight, because the sinking feeling in his chest is telling him to do it while he can; a girl like you never sticks around a guy like him for long, and he’s already done himself the favor of ruining most of the potential your relationship had anyway.

“Eren– oh,” the broken whimper that leaves your lips snaps him out of his thoughts, reminds him that he’s got one of your breasts in his palm and the other nipple between his teeth. Eren wraps his free hand around your back, pressing his splayed fingers between your shoulder blades to arch you closer to him until he’s so full of you he can hardly breathe.

He’s going to keep taking from you, take until he drowns in it.

“Feel good? Missed me?” Eren’s words come out a little garbled around the flesh in his mouth, but you get the message all the same, managing a sarcastic eye roll through your arousal. You decline to answer him, but Eren can read your body, so he digs his teeth in harshly to the little swell of fat on the underside of your breast, sucks a bruise in to cut that eye roll of yours right in half. Eren smirks when your eyes flutter closed, a reluctant hand coming up to thread through his hair. “Thought so.”

“Can you just–fuck–get on with it?”

“Uh-uh,” Eren straightens back to his full height, backs you onto the bed until your knees catch and you fall onto your back, glaring up at him defiantly. “Gotta get you ready for me, right? I’m sure you remember.”

He eats up the doubt that flickers across your face, the memory of the first time you’d taken him all over your expression. Eren reaches beneath your skirt, pulls your panties down your legs delicately, rubs his hands along your thigh-high stockings with an appreciative swear under his breath.

“There’s a zipper on the back,” you wiggle a bit to try and reach the fasten of your skirt, but Eren slaps a firm hand onto your hip, pins you back onto the bed.

“Think I’m letting you take this off? After you were teasing me with it all night?” Eren says, stretching his body over yours, taking full advantage of his size to cage you in.

“I wasn’t teasing,” you huff, “these are just my clothes.”

“Anything you wear is teasing,” Eren brings his fingers to your core, swipes through the wetness gathered there, “especially when you look like this.”

You open your mouth to retort, but your jaw goes slack when Eren rolls over your clit softly, rubbing little circles into it at the perfect speed, the perfect pressure. He’s not interested in teasing you too much, he wants to feel you break on him as many times as you’ll grant him the pleasure. Once your little gasps have begun to swell into quiet moans, Eren ventures down, pushes his middle finger into you, all the way to the hitch. Eren answers your widened eyes and your little gasp with a sharp hiss between his teeth, marveling at the way your walls cling to his finger, sucking him in when he slides out and back in again.

“Just like the first time,” Eren murmurs, leaning down to take your collarbone between his teeth, “are you always this tight?”

“I– I don’t– more, please.”

Eren smiles around the mouthful of your skin he has, feeling his heart swell at how cute and airy your words come out, how clear it is to him, even if it’s only for this precious moment, that you’re just as desperate for him as he is for you. He grants your wish, working a second finger in beside the first, curling them cruelly against that spot in your walls that he knows gets your heart racing.

“Eren,” you keen, arching off the bed and tossing your head to the side.

“So tight baby,” Eren says in awe, pulling his head to watch as your cunt leaves little white streaks on his fingers, “so warm, can’t fucking wait to get my cock in you.”

“P-please,” you sputter, hooded eyes sparkling at the mention of it. Eren thinks wildly that he might be falling in love with the little unshed tears that prick your eyes when you start to get close, the little broken pleas you give him.

“You gotta cum for me first.” Eren works his fingers faster, can feel the fluttering of your cunt around his fingers. He realizes how worked up he must have gotten you outside of Scout’s, how you’re so wet it’s dripping down your soft skin onto the sheets, and you haven’t even cum yet.

“I’m– I just want you to fuck me,” you say, whiny and pitiful.

“I will,” Eren coos, “missed this messy little cunt so much, I promise I’ll fuck you, just give me one first. Gotta make it fit, right?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, hips bucking up towards him. Eren watches, drinks the sight of you in: skirt pulled up around your waist, legs spread wide open for him, slick spread all over the inside of your thighs, bottom lip tucked so tightly between your teeth he worries you might draw blood. He commits the sight to memory, his pretty little student all strung out and begging for his cock, begging him to make you cum. If he remembers right, if he curls his fingers just a little more harshly–

“Eren–” your head shoots up suddenly, eyes flying wide open, fists tightening in the sheets.

“Right there?” Eren grins, sharp and half-crazed, raising his eyebrows at the reaction the new angle has brought out of you.

“Right– oh, oh my god, I–”

“Give it to me,” Eren urges, working his fingers even faster, “come on, baby, show me how much you missed me.”

With a cry, you twist and thrash under him, cumming almost violently. Eren drinks it down, leans down to press a kiss against your open mouth, pins your body to the bed so you can’t run from the vicious waves of pleasure wracking your body.

“There’s my girl,” he mutters, licking against your tongue, “such a good, good girl for me.”

When your orgasm finally starts to ebb, Eren doesn’t let up, not entirely; he keeps his fingers working in a slow drag through your walls, appreciating the way your muscles twitch and the way you feebly shove at his wrist.

“Eren…” you trail off weakly, fingers finally locking harshly around his hand and pulling him from you, “too much.”

“Thought you wanted me to ‘get on with it’?” Eren snorts, finally obliging your earlier request and sliding your skirt over your legs, tracing his fingers up and down your thighs once you’re fully bare and beautiful underneath him, taking mental snapshots of every inch of smooth skin that he’s lucky enough to have under his touch.

“I do,” you say, eyeing him with a glint of annoyance in your eye. It just makes Eren smile bigger; you’re so cute when you’re mad.

“Whatever you want, baby,” Eren says, situating his hands under your arms and practically throwing you up against the pillows at the head of your bed. You widen your legs so he can crawl in between them, kissing his way up your torso in a self-indulgent, tender way.

“Do we, um…” you start to question him, and Eren’s close enough to your face now that he can feel your cheeks warm. He sits up a little, arches a questioning brow down at you.

“What?”

“Do we need to use a condom?”

Eren frowns, confused. “I mean, after last time, I thought you were on birth control.”

“I am,” you confirm, nodding slowly, some odd emotion flickering over your features that could be anger, could be heartbreak, “but I don’t know if, like–”

“I haven’t been with anyone else,” Eren catches your meaning, feeling his heart thud heavy and loud in his chest, “not since…”

“Oh,” you exhale quietly, nodding, “okay.”

“You?”

“Uh, no,” your voice is so low Eren almost doesn’t hear you, but he watches your head slowly lull side to side in confirmation, “no one else.”

Eren can’t excuse the rush of relief that courses through him, the swell of happiness to learn that no one’s gotten to see you like this since the last time he had. It goes straight to his cock, hard and drooling between his legs. Before he can get too wrapped up in the emotional side of things, Eren leans in hard to the horrible, possessive thoughts that have constricted him, laying himself over you and taking his cock in his hand, swiping it through the mess between your legs.

“Good.” He even surprises himself with that, looking down on you with dark eyes, eyes that promise ruin.

“Please,” you give him one more breathless plea, Eren swears you know too well how to snap his composure clean in half.

He pushes himself in, choking on a moan at how tight you are, vicelike and suffocating around him. A broken groan flies from your lips, your fingers tighten their grip on his biceps until Eren’s sure you’re going to break the skin, but he’s beyond caring. His mind wipes completely blank, save for the hot, wet heat that’s enveloping him, beckoning him to snap his hips forward viciously and be done with it. With what little self-restraint he can muster up, Eren flicks his eyes up to yours.

“So…it’s so–” another whimper cuts you off, and Eren can feel your thighs twitch on either side of his hips.

“Too much?” Eren manages to reign himself in, back out another inch or so.

“No,” you wrap a leg around his waist, shove him further into you and wrench a deep, guttural groan from his chest, “feels good, keep going.”

“Careful what you wish for,” Eren breathes, trying to retain any semblance of control over this situation, give you that dominant dirty talk that he knows gets you off instead of turning into a whimpering, moaning mess at the feel of you clenching around him. He bottoms out, feeling himself fuck all the way up into your tummy, head falling down onto your shoulder.

Eren manages to keep his pace slow and gentle, rolling his hips into yours like he’s making love to you, not saying goodbye. Little satisfied sounds are slipping out of your mouth, but Eren can see a flicker of consciousness in your eyes; you’re not drooling for him, out of your mind with want, not like the first time. He frowns.

“What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re…I don’t know, you seem like you’re somewhere else,” Eren hates having to admit that he notices, that he even cares, and the unsteady creak of his voice reflects that, just making him hate himself even more. You don’t seem to notice his vulnerability or, if you do, you aren’t affected by it. You simply raise an eyebrow at him.

“I mean…it’s good,” you say, eyes flitting around the room, like you can’t quite admit whatever you’re going to say while looking him straight in the eyes, “but I want you to fuck me.”

“I am fucking you.” Eren’s frown deepens into a scowl of annoyance. What, is he not good enough for you now?

“Well, literally speaking yes, you are fucking me. But,” a nervous giggle slips from your teeth, riling the anger starting to bubble under his skin again, “I’ve heard a lot of rumors about you.”

“Why are we talking about this while I am literally inside of you?”

“Because I want you to fuck me,” you raise your eyebrows meaningfully, canting your hips up towards him. It clicks– as much as Eren wants to show you what he feels because he can’t tell you, fucking you like an animal, as he’s prone to do, is what you want. Eren’s been so wrapped up in trying to relish whatever time he may have left with you before you inevitably cast him off to the side again, he’s not been paying attention.

“You want me to fuck you, huh?” Eren thrusts forward a little harsher, a little more pointedly. Your eyes roll back, a slow, indulgent smile spreading across your face.

“I want you to fuck me like I know you can,” Eren feels your arms wrap around his neck, pulling his ear to your lips, “unless that last time was all luck. Surely all those rumors aren’t false, are they?”

Eren knows you’re trying to get under his skin, to bite at him through the haze of the heavy air weighing down on both of you, to rekindle that anger that you had brought out of him outside of the bar. What is he going to do with you, incorrigible little thing that you are? If Eren Jaeger was a better man, he would stop this all right now, force you both to talk through the sharp, spiky things that hang in the balance between you two.

But Eren Jaeger is not a better man, he’s only a man, broken and needy and tucked into his favorite place on earth, with the girl of his dreams below him urging him to fuck her brains out. Is he really to blame?

Eren rips himself out of your grasp, standing tall and menacing on his knees over you.

“I’ll fuck you,” Eren grits out through a clenched jaw, grabbing you by the back of your thighs and shoving your knees towards your head, “but you better be ready to put your money where your mouth is.”

“Yeah? Well– oh,” a sharp, shrill cry of your own making cuts your voice off when Eren snaps his hips forward, brutal and unforgiving into the wet heat of your cunt. He doesn’t stop there, immediately pulling out and snapping forward again, hitting somewhere deep inside of you that, based on your face, he knows no man has ever been able to reach. He smirks, all cocky and cruel, setting a harsh pace that’s got you clawing at the sheets.

“What? Is it too much?” Eren whines down at you condescendingly, eating up the way you’re already whimpering and moaning. He can see tears glistening at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall.

“No, no,” your voice is broken, breathless, “it’s– fuck, it’s so good, Eren–”

“Is this what you wanted?” Eren growls down at you, locking one strong hand around your throat. “Wanted me to fuck you like the little slut you are?”

“Yes!” Your admission comes out in a choked, watery cry, the tears in your eyes finally beginning to run down your temples. Even if it wasn’t written all over your face, Eren can feel how much you like it; your pussy is fluttering, pulsing around him, begging him to keep going. He drives his hips forward like a man starved, a man whose life depends on fucking you until you can’t walk straight for a week.

“Who knew?” Eren muses to himself, wiping the tears from your face. “Who knew my pretty girl was so filthy?”

“I, I–Eren,” you moan wantonly, thighs shaking under his firm grip. Eren should hold himself back, knows that you’re going to be so sore in the morning, but a sick part of him is glad for it. Let you walk around campus with the throbbing ache of him inside of you, maybe he’ll fuck you so hard that little twinge in your belly when you sit down never goes away.

“Say it,” Eren urges, squeezing your windpipe, “tell me how much you love it, tell me how bad this pussy missed me.”

“I–” you choke out around his iron grip on your neck, “I m-missed you, I love it w-when you fuck me–”

“Fuck you like a whore?”

“Fuck me like a w-whore,” you wheeze out, face reddening with shame. Eren loves it, wants to kiss the blush off your cheeks and swallow it whole.

“That’s right, baby,” Eren releases your throat, watches the way you heave and gasp as the air flows back into your lungs, only to be punched out by the force of his thrusts, “you love my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, I– oh my god, Eren, I–”

“What?” Eren sneers, smirking wickedly down at you, “is my smart girl already so fucked out she can’t talk?”

“No, I– I just– fuck!” You’re so loud for him, if he knew that fucking you within an inch of your life would get him this, Eren never would have bothered playing nice in the first place.

“‘ve barely even started,” Eren laughs, mean and sharp, “and you’re already fucked so dumb you can’t even think. Think you can cum for me, just like this?”

He doesn’t even have to ask; he can feel the way your cunt’s starting to tighten around him so harshly that it nearly pushes him out. He’s bullying his way back into you on every thrust, forcing you to open up for him, to take what he has to give. Inwardly, Eren hopes to god you do cum soon; he’s not going to last, not with you spread out beneath him crying and wailing his name. Eren doesn’t think he can hold out much longer without filling you up, watching his cum seep out of you.

“Eren, Eren, Eren–” your nonsensical babbling has started to take the shape of his name, Eren can feel his ego swelling and swelling to the point of bursting. There’s a tone of warning in your moans; the onslaught of an orgasm is threatening to pull you under.

“Don’t you dare hold out on me,” Eren slaps your thigh hard, the tacky, wet sound of it echoing through the room, somehow finds the wherewithal to piston his hips even faster, “want to feel it, feel you cum on me.”

“I’m going to, I’m going– oh Eren–”

Eren practically snarls, leaning over to spit in your open, waiting mouth. “What are you waiting for? Don’t you–fuck–want your pretty cunt stuffed full of me? I’ll give you yours, just gotta cum for me and give me what’s fucking mine. Go on–”

Eren’s rambling is cut short by the loud, raspy sob you let out, clenching down around him so hard it almost hurts, drawing a loud, long hiss from him. He looks down past your quivering thighs, sees the frothy white that’s streaking his cock, and he’s done for. He grants you a few more sloppy thrusts, and then with one final snap of his hips, he stills, holding himself as deep inside as he can manage, pumping you full of him.

Before he can stop himself, Eren’s crashing into you, bringing your lips to his in a messy, frantic kiss, open-mouthed and teeth clacking together. He can feel your body shaking violently underneath him, rocking with wave after wave of post-orgasm bliss, but he can’t seem to break himself from you, collapsed and clutching onto your smaller frame like it’s the only thing tethering him to this earth.

“Eren,” you finally say weakly, voice muffled as you smack at his shoulder, “you’re heavy.”

“Sorry,” he grunts, rolling off of you reluctantly. Your crumpled, naked form is still there, still so tempting and soft and warm. Your eyes are shut, so you don’t see Eren’s tentative hand reach for your hip, just wanting to rub a thumb comfortingly over the bone there, before he pulls back, second-guessing himself. A few pregnant beats pass by, Eren biting his tongue and holding his breath as he waits for you to make the first move, to direct him into how to speak to you after what’s just happened.

“I need to shower,” you finally say, words coming out in a breathless admission.

“Yeah,” Eren answers lamely, sitting up and looking around your room. There’s postcards from almost every country imaginable, tacked above your desk and fluttering in the breeze from your heating system. The desk itself is a wreck, dozens of papers and books scattered around in seemingly no order. Eren notices a little stuffed teddy bear tossed onto the floor and picks it up with a smile, placing it back against your pillows.

“Are you…”

“Am I…?” Eren looks at you, hoping that his pleading gaze isn’t too horribly obvious.

“I think Historia will kill me if she sees you leaving in the morning.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, Eren swears he can see something like regret fly over your face, and you turn your back to him instantly, scrounging around on the ground..

“I don’t know,” Eren wheezes through his shellshock, trying to force out a nonchalant chuckle that only sounds strangled and tense, “she’s pretty short. I don’t know how she could manage it.”

“You’d be surprised,” you slip a bathrobe over your shoulders and grant him a mirthless smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

Eren dresses in the heavy silence that’s fallen over the room, pulling his shirt over his head and having to inwardly brace himself to face you. Eren’s comfortable with himself, probably knows a little too well that he’s an attractive guy, but he feels completely naked even fully clothed when he turns around to see you, standing all cozy and fucked out and sleepy in your fuzzy robe.

“So…” Eren trails off, wanting to smack his own face for speaking first.

“Have a good night, I guess,” you look up at him and then quickly away, chewing nervously on your bottom lip. Eren steels himself, lets every bit of courage he can find in his body rise to his mouth, forcing it to move.

“Are we, you know, good?”

“Good?”

“We said a lot of things to each other back there,” Eren can’t meet your gaze, can practically feel his face burning as he scratches anxiously at the back of his head. When he forces himself to look at you, there’s something odd and unreadable in your eyes. Are you sad? No, you’re smiling. Well, sort of smiling– it looks contrived, not real. But you’re not angry, not entirely.

“Yeah, I’m good if you are.” That stupid, insincere smile is still twisting your features.

Eren doesn’t like the look of dishonesty on you, but he’s fought enough for tonight. He’s sad, spent, and tired, and he figures it’s hopeless anyway.

“Okay, good,” he makes his way to your bedroom door, fingers twitching for the feel of your skin under his, eyes damn near watering, “I’ll talk to you soon.”

“See ya.”

And with that, Eren’s left alone in the cold of your apartment hallway, alone and sickened by the feelings of satisfaction and longing swirling in his chest.

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 4 months ago

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A Chance - Part 3**

Ugh took forever! I've been so busy with work but it's up! This little series will have one final part which is already in the works! Read the rest of the series here!

Warnings: workplace drama/gossip, verbal confrontations/discussions, mentions of sexually explicit things, rejection, bad friends, aaaaaaand A BIG FAT SAUCY SMOOCH!

WC: 8.7K

It was Monday again and you were not ready for the work week to start. Despite the lovely time you had with Harry on Saturday morning, you were feeling preoccupied that an inevitable run in with Destiny or Carmen would anger you once again after you’d decided to just get over it. Your paths hardly ever crossed, but now knowing their malevolent nature, you hoped you wouldn’t have to deal with them in a social setting ever again. You didn’t plan to confront them about what they’d said or anything like that, you’d worked through it on your own over the weekend. And you could be professional and interact as needed for work, but outside of that, you wouldn’t be caught where they were. And since you’d shared your concerns with Adam and Harry, you trusted that you wouldn’t have to endure any social events with them in a small group setting ever again. They wouldn’t put you in that situation again and that was enough of a resolution for you. However, when you arrived at your building and hurried into the elevator in the parking structure, you felt your stomach sink as you saw Destiny approaching and step in wordlessly. You were sure you were just imagining the tension between you two until she cleared her throat and turned to face you.

“Look Y/N, I’m not sure what you think you heard Carmen and I talking about over the weekend but it wasn’t you.” She said matter of factly. You wanted to roll your eyes and tell her that you heard them saying your name, but just stayed quiet as you continue looking at your shoes, “Hey!” She raised her voice a bit and you sighed and glanced up. “Stop pretending like you didn’t go and cry about it to Adam! He told us what you said and said we better apologize to you!” She complained, “And he said that now he and Harry don’t want to be friends with us again because they think we’re shitty people!” She accused you and you frowned. “You literally ruined my night with Harry! He didn’t even tell me he was leaving! If you have a problem with something I’m doing don’t go behind my back and make other people fight your battles for you, Y/N. It’s immature.” She said spitefully.

“Honestly, I don’t know why Adam thought to confront you and Carmen about any of this. I didn’t ask him to get involved. I heard you and Carmen say, with my own two ears, that no one wanted me out with you guys on Friday night, don’t pretend you didn’t say it. After hearing that I just decided to go home, because I can read social cues, unlike you two believe. Adam was being persistent about me staying out the rest of the night and that’s why I shared with him what I heard you two saying, because I shouldn’t have to be out with people who don’t want me around. Who think I’m a freak for having different tastes in entertainment. Who think I’m condescending every time I open my mouth. Who think I’m a basic dresser that no one likes and should’ve stayed home form the start.” You repeated what she had said and her angry expression wavered as she fought off a frown of shame.

“Look, I really don’t have a problem with you or with Carmen, despite what Adam may have said or led you to think. I wasn’t even going to bring this up to either of you ever! If I wanted to discuss it, I would’ve waited for you two to leave the stalls and deal with it then and there because unlike you two, I’m a forthright person. Clearly, I have no problem saying what I think.” You informed her and she refused to look you in the eye. “Yeah, you were a jerk and it hurt my feelings at the time but I realized that you behavior is not an issue I can fix, not matter what I say. That’s all you, Destiny. Why you feel entitled to judge people you don’t know and treat them that way, I have no idea! All I know is that after that experience with you, I knew I just wouldn’t want to interact with you socially again…yet, here we are.” You stated dryly and she looked absolutely stunned as the doors opened to the lobby of your building. When she didn’t say anything you stepped forward and she moved out of your way to let you pass.

“Hey,” you appealed to her and she finally looked up at you with tearful eyes, “I’m not going to be a bitch to you at work because of this, we have shit to do, you know? But I need you to realize that no one has made me feel that badly about myself since I was thirteen years old.” You informed her and she swallowed thickly, “Truly a dark time in my history.” You added with a small, sad smile. “However, I’m too grown for that juvenile mean girl shit. I hope one day you can realize that you are too.” You said and she inhaled shakily to prevent herself from sobbing.

You just hurried on by and went to the next set of elevators only to see her running across the lobby into the bathrooms down here. You hadn’t meant to make her cry, you didn’t even think you’d been rude, but she was locked away in the bathroom now balling her eyes out. This is why you were never even going to confront the situation head on. But Adam and his meddling…a new heaviness was weighing on your chest about it. But you had already confronted Destiny, so you wondered if it was even worth confronting Adam about this. But the more you thought about it the more you decided that this was an opportunity to draw a boundary on what was acceptable of him and what wasn’t. And then it hit you like a ton of bricks that on Friday night it sounded like he was going to confess having feelings for you.

You suddenly didn’t feel equipped to have that conversation with him. Once you got to your floor you trudged over to your cubicle wary of Adam. Thankfully, when you got to your area it was pretty quiet so you assumed he wasn’t in yet and closed your sliding door behind you and settled in. Obviously, he could peer over the divider if he really wanted to talk to you, but he typically respected your space when your door was closed.

“Hey Y/N!” You heard moments later and glanced up from your screen to see him peering over the divider. He greeted you first seeing as you hadn’t even thought he was in yet.

“Hi.” You greeted with a polite smile.

“You look very nice today.” He complimented you, though there was nothing different about how you did yourself up or dressed on this particular day.

“Really? I look how I…always do.” You said with an awkward chuckle and he shrugged.

“I don’t know, just…something looks different to me, I guess.” He said and you hummed, mentally deciding if you were going to have a discussion with him about him intervening with Destiny and Carmen or not. “How’s your morning been?” He asked and you took that as your cue to bring up the situation with Destiny.

“Ummm…weird actually.” You said and he hummed and nodded, indicating that you continue. “Destiny approached me in the parking garage-”

“Oh thank god! I told her how upset you were at her and that she needed to apologize for the things she was saying about you with Carmen. You didn’t deserve that from them. They don’t even know you! You know? But I made it clear to them how you and everyone else feels about what they did to you and that she needed to make things right with you.” He said and you sighed.

“Well…she actually started berating me over what you asked of her because she thinks that I ruined her chances with Harry by telling you what they had said about me. She thinks I asked you to go and make her apologize to me, that I was too scared to fight my own battles or something like that.” You sighed with annoyance and he rolled his eyes.

“Well you know it’s not like that.”

“I know that. However, I also didn’t give you permission to communicate anything on my behalf, Adam.” You explained and he frowned in confusion.

“Look, I just wanted to help smooth things over.”

“I know that you meant to do good but I think you created a situation for me which…was uncomfortable.” You said and he scoffed, “I’m not saying that to be a dick, but it’s the truth. There was nothing to smooth over, you know? I hardly even interact with them for work! Either way, I corrected the narrative, assured her I didn’t ask anything of you because honestly, if it were up to me I just wouldn’t have even given it that much effort. I just wanted to move on. Those people aren’t my friends…so while it stung in the moment, I decided not to give it or them more of my energy. Like I told you that same night. I don’t need to prove anything to them so long as I feel good about the decisions I make for myself. And you…took that closure from me.” You said and he shook his head.

“I’m sorry you feel that way about someone sticking up for you.” He said lowly and with a hint of disdain.

“I didn’t ask you to do that!”

“You shouldn’t have to! If someone cares about you they try and make things better for you. That’s all I wanted to do. It wasn’t even my fault that happened! Harry invited Destiny along! So if anyone should’ve been the one to try and resolve this it’s him! But apparently he hasn’t even spoken to Destiny since.” He pointed out and you sighed.

“Harry did reach out and cleared the air with me the very next day.” You shared with Adam.

“Oh…well, it didn’t seem like he was going to and I know how you feel about him to begin with so…” he trailed off.

“I told you already, Harry and I are good.” You assured him. “I just…really would’ve appreciated it if you checked with me first before making claims about how I’m feeling about things to other people. I don’t need help confronting issues, you know that. I also know that on Friday night my feelings were very hurt, so I get why you maybe felt you needed to step in, but now these girls think I have some beef with them and that I’m rallying others up against them and it’s complicated everything.” You explained your frustration. “Again, I appreciate what your intentions but just…ask before you speak for me next time. Please?” You asked.

“Sure.” He huffed before stepping down and getting back to his desk. You frowned but decided to just give him space.

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Harry had been a little late and he had an important review article to finish writing so he went straight to his desk and got to work. He did text you that he was running late because he was hoping to grab coffee with you, but then just texted back that he’d catch up with you later on, which you had liked and that was that. After an hour he was done and just needed to do his first edit, he was about to get into zone for the editing bit when Adam peeked in.

“Hey man, you got a few minutes?” Harry glanced up and looked at the time for a before nodding.

“Ummm, sure. You alright?” He asked as Adam stepped into his cubicle and slid the door closed before plopping down in the seat across from Harry and groaning quietly. It looked like he was battling with himself for a minute before he leaned forward, the conflicted expression still on his face.

“I like Y/N and I think I really fucked it up with her.” He whispered to Harry.

“Oh…” Harry expressed. A little confused at Adam’s apprehension in sharing this with him. Adam sighed and shook his head, clearly feeling shy about confessing this and Harry smiled a bit.

“Don’t make fun…I know she’s…a little bit much at times but-”

“Whoa! No, I meant “Oh” as in like “that’s it?”. You just seemed really…conflicted about what you were going to say.” Harry explained quietly.

“Well yeah, I am…I didn’t know how you would react to that information. Because well, again, Y/N is just…a little different than the people I typically go for.” He explained and Harry was getting more and more annoyed at the way Adam was sharing this. Almost as if he felt embarrassed that he was into you. “Anyway…I…didn’t heed your warning about confronting Destiny and Carmen.” He explained and Harry tutted. “Apparently she made a a big fuss at Y/N and didn’t even apologize to Y/N like I hoped she would!” he explained, “And I can tell Y/N is trying not to be upset at me…but like…I don’t get it! I mean I was trying to stand up for her, you know? Defend her. Show her that I…could be that for her, you know?” He explained lowly.

“Well…maybe she’s just not that kind of person that expects a partner to…treat her like a damsel in distress. Confrontation is not something she struggles with, you know?” Harry said and Adam nodded.

“Right…how do I fix this?”

“Apologize for overstepping.” Harry said right away. He had no idea why he was helping Adam with you though. He needed to ask you if you were fine with telling Adam about you two because he didn’t feel comfortable with this set up.

“Here’s the thing…I’m not sorry for it because I had good intentions. And I don’t want to apologize when I don’t mean it.” He said and Harry shrugged.

“Then I don’t know, mate.”

“What if I get her something? To like make up for it?”

“Well personally, that seems like you’re just trying to distract or brush your mistake under the rug.”

“For fuck’s sake…why is she so complicated?”

“I don’t think she is at all.” Harry chuckled, “Y/N is…very obvious and straightforward. Yeah, she can be a little cranky, but it’s part of her charm.” Harry said with an easy smile.

“You really find it charming? After all the times she brushed you off?” Adam asked.

“Yeah, I really do. Now that I understand her better.” He explained and Adam hummed.

“You seem to understand her really well for someone who just started talking to her. I mean, we talk all the time but…I don’t feel like I know enough about her to speak of her how you do. How did you do it?”

“Well, I don’t know…we just have a lot in common I think.” Harry explained and Adam hummed.

“Well…thanks for listening.”

“Yeah, mate.” Harry hummed as Adam started to stand.

“Oh, and you know just keep it on the DL that I like her. I think she knows, I started to say something to her on Friday but ummm…yeah, just keep it to yourself.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” Harry assured and Adam nodded once before leaving.

*****************

Adam had been really quiet and you could basically feel his brooding for yourself. You thought he was going to come chat but ended up leaving for almost ten minutes before returning and once again, being silent. You could hear him sighing every now and again and you wanted to intervene but decided to just leave it. And when lunch time neared you left a few minutes before to go and find Harry.

“Hey.” You greeted him as you peered into his cubicle. He glanced up from his screen at the sound of your voice and smiled instantly.

“Hi!” He greeted you in return as he pulled off his glasses.

“Have you finished the article?”

“Yeah, just doing a bit of polishing.” He said and you nodded.

“Good.”

“Do you want to have a look before I send it to Gary for editing?” He asked and your eyebrows arched in surprise.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve read it way too many times.” He chuckled before standing and stretching. He groaned in relief and you even heard the satisfying cracks of his spine straightening out. “Come, sit.” He invited you and you went over and sat in his seat, already warm from his body heat. He moved around the desk and plopped into the chair across from you and watched you read. It was just a spotlight/ review article about a new enoteca-style bar down town. You were smiling fondly as you read. “Feel free to edit if you see anything that might need improving.” He said and you hummed. After another few moments you pulled back and glanced over at him.

“It’s perfect. Detailed, brief, and it conveys warmth and curiosity about the spot.” You said with a smile, “Excellent job, Harry.”

“Yeah? It’s good like that?”

“Yeah, I promise.” You assured him.

“Well, since you’re there, send it over for me?” He asked and you smiled and nodded and started drafting up the email. “Adam ummm…came over to talk about your argument this morning.” He added in and you hummed.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say it was an argument, I just…think he overstepped by forcing them to apologize. He also told Destiny that you guys thought she was a shitty person.” You said and Harry sighed.

“For fuck’s sake…”

“I know. He just made it bigger than it needed to be…” you mumbled, “I’m trying to forgive him but…I’m still upset. I made Destiny cry because I told her she was a little to grown to be a mean girl…” you sighed and Harry sniggered.

“She cried?”

“Yeah…” you said with a frown.

“Are you feeling bad?”

“I don’t know…it kind of felt good…knowing that I got to her somehow.” You said as you looked over to him, “Not in a bad way. Like got to her in her heart. It was like she saw me as a person for the first time.” You explained quickly.

“I know what you meant.” He said reassuringly and you smiled and then continued with sending off his article.

“There it goes.” You hummed as the little “swoosh” sound effect sounded through the computer’s speaker. “Ummm, I was wondering if you…wanted to grab lunch together?”

“I’d love to.” He accepted with a pleased smile.

“Wanna walk to the deli? Could go for a reuben.” You said.

“Have you had it with toasted marble rye?” He asked with excitement and you nodded.

“Of course. And with concerning amounts of mustard.” You said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, s’the only way.” He agreed.

"Alright, let's go!" you said and started heading over to the elevators.

“Wait.” He narrowed his eyes as he glanced to you, "Do you have it with pastrami or corned beef?" he asked.

"I definitely prefer pastrami, but the corned beef down the street is elite." you admitted and he smirked.

"Okay...I will accept that." he chuckled, "Pastrami cuts are a little too fatty for me." he explained.

"That's the best part!" you argued and Harry just made a dramatic gagging sound and you cackled as you pushed the call button for the elevator.

Soon enough you were walking through the lobby of the building to get outside and walk the few minutes to the deli. You ordered right away and then quickly sat because it really filled up over lunch. You were sitting across from each other in the two-person booth and Harry sighed.

“Hey so ummm…I was wondering if you’d be okay with me telling Adam about us?” He asked, “That like…we’re seeing each other.”

“Well, I think that Adam likes me.” You said with a worried expression, “So…it might…hurt his feelings.”

“Oh… you know about that?” He asked and you nodded, “Well, it’s just that he always comes and asks me for advice about you and I feel a little weird trying to help him get noticed by the person I’m interested in.” He chuckled.

“Oh…” You said in realization and then smiled at Harry.

“Yeah…” he chuckled bashfully and then reached his hand over to yours and you turned it over out of sheer instinct. You were covered in goosebumps and your hearing was transfixed on the sound of your heart pounding away hard inside of your chest. His fingers sliding up your palm caused you to smile until his fingers wrapped around your hand and his thumb extended out to caress your wrist.

“Yeah, you can tell him.” You smiled. “But let me try to make things right with him first.”

“Yeah, of course.” He hummed, “You let me know.”

*****************

“Hey, Adam! Wait up!” You called after him as he breezed by your cubicle at the end of the day. He sighed but turned around. “Look, I didn’t mean to berate you this morning. I’m sorry.” You apologized and he smiled a bit, “I freaked out. But I just…I wanted to handle this my way, with as little drama as possible, you know?” You explained and he nodded.

“I get it.” He assured and you nodded, looking at him expectantly, hoping he would also apologize for overstepping. “We’re good though.” He said and you rolled your lips together in disappointment and nodded.

“Okay…sounds good.” You added.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see ya’.” You called after him as he headed off.

You then made your way over to Harry’s cubicle again but as you rounded the corner to his cubicle you heard Destiny in there.

“-I just really thought there was something between us. I mean, after you got me the coffee and invited me to hang out on Friday, you know?”

“I can definitely see how my actions implied I had a romantic interest in you. I’m sorry if I led you on, that wasn’t my intent at all. I was just being nice.” Harry explained gently.

“Well, I like you and ummm…if you’re willing t-to give me a chance then I’d love to go out and grab drinks or coffee?” She offered.

“That’s sweet of you, but I’ve actually started seeing Y/N.” He shared and you bit your lip to suppress your smile upon hearing him say it out loud. You felt like it was time to leave the conversation but not without hearing her response. You hoped it wasn’t going to make her more upset at you.

“Oh…” she mumbled, “But she’s…” she started out and then grew silent.

“She’s what?” Harry asked.

“She’s famously kind of a bitch, particularly to you, no?”

“It was a misunderstanding between us. She’s actually very kind and smart and funny, and beautiful.” He said and you decided that you’d eavesdropped enough.

You backed away around the corner again and looked through your phone for another few minutes. When you heard steps approaching you glanced up and were faced with Destiny who was sniffling a bit. She stopped right in front of you and you frowned.

“Are you alright?” You asked and she sighed.

“I’m sorry about everything on Friday. You’re right, I don’t even know you like that and to talk shit about you like that was very high school of me.” She admitted.

“Oh…ummm, thank you.”

“Yeah. And ummm, also sorry for accusing you of ruining things with Harry. I just finished talking to him and he said that he’s actually seeing you.” She informed and you nodded in confirmation, “You could’ve thrown that in my face earlier to humiliate me but you didn’t.”

“Of course not. And well, I didn’t think you’d believe me anyway…probably think I was off my rocker or something.” You said through a breathy snigger and she chuckled.

“Yeah, you’re right.” She admitted and you smiled, “I’m sorry again. That wasn’t my finest moment.”

“It happens to the best of us. I’m sorry too for making you cry earlier.”

“It’s not your fault. I’m starting my period soon and am always more fragile emotionally.” She explained as she rolled her eyes, “But I needed to hear that though. You were right. And well, Harry also explained about Adam and how he doesn’t have a problem with me. But of course, I mean, h-he likes you so I’ll back off and all.” She assured.

“Well thank you for being so understanding and coming around.”

“Of course. Have a good one, okay?”

“You too.” You smiled and waved as she headed off.

“This is why I like you.” Harry said and you whipped around quickly with a startled gasp to see him come around the corner of his cubicle, “You’re very sweet, you know that?”

“Stop it…” you murmured bashfully.

“I like you a lot. I refuse to withhold the lovely things I think about you.” He said and you smiled, not really sure what to say to that. He saw you blushing, but didn’t want to rub it in, so he distracted you by taking your hand and you looked up at him again. “I’ll walk you to your car?” He suggested and you smiled and nodded.

“Sure. Thank you.” You agreed and headed to the elevators.

There were others leaving also, so he scooted closer to you, so much so that your arms were touching. Everyone getting in was greeting him because again, he was very well liked. But that forced them to greet you and much to their surprise, you weren’t as stoic about it like in the past, but you were certain most of them expected that very flat and cordial response from you. However, Harry’s persistent kindness had made you feel safe around him, especially after discovering that he wasn’t being fake about it. Clearly, Harry had seen your soft and gooey bits beneath the layers of armor you had guarded yourself with for years. His forgiving and understanding attitude helped you feel more open because if he was willing to forgive you and even had feelings for you, why wouldn’t others give you a chance? That’s why you didn’t mind greeting people enthusiastically in return and chatting a bit. You weren’t selfish and were an observer, so you felt like you knew plenty of basic things about your coworkers, you just didn’t interact as much so that they’d know as much about you. And as you parted ways with people they all said goodbye to you both, which you had to admit was quite nice.

“Hey so ummm…I talked to Destiny, just to clear the air and assure her that I didn’t hate her or anything. And ummm…well Adam was pretty harsh.” He said and you sighed, “Either way, ummm, she came onto me and I told her I’m seeing you. Just…letting you know in case everyone knows about it tomorrow.” He said nervously.

“Yeah, I ran into her afterwards and she apologized and mentioned that you said that. I’m not upset by it, in fact ummm…I kind of eavesdropped little.” You admitted, “Literally just happened to walk up when she asked you out.” You confessed with a bashful smile and he smirked, “I promise I left right after. But she was crying again and I apologized for making her cry earlier. I guess I did feel bad about it.” You said and he suddenly reached for your hand again and you smiled up at him quickly before glancing down at your hands as the heat creeped up your neck. “I also apologized to Adam for berating him, but he didn’t apologize for overstepping and putting words in my mouth so I don’t know…it’s bothering me.”

“Maybe he’ll come around soon.” Harry said encouragingly.

“I hope so.” You sighed, “Well, here I am.” You said as you saw your car just a few steps away, “Where did you park?”

“The fourth floor.”

“Oh, I can take you up?” You offered, “I’m not exactly ready yo say goodbye.” You confessed and he smiled.

“I’d love that.” He smiled and you guys got in.

“So ummm…what are we doing for our date on Friday?” You asked. Among all the other things that you’d been obsessing over, this was the main one.

“Well, dinner, but I wanted to pick your brain about that. Would you like a proper, more dressy sit-down meal or something a little more casual?”

“Ummm…are we doing something before or after?” You asked and he grinned.

“Yes, and that can be either before or after. I’d prefer after but ummm whatever. That’s a surprise.” He said and you smiled.

“Okay… will I need to be comfortable for that or can I do it in heels or maybe a dress?” You questioned. You were obsessed with the tingles running through your body of the prospect of this date with him.

“Either or…I mean, how do you feel about walking in heels? Like it’s not a trek or anything, but there will be some walking involved.”

“Hmm…if anything I could wear a comfy heel. But what’s the fancy option you had in mind?”

“French food.”

“And the casual?”

“A dumpling place, which we can also just pick up and eat at the secondary location if you’d prefer. He informed and you hummed excitedly, “Dumplings it is…” he chuckled and you turned to him quickly to smile.

“Perfect. We can eat at the secondary location.”

“Perfect. Snacks will also be provided for the secondary activity.” He informed you, “I’m very excited for this. I think you’re going to enjoy it.” He said excitedly.

“I’m sure I will.” You assured him.

“There’s my car.” He pointed and you pulled into the empty spot beside his.

“Well, here you are.” You smiled as you put it in park and then turned to him.

“Thank you. I know the day started out pretty rough but I hope it ended off on a high note.”

“It did. Thank you for listening to my venting and for being so kind about everything and not judging me. Even when I was…awful to you. I think about that a lot now. You didn’t deserve any of it, Harry.” You said with a small pout.

“No, but we figured it out, yeah? I’m not dwelling on the past, Y/N. I’ve forgiven you and clearly am quite taken by you.” He reminded and you smiled.

“Is that a kink thing? Being into women who are mean to you?” You questioned teasingly and he chuckled.

“Maybe a little…” he smirked, there was a certain glint in his eye that made you excited and nervous simultaneously. You giggled to play off the nerves.

“Maybe a little…” you repeated through your giggle and he nodded smugly. His gaze then dropped down to your lips, which led you to do the same to him. They were so pretty and the bottom one looked so pillowy, you were desperate to get it between yours and suck it swollen.

“Stop that.” He mumbled before bitting down on his lip to suppress the urge working it’s way up his body. He wanted to taste your lips so badly, it was like an itch that he just couldn’t relieve, that’s how it would feel until he finally got a taste of you.

“What?”

“Being so…enchanting.” He hummed and you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling like a fool. “You know, this whole time I’ve just been trying to get to know you.” He said softly with a smile and your gaze softened, “I mean, I knew once you let me init was gonna be good, but it’s…far more than I ever could have hoped it would be.” He smiled with satisfaction, “And we haven’t even been on a date!” He emphasized and you giggled.

“I feel the same, Harry.” You chimed in, “You just…fill a void that I never…understood.” You explained and he reached for your face and grabbed it gently.

“Fuck…I’m definitely going to fall in love with you if you’re gonna be talking like that.” He said through a smile and you just laughed and broke eye contact, it was too much. You were suffocating in the feelings for him that were blossoming inside of you. You leaned in and peered up at him.

“Please kiss me.” You whispered and he smiled as he closed the gap. Your lips met in an ardent manner, the give and take was perfect. Your growing smiles caused your lips to smear together sloppily, “You kiss so nice.” You giggled and he grinned and nudged his nose against your cheek playfully.

“Touché, baby.” He hummed, “Taste so nice too…and also like…sour punch straws.” He chuckled.

“Guilty. I had a little snack right before I headed over to find you.” You confessed and he sniggered and pecked your lips again.

Breathing Easy by Hers started to play over the car speakers and instantly the playfulness of the moment vanished and the vibe grew tense and serious as your eyes met. You felt alive for the first time in a long time. The sudden awareness of your existence and experiences as a human beings struck you like lightening. You already felt close to him but you wanted to be closer. You reached for his gorgeously structured jaw and pressed your lips into his. You nipped at his bottom lip and he smiled. You tugged at it once again and were able to get enough between your teeth to suck on it for a few seconds. He exhaled loudly as a groan rumbled in the back of his throat. It continued crawling up his throat until he moaned lowly. You felt the deep sound right in your core.

“Harder.” Harry muttered against your lips and you tugged his swollen bottom lip between your teeth and dug them in with an increasing force. “Like that…” he sighed and you stopped there for a few moments before relieving the pressure and doing it once more, once again, completely enamored with how much he was enjoying this.

You could kiss him for hours… You smooched tenderly a few times as the kiss started to wind down. It was prudent of you both to stop it there for the time being. You were just starting to drip slick into your underwear, you were very aware of your vuvla pulsing desperately, with each swell your pussy was pumping out more slick. God, what you would do to have his delightful mouth making out with your pussy like this. You could tell he’d give amazing head…and on the off chance that wasn’t as good as you believed, he’d certainly have the natural potential to be excellent at it. It was getting reckless to be in this situation. You pecked once more before pulling apart. You snuck a glance down at his lap and saw the outline of his already sizable boner through his slacks. You had the urge to reach out and grope it through his pants but refrained because then you’d need to feel the smoothness and warmth of it in your bare hands. You’d get to see if he was cut or uncut. God, you hoped he was uncut… and well, then that would lead to you needing to feel the weight of him on your tongue and savor his taste… Like you said before, it was prudent to stop now, while these urges were barely in the planning phase, the perfect place to stop.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You hummed lowly, living for the way your kiss-bitten lips smeared against his own in delicate little swipes. Despite being so distracted, he nodded in confirmation.

“Yeah, see y’tomorrow, love.” He whispered before smiling and opening up the door. You waited for him to settle in and when he was buckled up and ready to go he gave you a thumbs up and you smiled before taking off, each to their own destinations for the night but both wishing that you could’ve spent the entire night in that perfect little bubble.

***************

It was Thursday morning when Adam had shown up at Harry’s cubicle again. It seemed that he hadn’t even settled in for the day, that was his first stop of the morning and well, this indicated to Harry that he just needed to break it to Adam that he was dating you.

“Hey man, got a minute?” Adam asked.

“Sure, I actually needed to talk to you about something as well.” Harry said and Adam took a seat and nodded.

“You first, before I burden you with my girl troubles.” He said through a smile and Harry cleared his throat.

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” Harry said and Adam nodded, urging him to go on, “I’m actually seeing Y/N.” He said it plainly, getting right to the point. Harry waited for Adam to respond but right now he just looked surprised, which he could understand, “So ummm…it does make it a bit…weird for me t-to you know talk to you about her. I would’ve like said something sooner about us liking each other but I wasn’t sure if she’d be alright with me telling people that just yet.” He added and Adam just sat there staring at the desk.

“Is that why you went after her last weekend?” He asked when he finally glanced back up at Harry.

“Yeah. And well, I misinterpreted something that happened between us from before and that’s why I wasn’t really talking to her as much and why she was flat out ignoring me that night. We were clearing that up when you came out and found us.” Harry explained.

“Oh…well, I mean…I like her too. I reckon I’ve liked her for longer than you have and well, we’ve been friends for longer too.” He explained and Harry’s expression changed into one of confusion.

“Okay, so what are you saying?” He asked for clarification.

“I’m saying that I have dibs!” Adam chuckled as if it were obvious.

“Dibs? We’re not teenagers, Adam. We’re grown men!” Harry chuckled in disbelief at what he was hearing.

“Well are you exclusively dating?”

“We haven’t really gotten there yet.”

“Then can I ask her out too?” He asked and Harry was trying hard no to scowl at him.

“I…I don’t know! I mean…I would rather you not because what the fuck…” he chuckled and Adam sighed.

“Yeah, but dude, I’ve thought she was good looking forever! You’ve only seen her that way for a few weeks.” Adam exaggerated.

“No, I’ve been into her for a long while! She just disliked me so she never gave me the time of day even when I would try my hardest to get to know her. But when she finally gave me a chance it just…worked really well. We clicked.” Harry explained. “I have been putting moves on her forever! Obviously, I was trying to start out as friends first so that we could get to know each other a little better and that’s what all of this has been this entire time!”

“Okay, same! Why do you think I made nice with her?” Adam chuckled.

“Well what about all the times you’ve…talked shit about her to me or to other people? I literally would have never known that you were into her!” Harry reminded him and Adam sighed.

“It’s not talking shit! I’m sympathizing with the people she upsets, to like help them get her. Like you know she’s not the easiest person to deal with at times, H.” Adam said.

“I have to disagree with you there, mate. She really isn’t hard to figure out or to grow close with…” Harry explained and Adam’s gaze withdrew from Harry’s. “Look, I can’t forbid you from asking her out too because we’re just getting started but I think we’ve got something that could become really special. And as someone who I consider a friend, I ask that you hold off and respect that I asked her out first.” Adam glanced up at Harry then and his lips quirked up in a small smile.

“I think you’re just nervous that she’s going to choose me over you.” He said smugly.

Harry couldn’t tell if he was just this unserious or being malicious about it. He could challenge Adam and tell him all of the things you were upset at him about but that wasn’t his place. Better that Adam hear from you that you weren’t into him so that he could just move on. Harry knew you’d have no problem dealing with that, especially since you were already a little bit upset at him for him dabbling in the Destiny situation. And well, maybe Adam was not as good of a guy as he may have thought before.

“Suit yourself.” Harry sighed and then just returned to his work. Adam sat there for a few more seconds before standing and leaving without another word.

**************

Meanwhile Adam and Harry were having a tiff over you, you were getting to your cubicle, more than delighted to find a little box of four dark chocolate covered strawberries at the center of your desk. You immediately smiled brightly and went for the note taped on the side of the box.

Admittedly, these are NOT NEARLY as tasty as your lips but nevertheless, a little sweet treat for you to enjoy. - H

You could feel that your face growing red hot. You weren’t embarrassed, you were just overwhelmed. You had no idea how to express the joy and excitement that was burning through you. You had always believed that you weren’t the type of person to be whisked off your feet with thoughtful and romantic gestures like this, but now that you had someone who showed affection this way, well, you felt special. You felt considered, knowing that Harry had spared you a thought. It was sickeningly sweet of him to do this. You put your strawberries away in your mini fridge and then sat at your chair and quickly pulled out your phone to text Harry a thank you message.

“Hey!” You heard and glanced up, your smile still wide and excited from your surprise. You saw Adam peering into your cubicle, “What’re you all chipper about?” He asked as he stepped in.

“S’nothing. What’s up?” You asked as you set your phone down to give him your attention.

“Just dropping in to say hello.” He said as he took a seat.

“Well…hello.” You giggled nervously as you reached for your computer’s power button.

“Hi.” He chuckled and just watched you for a few moments as you logged in, “Did you bring lunch today?” He asked.

“I did not.” You disclosed as you glanced over to him again.

“Well, would you want to go out and grab a bite to eat with me at lunch?”

“Well, actually I’m leaving early today, I have an appointment so no lunch break for me.” You explained and he hummed.

“I see…well what about tonight? Do you have dinner plans?” He asked and you bit your lip nervously before just asking what you wanted to ask.

“Are you trying to ask me out on a date?” You inquired and he chuckled nervously and shrugged.

“I…guess I am. Yeah.” He said through a bashful smile. “And look…I know that you’re talking to Harry now, he just told me. But I mean, we’ve been friends for a while and I think you’re pretty and smart and I would love to have a chance to take you out as more than friends before anything gets too serious between the two of you.” He explained and you pouted a bit as you heard this.

“Oh ummm…this is sweet of you but I’m not interested in you like that, Adam. And well, like Harry said, we’re already seeing each other, so no.” You explained.

“But you haven’t even given me a chance, Y/N…” he chuckled as he looked at you with some disbelief and you pouted.

“Right, but that’s just because I don’t…see you in that way. If I did feel some attraction towards you I would be open to going out with you but I don’t.” You explained as gently as possible.

“So all the times that we hung out before were nothing?”

“Not nothing. I mean, we’re friends. Friends hang out.” You shrugged. “You haven’t indicated that you’ve liked me more than friends before. I mean, very recently you’ve been acting a little different but-”

“So you’ve noticed that my way of being with you has shifted and you still decided to date Harry?” He asked and you sighed.

“Look Adam, if you’re the one with feelings then it’s your responsibility to bring that up to me. I’m not a mind reader…I can speculate about why things have changed but I’m not going to assume and then jeopardize our friendship if I was wrong.” You defended your stance. “And like I said before, I also haven’t responded to these changes because I just don’t think of you in that way.”

“Is this because you’re still upset over the Destiny thing?” He asked next and you sighed.

“No, it’s not that. I mean, I’m still not very pleased with you for that but again, I wasn’t into you like that before it happened.”

“I thought we had cleared that up already.” He sighed.

“Ummm not really? You didn’t even apologize for talking to her about an issue between us without asking first. I apologized to you in case you felt berated by me or something, but I at least expected you to recognize that what you did wasn’t okay and that it made a mess of things.” You explained. “I know you were meaning to help but you didn’t. And I know you were trying to defend me but you actually put me in a bad situation with Destiny.” You explained again. “And quite honestly, the way you dealt with that and now this, it does make me question whether we know each other all that well.” You explained. His jaw tensed and he cleared his throat.

“Yeah, I’ve been asking myself that too…” he mumbled. “I don’t want to apologize for the Destiny thing because I truly feel like I was doing the right thing. And I’m not going to say sorry for something that I don’t regret. I know I meant well and I can’t be sorry for that. If Destiny then turned it into a bad thing then she’s the one who should apologize to you.” He explained.

“She did. Harry talked to her and cleared the air with her and that made her apologize to me for believing I had been trying to turn you guys against her and for talking shit about me on Friday night. I mean, you told her that no one liked her anymore because of that…that’s not okay, Adam. Yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever be friends with her but I also don’t dislike her.” You said and he sighed.

“I just…she didn’t seem to feel bad about it so I wanted her to…to just know how it felt to be you for a bit, where people just don’t like you from one experience.” He explained and you frowned.

“What are you trying to say?” You asked him.

“Oh come on, Y/N…It’s no secret that a lot of people here aren’t all that fond of you.” He said and you scoffed, “People give me shit about being friends with you all the time. It’s also why I just…was nervous to really make a move. I mean…I’m not ashamed of you but I also just…I didn’t want people to think that I became a dick just because I started to date you.” He explained.

“You know what, Adam? We’re done.” You said emphatically. “I don’t like you like that and quite frankly, I think I don’t even like you as a friend any more.” You said to him and he frowned.

“Y/N-”

“You clearly think of me the way everyone else does! That I’m just some bitch you have to tame and put up with! If you really knew me you wouldn’t even be concerned about what other people thought of us as friends or even if we were to be more than friends!” You snapped, you were trying your hardest not to raise your voice.

“I don’t think of you that way, but sometimes it’s just hard t-to justify the things you do!” He explained and you frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“Like…when you’re so picky about other people’s work! People spend hours on their articles! And sometimes you tear them to shreds and it upsets them! And I then hear about it and like…step in t-to let them vent and I try to get them to see your angle, you know? Like I remind them that you went to Mizzou, like Gary did, and that’s why you’re such a stickler and that you’re just more introverted and whatnot…but like, it’s still hurtful when you do that and people work their asses off on their columns and articles.”

“I’m a news editor here, Adam! It’s my job to dissect and fix and question everything that comes across my desk. We’re a great magazine because we make sure that everything we publish in our news column is factual. It’s not personal when I make corrections, it’s just my job to ensure that our integrity as a news and media outlet is not compromised. I know I’m not all bubbly and chipper all the time but I’ve never been rude to anyone about their work! And if you, my supposed friend, have been going around and reinforcing the idea that I’m some elitist grump and editing tyrant from the Mizzou Mafia it kinda makes sense why no one likes me! Do you see how that paints me as a person?” You questioned and he frowned upon hearing this and shook his head.

“Shit…I didn’t mean to do that, Y/N! I really was just trying t-to defend you and get people to understand where you were coming from, you know?”

“I get that…but it’s the same thing with Destiny, you’re speaking for me instead of letting me deal with my own things. I didn’t ask you to step in and defend my honor ever and quite frankly I don’t need that. I don’t need help with those things. If anyone ever has questions about the notes I have on something they can come and talk to me and understand why I gave that note. And I can assure you, the reason has never been “because I went to the top school for journalism in the country so you have to make the edits I suggested”. Like no…just no! And now that’s what everyone thinks, that I’m some condescending elitist!” you sighed in exasperation.

“I’m so sorry.” He apologized again, “And I’m sorry f-for making you look that way. I guess I’ve been…trying to get everyone to see that you’re pretty cool and I’ve been fucking it up. I’ve never been that smooth… or good with the ladies.” he said with a sad smile as he glanced down at his hands in his lap. You felt bad for him, you really wished you were into him, but you just weren’t.

“Hey, y-you’re a catch, Adam.” You said and he glanced up at you.

“You’re just sweet.”

“No, I’m serious! Maybe just not exactly for me, but someone else will be so lucky to be your partner. You’re smart and handsome and funny!” You encouraged.

“And meddlesome…” he added with a small smirk and you nodded.

“Yeah, but who hasn’t got things they need to work on?” You shrugged and he smiled.

“I understand if you ummm…need a little space. I should probably also apologize to Harry. I was a dick.” He said.

“He’ll be gracious about it.” You assured him and Adam nodded.

“Yeah of course he will, he’s…Harry.”

“Harry.” You both said at the same time and then chuckled. “Hey ummm, he left some chocolate covered strawberries on my desk this morning. Want one?”

“Milk or dark?”

“Dark.”

“Fuck yeah, break ‘em out.” He chuckled as he settled in.

Of course, you’d continue to be cautious because Adam seemed to be a little more immature than you expected him to be. However, you were relieved that you had cleared the air with him because now that just left one guy to devote thoughts to in your brain.

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Come back to me - L. HS

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warnings: angst, crying, cursing, jealousy.

WC: 3,574k

Part nine

Masterlist

It was seven in the morning, and you were wide awake last night. You didn't get the best sleep because you were tossing and turning all night, just waiting to call heeseung in the morning.

The thought was very scary to you, but since he was putting in so much effort, you couldn't leave him hanging. You didn't want to forgive him so easily, but you also didn't want him to think you weren't interested anymore at all.

You sighed anxiously, waiting for the right time to call him. "Ugh," you groaned, looking at the clock, and you just couldn't wait any longer, so you reached for your phone on the nightstand, deciding to call him instead of texting.

Maybe you just wanted to hear his voice, maybe not, but he didn't have to know any of that.

"Mmm," Heeseung groaned the moment his loud, obnoxious ringtone startled him awake. He blindly reached for it, missing it more than a few times while patting his nightstand until he finally got a hold of it. His eyes were still closed while hitting the answer. button. "H-hello?" He groggily answers, and just his morning voice is enough to give you so many little butterflies.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" You say apologetically cause you could obviously tell he had just woken up.

Heeseung literally jolted up, eyes springing open the moment he heard your voice. "N-no!" He practically yelled into the speaker. "No, I mean yeah, kinda," he chuckles softly. "But I'm off today. I should be up anyway," he replied while staring at the clock that read seven twenty-two.

"Oh, I'll call you back later then," you apologize, getting ready to hang up.

"No, no, no, it's okay. Uhm, did you want to talk about something?" He clears his throat, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, still not believing this is actually reality. The last thing he expected was to wake up to a call from his angel.

"Oh," you said and stayed silent before collecting yourself and responding. "I was just wondering if you're still free. You could come over tonight for dinner." you chewed your lip, heart racing the moment the words left your mouth.

"Yeah, of course, I'm free. I'm always free for you," he replies softly.

"O-okay, good," you said shyly. The silence on the other end was a bit awkward, before he quickly broke it.

"So what time were you thinking? Cause any time is good for me. I'll come over right now if you want me to." he knew that sounded so desperate, but at this point, he was desperate.

"Maybe six?" You ask, even though you wanted to see him way sooner than that.

"Yeah, that'd be great, y/n." he sighs dreamily, thinking of seeing you, and even though he just found out he was going to see you, he already couldn't wait. "What about five?" He didn't want to push his luck, but if he could shave an hour off the time until he could see you, then he'd be more than happy to.

"Oh," you laughed quietly. "Okay"

"Yeah? Okay, angel, I'll be there, I promise." You could hear he was smiling just by the tone of his voice, and it only made you smile more than you already were. "How about I bring takeout from your favorite spot so you don't have to bother cooking?" He suggested.

"Yeah, sounds good. See you then, bye, heeseung," you said softly, trying your hardest not to scream with excitement.

"Bye, y/n. I lo- s-see you soon." he was seconds away from saying I love you but tried to play it off, hoping you didn't hear his minor slip-up.

"Bye," you whisper and hang up the phone after waiting a few seconds.

"OH MY GOSH," he hopped out of bed, squealing while running to each end of the bedroom. After a few laps, he calmed himself down and took a peek through his closet, searching for something to wear for later tonight.

Only problem is that his closet is full of wrinkled suits and a pile of dirty laundry.

He thought of just going shopping for something new, but that might be a bit extreme, given this wasn't an actual date.

Too torn between shopping and wearing something he already owned, he picked up his phone to make a call and get some advice.

"Jake," he says once his friend picks up the phone.

"Hel-"Jake is immediately interrupted before he can even answer properly.

"I need help. I'm seeing y/n for dinner tonight, and I don't know what to wear. I wanna wear something special for her cause she's special, and I'm panicking cause she's expecting me at five, and it's already nearing 8 in the morning, and I don't have much tim-"

"Woah Woah Woah, slow down," Jake says while laughing. "First of all, you have like an eternity to get ready. Second, congratulations on the dinner. By the way, I'm assuming that's a good thing, and as far as what to wear, just do something casual," he states calmly, even though Heeseung is panicking.

Heeseung took a deep breath, nodding to Jake's words. "Yeah, you're right, thanks, and sorry for rambling. I'm just so nervous about seeing her again. My heart feels like it's gonna beat out of my chest," he sighed and plopped down on the bed.

Jake chuckles softly. "I get it, and no worries, maybe try on some fits, and I'll help you decide?"

"Really? That'd be great. Thank you so much. I'll go get changed."

Jake called Jay for his expertise while Heeseung was trying on the first outfit. They saw at least three different ones and finally decided on something that looked a lot like his work attire, just a little more flashy.

"That's the one," Jay pipes up, clapping his hands.

"You think so?" Heeseung says, turning to look at his outfit on every single angle. "I look like I'm going to work, though," he pouted.

"Trust me, I know what I’m doing, so don't sweat it. You look great," he gives a thumbs up. "Once she sees you, you'll be her dinner for the night," he winks.

Heeseung just scoffed, knowing that it definitely wasn't going to happen tonight. He didn't even deserve it, plus he'd never ask you for something so obnoxious, especially when he was just starting to see a glimmer of hope in your guy's relationship.

"Oh, who's he? He looks handsome," Jake's wife says once she catches a glimpse of Heeseung all dressed up on FaceTime.

"Babe!" Jake shrills while trying to tuck his phone away, which makes heeseung giggle.

"Thank you, Jake's wife~," he says teasingly.

"Am I handsome too?" Jake's phone screen was completely black now while Jay and heeseung could faintly make out what he was saying.

"Hmm, maybe," she said, bobbing his nose and making him frown.

"Well, he's married, so you can mind your eyes." Jake glared at his wife, and heeseung just laughed at his annoyance.

"Honey, I'm joking. You know you're the most handsome to me." She puckered her lips, leaning in for a kiss.

"Get a room," Jay mumbles.

"Mwah, I love you so much, baby," they hear Jake say heeseung smiles while Jay just cringes, threatening to hang up if they don't stop. "Sorry guys," Jake says, showing his face yet again, only to reveal the red lipstick stains on his lips, neck, and cheeks.

"No, no, don't let me interfere. Plus, I've got an outfit, so thanks for the help." Jake doesn't even say bye before hanging up, and that leaves little to Jay and Heeseung's imagination as to what's about to happen.

"Good luck on your dinner date," Jay said half-heartedly and sighed, a disappointed look taking over his features while he stared blankly at Heeseung's celling.

"Than- you good?" Heeseung peeked at the screen, noticing Jay's uneasy expression.

"Nothing, I'm just happy for you, and Jake seems happier with his wife, so yeah.." he mumbles.

"If it's nothing, you wouldn't have said it's nothing, so just tell me." Heeseung undressed, going to wash his outfit for dinner tonight.

"Fine, but don't make fun of me," Jay warns, pointing his finger at the camera while Heeseung nods. "I have just been thinking lately, you know you're working things out with your wife. Jake and his wife are doing better, and I don't know. I guess I'm just envious? I know my wife, and I aren't on the best of terms, and I just want to fix it cause it’s all my fault, but at this point, I'm not sure how to reverse everything that I did. She's just so distant now, and it hurts, especially knowing I'm the one who made her feel that way," he sighed.

Heeseung took in everything. All three of their situations were quite similar, and Jay was right. They were literally the problem. They fell right under that typical insufferable husband role, and he knew exactly how Jay felt, except Jay was a bit better off cause at least he wasn't in between a divorce and a makeup, but it was still bad nevertheless. "I'm gonna give it too straight. I'm not even sure what I'm doing, to be honest. I'm just trying to show her how much I truly do love and appreciate her," he sighed. "I guess what I'm trying to say is you tell her you love her, stop the petty arguments appreciate her for her, and tolerating your bull shit," he says, trying to lighten up the mood, and Jay chuckles softly. "Also, show her how much you love her, listen to her spend time together, maybe even take her to the location of your first date or something memorable, you know?" heeseung advised while loading his laundry into the washer machine.

Jay nodded, taking notes. So hopefully, he could repair his damaged marriage like his friends were doing. "Thanks, I really do appreciate it a lot," he says, getting emotional but trying to play it off, but Heeseung could see right through him.

"And don't be afraid to show your emotions. She'll appreciate that you feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable with her," heeseung encourages. "Now I have a date, and so do you, so I'll talk to you later, yeah?"

"Yea… yeah, I'll let you know how it goes. Thanks again," he sniffles softly, feeling thankful for having a great friend and co-worker like Heeseung.

"Anytime now, let's go get our girls back," he smiles, and Jay crosses his fingers before hanging up his phone.

"Hoon, can you please stay just for tonight?" You plead. it's been a few hours since you talked to Heeseung over the phone, and now you are getting cold feet about seeing him, so you’re hoping Hoon could be your moral support.

"Y/n," he sighed. "You're my best friend. I care about you, I really do, but don't you think you two should like spend some time alone? Like just the two of you."

"But hoon, this is the first meet-up since, you know, and I'm just so nervous about seeing him again," you mumbled, clutching onto his shoulder for dear life.

"I don't know…." He says, feeling unsure of the whole thing. "Wouldn't I just make things awkward or more awkward?"

"No, if anything, you'll be there to stop anything awkward from happening." You looked at him silently, begging with your eyes until he caved in.

"Okay," he sighs, and you hug him, feeling relieved. "I still don't think this is a good idea, y/n"

"It'll be fine, thanks Hoon. I can always count on you."

"Yeah, yeah, now unhand me so I can shower." he rolls his eyes playfully.

"Hi, y/n." It was minutes before five, and as Heeseung promised, he was standing outside your door, your favorite takeout in hand and a gorgeous smile on his face. He looked so handsome in his black pants and navy blue button-up that you almost forgot to greet him back.

"Hi," you murmur and step aside for him to come in. "I'll take your coat," you say once he sets the food on the kitchen counter.

"Thank you," he says awkwardly while slipping his blazer off his shoulders.

You practically bolted out of the kitchen and ran to the closet to calm yourself. "It's gonna be okay, y/n," you repeated over and over again, fumbling to get a hanger for his coat, and you couldn't help but inhale the cologne on his coat cause you missed his scent so much.

"Oh hey, heeseung" Sunghoon had left his room a few minutes after he heard you and heeseung talking in the kitchen, and he figured that was his cue to join you both.

"Sunghoon? Hi," heeseung straightens his posture from his once-slouched position on the kitchen island.

You came back from the closet, a forced smile on your lips as you saw the two interacting.

Heeseung turned to you, his smile just as forced as yours. "Didn't know we were having company. Would have bought more food."

"Oh!" You laughed awkwardly. "He and I went out for lunch, so we're not that hungry," you assured heeseung so he wouldn't feel bad. Little did you know the idea of you going out to lunch with Sunghoon made him more than just bad. He was furious but didn't show it on the outside. He knew you and Sunghoon were bestfriends, but that didn't mean he relished the idea of another man taking you out to eat.

"Lunch? Like just the two of you?" He asks, pointing back and forth between you and Sunghoon.

Sunghoon gulped, already feeling the tension building in the room. "Yeah," he answers simply.

"Must have been nice. Sure, you both had a great time together all alone." Heeseung smiles widely before it quickly falls, and he decides to unpack the food on the table to distract himself from that mental image of you and Sunghoon hanging out. He knew he was being unreasonable, but still, he was upset and needed a minute or two to control himself.

"Oh, I can get the- " You try to help him plate the food, but he quickly refuses your help.

"It's fine. Why don't you two make yourself comfortable on the couch together" He offers, and you pull back when you make eye contact with Sunghoon, who has been shaking his head back and forth.

"Why would you tell him that??!!" Sunghoon whispers yells once you both sit on the couch.

"Tell him what?" You say, completely oblivious to what was happening.

"Oh, Hoon and I went out to lunch," he says in a slightly pitched voice, mocking your tone.

"Oh……ooooooh," you made a face of realization. "Oopsie"

"Yeah, oopsie, now he probably thinks I'm trying to steal his wife." Sunghoon threw his arms up in the air and exaggeratedly sighed.

"And I don't sound like that." You folded your arms, staring dead ahead.

"You do," he argued.

"Whatever," you said agitatedly. "I wasn't even aware that he'd be upset," you reasoned.

"Y/n," he sighed. "Imagine he invited you over for dinner and brought his girl best friend and, on top of that, told you about his day with her." he sits facing you.

You chewed on your lip in thought. "Okay, I guess I get it, so how do I fix it?" You whisper.

"Calm down, heeseung" he took a deep breath before taking the food to the living room, and all of a sudden, this felt more like a friend hangout than a time for you guys to talk things out, and so he was pissed about that even though he didn't show it.

The dinner was the most awkward thing any of you had ever done, and you blame yourself for that cause now you saw hoons point of view, and it was a very bad decision to have him for moral support, especially because none of you were even saying anything the only sound in the living room was utensils scraping against plates.

Once you all finished eating dinner, you sat in silence until Sunghoon asked if you wanted to watch a movie, to which you replied yes.

Heeseung wanted to say no with every bone in his body because that meant he still wouldn't have time to talk one-on-one with you, but since you wanted to watch it, he agreed.

Half an hour into the movie, heeseung couldn't help but notice that he sat atleast two cushions away from you while Hoon sat right next to you. And at this point, he was fed up. Jealousy was taking over his entire being, so he boldly stood up and took a seat right by your side, seemingly unfazed by how his shoulder and thigh were brushing up against you.

He put his arm on the back of the sofa cushion,m, so he could secure his spot next to you. "You enjoying the movie so far?" Heeseung whispers next to your ear, which makes your skin tingle from his warm breath, fanning against it.

Thank goodness it was dark in the living room cause his face was completely on fire. He felt like he was on a first date with you all over again. That’s just how nervous he was.

You nod softly, nearly just giving in to the temptation of nuzzling up next to him. The proximity was killing you, but you held yourself back from hugging him.

"Me too," he whispers while making direct eye contact. "Reminds me of the nights we used to spend together." he inches his hand closer and closer to your shoulder til his thumb softly brushed against it, testing the waters. The next moment, he was boldly grabbing your shoulder, bringing you closer to his body.

Of course, none of this got by Sunghoon, and he decided it'd be best to leave you two alone like you and he had talked about prior. "Well, I think I'm gonna call it a night." he fake yawns and stretches his arms, giving you a quick wink for good luck.

"Goodnight, hoon," you tell him just before he gets out of sight.

"Night," Heeseung says as he softly squeezes your shoulder, and he sighs in relief at the thought of you both finally being alone together.

After the movie had ended a nerve-racking silence makes him pull away from you, leaving an unreasonable distance between the both of you.

You immediately frown at the distance, and he clears his throat, trying to strike up a conversation even though he doesn't quite know how. "So, how do you like living with sunghoon?" He bounces his leg nervously, barely making any eye contact with you.

"It's.." you trailed off for a moment, thinking of what you wanted to say. "Nice," you put it simply cause obviously you'd rather much be living at home with your husband. Living with Hoon was nice, but nothing could beat being with the love of your life in the privacy of your home.

"That's good," he whispers, eyes nervously darting across every inch of the room. "So, how have you been?"

He hates this. He hates that you're both so awkward right now. He hates how he once used to be comfortable enough around you to share his every thought, but now it feels hard to even speak, and he knows he has no right to be upset cause this is all his doing, and he reminds himself that he deserves this for everything he's done to you.

"Could be better." You gave him a small smile, picking up the pillow on the other side of the couch and fiddling with the loose threads on it.

He feels his heart drop cause he knows it's his fault why you feel like that, and it makes him feel useless as your husband cause his duty was to make you the happiest woman on earth, but instead, he made you feel everything but that. "I'm so sorry, y/n" he lowers his head, tears pricking his eyes. "And here I go again." he laughs pathetically at himself cause all he seemed to be doing in your presence was crying as if he even had the right to as if he was the one being wronged in some way. "I'm so stupid for thinking this could ever even work." he wipes his tears and looks up, finally wiping the tears from his face. "I'm just gonna go." He whispers, voice breaking down with every syllable.

The reality of the damage he'd done for all those months had finally set in. No matter how many times he said sorry or how many times you forgave him, he wasn't deserving of you. He didn't deserve to have the honor of calling you his wife and being your husband. He was a fucking worthless piece of shit that took you for granted, and now he was going to own up to his foolish mistakes. Besides, you were worth way more than anything he could ever even dream of giving you. It hurt him so bad to face the fact, but it was true. If you two couldn’t even speak to one another properly, what was even left?

Absolutely nothing.

It was over.

He should have never contacted you when you left.

He had his chance, and he ruined it, plain and simple.

He got up and left, not concerned about getting his coat, before he walking out the door.

Everything happened so fast that you weren't quite sure what to make of this situation today. You felt like you guys would make some type of steps towards mending things, but to hear him say that and just walk out on you with no explanation was like taking one step forward and two steps back. You were conflicted about what to do, but you let him go, assuming he just needed to be alone right now, not knowing that this would be the last you heard and saw of him.

You sighed, sitting all by yourself, hoping this would end soon. You just wanted your life back. You wanted your husband back. You wanted heeseung to come back to you.

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